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The Rain Won't
03:49
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While turning away she said "yeah well ok; just a second.
Is there really a difference between what you've wanted, and what you're getting?"
And he can't say yes or no because a naked truth always looks sad
Like two lovers come to blows in the tv shows and checkout rags
He was once the proudest tree in the forest, tall and haughty
Till the world spun 'round enough to leave him
gnarled and sorry
And he can't make high or low
‘cause nothing makes sense to you while you burn
Like the weight of afterglow when you're really only taciturn
The rain won’t wash you out when you walk down the street, and I won’t let you down once I’m back on my feet
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Climb up to the top of the hill and I
See from nearly every side now
We learned a couple a things that I
Never needed until tonight now
Roll on to the next little hill and I
Feel like a changed man that’s
More or less all I’ve got and
As much as I can understand man
Drown those sorrows in a triple cream & I
Feel like a’ half of myself
Go to places I already been and can’t
Even recognize the help and
And when that next stress hits I won’t
I won’t I won’t I won’t take it so hard I won’t take it so hard
Drink my juice from a special cup so I
Can feel just like a human
Submit to the daily routine and I
Can’t tell a drink from the grind man
Drop off what we don’t really need not gonna
Miss it when I buy it buy it buy it back now
Steal a quarter and find myself wise and I
Get the best deals known to mankind
Walk a hundred thousand steps a day I don’t
Sleep better than another man might and
Where I’m living on a borrowed dime
I won’t forget you
Breathe in so I keep feeling green and I
See just about all around now
Can’t tell about the things that I’ve seen without
Spoiling it for everyone around now
Roll over and make a big noise and I
Leave before they read the rights now
Hide out over past the state line and I don’t I don’t I don’t think I’ll come back
Bow down to an inverse cross and I
See it from a different side now
Keep away from the things I don’t need ain’t gonna
Speak until I get the right sign and
Climb down in the next little ril
Need to hide away from my own god damned plan
When I’m shooting from the heart I don’t
Aim but still I still I still I make my mark
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3. |
Kiss Before The Cause
03:49
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I put a kiss before the cause
And have consumed all of it raw
Painting an altar onto the wall
It's a curious pastime
Up in the corner for far too long
Keeping the light on only because
Cause I'd rather be on the floor
Through a tunnel wreathed in lights
Escape to our hideout in the alps
We walk a perilous occupation
a serious pastime
Tucked into corners brokering deals
Watching the movement but never the wheels
Cause I'd rather be on the floor
Where I’d shake and show out
All by myself
Buy a ticket and claim your prize
Weave a ladder out of grass
Trading time for a piece of the pie
it’s the national pastime
Building up vapor from vision and dreams
Watching the movie and stealing the scenes
Cause I’d rather be on the floor
Where I’d shake and show out
With no one else
Where I’d shake and show out
Only with you
I put a kiss before the cause
And have consumed all of it raw
Turn down the sheets, paint over the wall
We control the pipeline
Bow to the altar and broker the deal
Blow out the light and make off with the reels
Cause I'd rather be on the floor
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Lost in the great wide open
Can’t let go of the fear of not being’ right
There is no fine resolution
Between the black and the white
Can’t keep track of emotion
Try to stop the words I still haven’t found
Reflected in the cool season
Deep as the snow on the groc ccccund
But there was something in that moment
When my collection became so clear
And everything is automatic after all
Oh I deliberately grind your gears
But you expand to span
the minutes
Into a century
When you’re lost in the seconds
And you feel alive with what is still unfound
I’ll try to hear the unspoken
And let the quiet surround me
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Who would have even pictured it
Never before seen on the face of the earth
Except when it happened before
On a cold, clear day
Somewhere in America
A wave swells up
And swallows the modern world
It's a hard time
and a long road
what a steep climb
with this heavy load
Did you see it?
Someone had to have seen it
You couldn't miss it on the faces
of the unwashed dumbstruck below
on a cold clear day
somewhere in America
the people pulled a lever and swallowed the modern world
It's a hard time
and a long road
what a steep climb
with this heavy load
Outside your window
The middle of Summer
The waters are rising
Time to take over
Why didn't you try to stop it
Couldn't you see it upfront
Did any of us think of the children
Who'd want the lesson they got
On a cold clear day
Somewhere in America
The waste is backing up
And poisoning all of the world
It's a hard time
and a long road
what a steep climb
with this heavy load
Outside your window
The middle of Summer
The waters are rising
Time to take over
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6. |
The All Seeing Eye
03:39
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On a subatomic scale
Bouncing off each other
Everything you’ve ever felt and seen
Dictated by the space between
Rotated by all seeing eye
Under microscopic gaze
Equal to each other
Change only one a, g, or t
Dictated by the space between
Rotated by all seeing eye
And you’re starting to think
In the span of a blink
Everything that you’ve seen with your eyes is what your brain made up
And it’s illusory
Like melting clocks in a dream
Countless dots make a scene
And you're on
Over macroscopic glare
Difference so subtle
Only things you touch taste hear and see
Dictated by the space between
Rotated by all seeing eye
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Curse Of The Wampire
05:19
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Little birds all lined up on the wire
a’feathers fleeting
Stealing winter hanging on the line
And we’re hitting the dregs again
Watch those secret dreams grow round upon the vine
And the honey’s dripping
Hold your distant schemes like water turned to wine
And give all of your blood to me
Move closer to ascend the path on high
Arm and arm we’re marching
Round the bend a severe jagged line
And we’re deep in the weeds again
Watch your dearest dreams bud up upon the vine
Oh the honey’s dripping
Hold your secret schemes like water turned to ice
And give all of your blood to me
I have it made, (like) I had you made, there’s no over-under.
I’ve got it made
All at once so wretched and divine
The one heart beating
Skipping 'cross a fleeting string of time
And I’m under your skin again
As our precious fruit grows riper off the vine
Hand in hand they’re singing
Hold your dearest truths from starlight in the night
and give all of your blood to me
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Dawn Jangles
04:16
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After tying on a tight one
And taking in the scenery
They decided that the other one
Was with whom that they would disagree
Everybody’s on the boulder
And the state is in decline
But his head is on her shoulder
and the weight is off his mind
Hitching a ride on the arrow of time
It’s a golden affair
And the morning is coming
Over four and twenty oceans
They are east and west combined
In an ancient dirty city
Amongst the bleeding hearts
He sees in four dimensions
Her music’s Taylor-made
They’re moving in ascension
When they shake
Hitching a ride on the arrow of time
It’s a golden affair
And the morning is coming
Over four and twenty oceans
They're taking in the scenery
In an ancient dirty city
And with whom that they would disagree
Everyone’s on the boulder
And the state is in decline
But his head is on her shoulder
and the weight is off his mind
Hitching a ride on the arrow of time
It’s a golden affair
And the morning is coming
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I Want More Than That
03:08
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Archaeopteryx they flew in threes
Mommy daddy the family tree
Holy roller you’re killing me
Separating man from the entire
Animal family
I always know the wrong thing to say
And the very worst way to say it
So please don't make my choices
I want more than that
Two all bound up in filigree
Mommy daddy the family tree
Holy roller you smother me
Locking all your unearned gains
In a box under lock and key
I always know the wrong thing to say
And the very worst way to say it
So please don't make my choices
I want more than that
After a silent sit and stay a story comes in from the dark
We all have our own hard time
But baby you have had a lot
Oh no
What more can we say
We ain’t ever gonna be the same
I concede you’re right
And we don’t have to go on
It’s like chess with a pigeon
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Alabaster Torture
05:29
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Tornado Time
03:36
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I don't know what you did
But I'm pretty sure you do
If you give away a secret
Then it won't be safe with you
Like a cat whose robbed the cage
Or a kid lifting the goods
You could list out all your reasons
But you'd never speak the truth
And I could give but it won't be enough
We're gonna break when your push turns to shove
But you could walk away with all that I have, but none of my love
Your culture is hungry, it'll swallow me whole
You've got your guard back up
Could I ever give you enough
You've got your guard back up
Why was breaking you down so tough
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Oscar
04:52
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A melancholy morning ray
That came into my world today
Was on his way out
On my day out
In spite of what I care to say
I am the problem with the world today
I’m maladjusted
I can’t be trusted
A balance in society
With essence and variety
Is all I’ve wanted
It’s what hunted
But in spite of all I care to say
In fantasy is where I long to lay
And dream a way out
Of my day out
So hold on, fellow sycophants
Everyone around us knows it’s for the best
Why are we waiting?
Why am I caving in?
Because the stars are falling
And the wheel of the year's a turning
I can't keep caving in
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