1. |
The Action Set In Stone
02:25
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I burnt the plans to the time machine
each action is set in stone
I cut the holes in the trampoline
so break those fragile bones
‘cause I’m not staying here alone
this wall and I have grown
Oh, you said you’re already dead
in this dull, dull place
take me out and break both my legs
And send my body to space
and let all time be erased
without one single trace
‘cause I found a place
right here
And I was born in a mirror and I was born from a fear of what was near
And I was born in a mirror and I was born from a fear of what was near
‘cause I found a place
‘cause I found a place
and let all time be erased
without one single trace
and let all time be erased
without one single trace
I found a place
‘cause I found a place
and let all time be erased
without one single trace
and let all time be erased
without one single trace
‘cause I found a place
‘cause I found a place
right here
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2. |
Howl
01:02
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If I howl when it rains
will things stop or stay the same?
If I howl in pain
will things stop or stay the same?
If you’re the mother in the corner
I’m the brother in the other
can we finally shed these tears
say we’ll never be the same in years?
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3. |
Burgundy
02:44
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I try, I try but nothing ever works out for me
he’ll lie, I lie, seems like a paradox, we see
and wonder, wonder who we should believe
when you’re under the influence of being deceived
from a soul, he stole, to get control
I can’t get around it
I can’t get through it
not under or over it
because you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in
I said, “shed my skin”
because you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out
I try, I try but nothing ever works out for me
A mayfly, mayfly laughed and hung to a tree
he said, “Live long, die wrong, you’re all dying wrong, kid”
a lifelong mistake, though, I ignore it for I do
know I miss metamorphosis
I can’t get around it
I can’t get through it
not under or over it
because you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in
I said, “shed my skin”
because you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out
I’m out, you’re in and we’ll never begin to begin
Can’t get around it
I can’t get through it
not under or over it
a short-life aquatic insect
the phoenix ashes and objects
you’ll never use because you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in
I said, “shed my skin”
because you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out, you’re in, I said, you’re out
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4. |
Churchyard
04:04
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The churchyard was empty but the ground was full
we heard old names, played old games, even relit old flames
we blamed our mothers and fathers for this
when really it’s silly with a thought so chilly
I was the boy with the black coat
You knew I’d be the first to go
so, you held my hand as I land and it’s all in your plan
in the dark, empire land
Just like in a fairy tale I once knew
and reality is hard to view for few
this wasn’t on the same page I once drew
A sunset, a mountain in a life I’d view
We shared a swing set with a girl in blue
she told me stories and said they were true
We studied with pencils, a ruler and glue
But nothing stuck one to two
And I’m the mountain in the waves,
the voice in unmarked graves
with soldiers that fought in a money hungry crusade
And I’m the mountain in the waves,
the voice in unmarked graves
with soldiers that fought in a money hungry crusade
We all hear footsteps with our ears pressed to
the floor near the door, we’ve all been here before
Don’t tell me it’s coming, I already know
in a room full of people we argue
and fight to see right but something gets bright
the whole room has caught fire
And I’m the mountain in the waves,
the voice in unmarked graves
with soldiers that fought in a money hungry crusade
And I’m the mountain in the waves,
the voice in unmarked graves
with soldiers that fought in a money hungry crusade
a money hungry crusade
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5. |
Middle Name Honesty
02:59
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An umbrella to share
who am I kidding
‘cause I don’t fucking care
it’s only spitting
So, tell me why am I here
A getaway to New York
To get my mind clear
but some things you can’t ignore
the day after the war
Lets trash this hotel room
I don’t want to smell
the scent of that perfume
even though it’s quite swell
take an elevator
Yell ‘til the first floor
well, why? Well, I’ll tell you later
‘cause I don’t know anymore
the day after the war
Sunrise
9 A.M.
Grey skies
Let me in
under your umbrella
All rain
Tastes the same
my brain
Is no game
So, tell me the truth
Do I still have value?
I want to know the current currency
on the space between me and you
Who messed up the melody?
all arranged properly
I want to know who fucked up the score
it’s put together sloppily
I found myself at the airport
the day after the war
Sunrise
9 A.M.
Grey skies
Let me in
under your umbrella
All rain
Tastes the same
my brain
Is no game
So, tell me the truth
Middle name honesty, why can’t you find, why can’t you find the best in me?
Why can’t you promise me that you will not go, woah, why’d you go slow?
Middle name honesty, why can’t you find, why can’t you find the best in me?
Why can’t you promise me that you will not go, woah, why’d you go slow?
Why’d you go?
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6. |
My Deer Headed Friend
04:45
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My deer headed friend
have you seen the end
maybe that is how we will all learn
Ran across my lawn
and then you were gone
maybe in some years you will return
Yelled that I miss you
and if it’s true, yeah, if it’s true
would silence be my better offering?
And if books told my story
would they be in glory
or would blank pages be my softer sing?
If the hands of time
they pulled you behind
then would you see
with a clearer eye, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my deer headed foe
did your antlers grow
into sharp little horns
Piercing, piercing, piercing
through the sky
Yelled that I miss you
and if it’s true, yeah, if it’s true
would silence be my better offering?
Yelled that I miss you
and if it’s true, yeah, if it’s true
would silence be my better offering?
And if books told my story
would they be in glory
or would blank pages be my softer sing?
And we sing,
Woah-oh, home
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