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Aethon
01:13
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I break with your reasons, while Atlas is kneeling
Under your weight
You ain’t worth the warmth of a fire I’m stealing
To build own fates
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High Tech Spades
02:44
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I’m a rich land’s son in a dead man’s fate
I got graves along the interstate
Cause so long as time has got me caught
I don’t plan to seek a sense at all
While armies kill and cultures mourn
The scales they weigh with broken arms
And the ferryman he boosts the price
For the fee we place upon their eyes at dawn
So you been riding on your own now
But you merely roam your cage
If we don’t ride as one together it’s gonna be too late
So I’m out at sea doing farmers work
And the labor marks on my arms hurt
Cause the temperature don’t stop to rise
With that torch we traded for our eyes
What matters most is not to see
But to burn what might bring peace to me
Cause of peace my friend, no money’s made
So I’m digging graves with high-tech-spades at dawn
So you been dying on your own now
But if you’d asked we could have helped
Cause only teamplay puts some meaning to the heat down here in hell
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3. |
My Kids
06:18
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Once I’s in love, very much so
She worked at a circus, walking ropes
And all the world would come out
To see her show
Yeah, she was tough, though so petite,
Danced on those ropes like they were fields
Always one eye turned to the crowd
To smile at me
But then one night her tender smile
Lingered too long there by my side
She lost her hold and I watched her fall
From the sky
They took her out with eyes closed
She whispered me a dirty joke
The following were the last things
She said to me
Home is where the heart runs hiding and the walls ain’t caving in
The abstract concept you call dying is the only thing that’s real
So that’s why I read these books all day
Try and force her words to make some sense
I’ve come to find, I don’t agree,
Not at all
So I need to hope her home is far,
Hope that she’s wrong, hope only scarred
For I need to find that ropewalking girl of mine
I lay a curse on homes to be
To make them dry out hearts like leaves
To make her run in circles till
She’s returned to me
Home is where the heart runs drying out
Later in life down at the zoo
I take my kids there after school
Their eyes grow big, when they behold
A circus tent 80 feet tall
And look who does glide
From rope to rope
My love, our kids, I brought them home
Home is where the heart runs hiding and the walls ain’t caving in
The abstract concept you call dying is the only thing that’s real
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4. |
Himadleed
04:20
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This country is landlocked and yeah so are we
We’re wearing our blindfolds with so much to see
Each one of us carries a bag of fresh air
But between our arms, well there’s nobody there
We got a cross on our mountains, a cross on our graves
A circular history and a mortgage on caves
I need to leave more than anything
My reckoning
Won’t you run with me
This thing we call neutral, is brutal at best
We’re drugging our memory, for in fake peace to rest
We pray to two-headed eagles, a trinity dove,
We wish hell on our neighbors and help from above
You felix Austria marry, marry sour sons
And in case they start thinking, divorce them at once
I need to leave more than anything
My reckoning
Won’t you run with me
This is my country in the valley, the shadow of death suits her good
This is who Mary stole the child from, turn the page, hit reset, start anew
But even in foresight or in memory, this fog is our medium of truth
Hard to tell sunshine from the moonlight, hallelujah you got us all fooled
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5. |
Hope Upon My Heels
04:55
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Blowing down a dusty road, blow it down and take me on
Take me far across the plain where the priestess’ child’s done slain
Do your wave and hitch a ride, hitch a ride out of my mind
Like a civil war kills time I know exactly what I like
You got fixed now more than soon by some fit mechanic tube
And like the morning light you sobered out and overt
Turns your tale
Look at all this perfect doom, terror sharp-teethed bloody womb
That is tearing down in size what the floodwave left behind
Take tequila shots in pints till the shine of sun runs blind
Through the darkness of a mind, it all with emptiness now rhymes
You blew my mind just like a flute, conduct a cavalry of news
So bad, they make us feel more grateful, in respect to
What we got
When all is done who needs a resurrecting son,
I need a fluorescent dream, I need some hope upon my heels
When all is, when all is, when all is…
Just then the lime light turns to green, reveals a circus low-life scene
And the officials they cut the cables for something stable
In the dark
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PPPA
04:47
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Softly falls the weight of your porcelain shape
Like a river from the mountain to its port
And heavy flood the rays of the sun by mistake
Oh that room you hardly can afford
Listen to the ballroom as it sways
Tame that lion ‘fore he walks away
Form that lump of clay back into sand
And crack my eager skull between your hands
Easy does the breeze tickle hair inbetween
My upper and your sober lower lips
And steady as I wait creeps a sigh from your face
Silverlining cheaply sinking ships
Split a mortal man right into sides
Spread your legs as if you were to fly
Lick that liquored salt from ‘neath your throne
And take your pretty poison punk ass home
I could be headed for the shoreline six feet down
I could be running from the northstar way back south
Or I could just stay here, be that ugly rock among your pearls
Until they then find me by the railroad tracks far from this world
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7. |
South St. Louise
04:14
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I keep the fan on while sleeping
To dry my wet dreams
In the morning I’m waking
In South St. Louise
Home is where the party is
Reads on her wall
My girl Saint Louise
Must have carried me home
Keeping me company, last of a monarchy
Trading its traitors for gold
Blue-blood Louise in her panties of green
Makes me royally feel I belong
Two light-bulbs are missing
From her chandelier
Impeaching a symmetry
Vital in here
She sings Neva Dinova
While I fix the lights
Then she puts her new clothes on
To catwalk the bedside
Shaking off bad dreams in sheets made of satin
She’s amiably making me stay
How she motherly cares for me, porcelain-touch gracefully
Hectic she gets when I say
Thanks for the delay of the real world that waits
Out there, I must go back to, I’m sorry
But see for yourself that I came seeking help and i
Found it as I passed your doorway
Late afternoon I’m enchanted by june-light
Erotically captures our story
In platonic ways I look back how we laid
My return’s predetermined and honest and chronic and homelessly modest
She keeps her tongue in when kissing
She confides in me
So that kissing gets less of a conformity
In her gestures she gives weight to pictures she speaks
When she recites Van Morrisson lyrics to me
Her father baked rolls so deliciously gold
The north-east they rolled round in a van
Till that castle they built up that suburban hill
Grew a fairy-tale sung by a band
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8. |
Reminder
04:23
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I don’t wanna bend and break
Like your future does
I don’t wanna be awake
When your mornings come
I don’t wanna feel afraid
On your sunny days
I don’t wanna be the grass
Growing from your corpse’s face
Please leave me, I beg you to
Cause I cant stand how I depend on you, depend on you
Oh what to do, all the worst things in life they remind me of you
I have seen you scrubbing floors
With the clothes I bought
I have seen you pouring drinks
From my hollowed heart
I have seen you sleep in peace
Through my darkest hours
You would always steal the things
I’m most lost without
You won’t leave me, if I beg you to
Cause that’s exactly what you want me to, you want me to
Oh what to do, all the worst things in life they remind me of you
Hurricane season, the drunks in the street and
The Viennese cops and their trouble with speaking
Brotherly treason, your face when you’re sleeping
The fun you have telling the secrets you’re keeping
Matrix the sequel, in fact every sequel,
Especially ours was more like a fever
Outdoor Sativa, over achievers,
Posh senoritas and die hard believers
Airplanes that steal us away from our lovers
My lung and the weird noise it makes when I get up
Raisins in sweet stuff, alarm clocks and sit ups
Anything colder than Austrian winters
The junk that we feed on, the truth of a mirror
Her car crash and funeral, the loss of a keeper
Your name im still breathing, your reasons for leaving
The worst things im seeing remind me of -
Oh what to do all the worst things in life they remind me of you
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9. |
Morning Dress
05:09
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Well Sally the wind blows
Our lies into circles
Our minds over meadows
We’re dragging behind
You stare up to their windows
To those warm homes we don’t own
And you weep in your trenchcoat
Out of cinder-red eyes
You spend your life on the riverbed
The glistening waves are your morning dress
We stop by the drug store
For some pills to make up for
A love that got lost or
Killed away
So what you’re holding my hand for
Did you hope that it leads towards
Somewhere in our past or
Are you just seeking warmth
You spend your life ‘hind a piece of glass
The shattering parts are your morning dress
You hide your face ‘hind a warpaint-mask
The downrunning ink is your morning dress
And then down by our old town’s well
You haste to stop and you kneel yourself
It looked as if you’d just cast a spell
When you rose in a smile
You laid your clothes off to take a bath
Inside the water was when you yelled
‘oh my dear wishing well
I was gone for a while’
So you took me into your waterbed
Life poured from you as my morning dress
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10. |
Ave as in Avenger
05:46
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Bring me a saber and I’ll cut you down
Bring me some money and ill bail you out
Bring me a hammer and Ill build your house
Bring me a guitar and I make you proud
Bring me the silence of your home
And I can tell you what went wrong
Somebody’s dead, somebody’s out
That body’s leaving no reasonable doubt
Crime scene enunciates, evidence clear
You brought ‘em your trust and they dragged out your fear
And ill be your avenger, dear
Bring me a saber and ill carve my sign
Into every frontporch in this town of mine
Bring me your past and ill cut hands of time
Bring me tomorrow and ill make it thine
Show me the hollow of your soul
Each life I take to fill that hole
You used to be none of that sad
None of that bitter or sleepless in bed
Now they’ve come again, bring endings to starts
But ill be beside you, massaging your heart
Cause I am your, avenger love
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11. |
Khaleesi
02:15
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12. |
Prometheus Run
04:53
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Become what you love, from what you lost
Become what you love, from what you lost
Steal that fire from their skies,
Make men from clay, from what you look like,
Prometheus, run!
There’s a burning inside of me I cant describe
It’s not fresh its old news but its there all the time
I see a van and a band and the lone countryside
I wanna travel and sing I wanna fall from the sky
I see birds moving south I feel wings in my mouth
a song that can fly that can take me out now
a desert, a prairie, a place I can shout
empty my lungs before my time’s run out
Feel an urge to just leave these old sheets far behind
tuck myself in with needles and cones from the pines
roll me tobacco till my voice is a whine
and just walk play and sing till my strings lose their shine
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