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1. |
The Family Knife
03:39
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I'm sick and I'm never going out again
I'm sick and I'm never going out again
four walls and the sirens never end
I'm sick and I'm never going out again
and it's true
in my mother's eyes
there's a mountainside, where the fear resides
and it's true
how our rooms divide
in blues
this knife will never see the hunt again
this knife will never see the hunt again
phone calls and a night that never ends
this knife will never see the hunt again
and my chest has been stirring once again
my chest has been stirring once again
just pacing a cage that never ends
my chest has been stirring once again
and it's true
in my father's eyes
there's a slow reply, where the speech collides
and it's true
are we making time
undo
guess ill eat something
just to feel something
just to open any doors
just to free something
and it's true
there's a bird inside, who can sing the size
while the past unwinds
and its true
while our hands are tied we commit to try
to restore the line
and its' true
are we closer now or doomed?
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2. |
Bargaining
03:41
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I stand in a foot of dirty water
taking myself to task
I look down the curve of the western shoulder
light up with a permanent gash
one foot fall to the fire to the failure
or reasoning through the glass
its one dry branch, dry stream to the river
well lift our throats when the heaviness comes to pass
its the bargaining
in this wicked world
its the bargaining
this stillborn precious ore
its a virus on hold with
a lot of dead cell phone
mixed up batteries
sifted in the backyard
a lot of fresh misery
you stand at the foot of a golden altar
hoarding that rental ash
I crush my meds on a dollar fragment
firming up for the past
one crow calls the scene to the another, yeah
cocking their beaks to bless
in dropped dial tones, dial free we're American
god I wish you nothing but viciousness
its the bargaining
in this wicked world
its the bargaining
this stillborn precious ore
its a virus on hold with
a lot of dead cell phone
mixed up batteries
sifted in the backyard
a lot of fresh misery
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3. |
Run in Place
05:00
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I begin to know his troubled thinking keeps us off
Buried in the glow of sweet transformers growing fruit
Bloody on the subway
Bloody on the phone
Fail to keep a secret
Fail to keep a home
I think there’s something on the gray horizon boiling over
I cannot help it can’t you see?
There’s something strange about it
And now I run in place
My hands a ghostly white
And all along the trauma bond that I belong to
smashed against the screen
Can you catch your breath
Cause we have company
Everybody knows he chants a dry spell at the door
Broken at the nose and now the neighborhoods on fire
Flowers in the window
Flowers in the road
Speak to me vermilion
Corrupted video
I think there’s something on the gray horizon boiling over
I cannot help it can’t you see?
There’s something strange about it
And now I run in place
My hands a ghostly white
And all along the trauma bond that I belong to
smashed against the screen
Can you catch your breath
Cause we have company
And look whose here to see you
hoping you’re keeping all the lights alive
but who could even hear you from the second floor the yard outside
when the emptiest of gestures comes to pull the sun out of the sky
we sit and count the seconds turning over in reply
And now I run in place
My hands a ghostly white
And all along the trauma bond that I belong to
smashed against the screen
Can you catch your breath
Cause we have company
Now I run in place
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4. |
Under Your Mind
05:24
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I wring my brain out on the evergreens
Tapped to dry
I’m drunk on want and order
Patient dreams resigned
Living here
It’s one day sober, one day older
Trust me
Down the sidewalk and under your mind
I think it’s time now baby, to let it die
Let it die
And I should have known better than to
Fuck with the fine
Cause in your eyes i’m aiming on a hope
That I can hang myself to dry
Under your mind
Under your mind
The wind is howling through my memories
Firing blind
Another thought is growing
reaching up to the power lines
Living here
It’s one day sober, one day older
Trust me
Down the sidewalk and under your mind
I think it’s time now baby, to let it die
Let it die
And I should have known better than to
Fuck with the fine
Cause in your eyes i’m aiming on a hope
That I can hang myself to dry
Under your mind
Under your mind
The tiny houses glowing
Every street missing signs
The lights inside are going off and on
And off and on and off and on and off and on
Down the sidewalk and under your mind
I think it’s time now baby, to let it die
Let it die
And I should have known better than to
Fuck with the fine
Cause in your eyes i’m aiming on a hope
That I can hang myself to dry
Under your mind
Under your mind
Under your mind
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5. |
Stuntman
04:18
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Stuntman take a look at yourself
A reflection of the real thing
That verve, that incredible health
All reserved for a reckoning
I’m sure there’s another way out from
Despicable now
But what’s worse? What do you want?
To riot or to play a sound?
And there’s just one thing that I live for
And there’s just one rope that i need to walk over you
Stuntman take a look at yourself
You’re the question of a real scene
I know all the wicked plays out
Does the space fill with empathy?
We believe, we believe, we believe
We believe that you’re sober now
But the fist caves in and all it takes
Is one shot to lay you out
And there’s just one thing that I live for
And there’s just one rope that I need to walk over you
Many men came down from the mountain
Shaking their pain out like a hound but it’s
You I’m gonna hold on to
The travel resists over lines over sorrow
It’s hard not to bleed on wires and seeds
Tomorrow
I’ll be found
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6. |
The House of Angel Flesh
04:35
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Do you feel safe where your hunger dies?
Yes it’s true, I’ve seen my self from the other side
First a black lake, and now my mouth is dry
From the truth, I bent my life in the name of mine
But love is not a finite or brittle thing
Like a ballast to my soul
A strengthening
But you’re throwing stones in the house of angel flesh
And what I owe? You better go
Cause what I am
Is a fire burning clean through the palm of your hand
No golden bands
Just a shiver my soul can share so make no demands
I release shame from this paradise
Planting seeds, I can be more than one man’s prize
And at the flame where our bodies lie
Digging pain out of this restless appetite
And now all that’s left is peace in the quiet ring
There’s a bounty if you give up the rationing
But you’re throwing stones in the house of angel flesh
And what I owe? You better go
Cause what I am
Is a fire burning clean through the palm of your hand
No golden bands
Just a shiver my soul can share so make no demands
You're throwing stones in the house of angel flesh
And what I owe? You better go
Cause what I am
What I am
What I am
Is a fire burning clean through the palm of your hand
Night and space
A lovers face
In a thousand shapes a choir is born
And I confuse
time and day
the target moves
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7. |
Touch Every Stone
04:19
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Mourners at the kitchen door
Shapeless in the steam
Feeding on your last trick
Make me wretched in the beam
Oh, when the roads long
When the stars and the snow
Come to bear
Oh, when they know god
When the sun meets the soul
On the stairs
I miss you
I miss every little thing that you do
You planted flowers
It’s harder to be
Left on your own
It promises peace
But you’ve touched every stone
Under glass and moving slow
You slip from my belief
A siren to a shallow
The underworlds relief
Oh, when the roads long
When the stars and the snow
Come to bear
Oh, when they know god
When the sun meets the soul
On the stairs
I miss you
I miss every little thing that you do
You planted flowers
It’s harder to be
Left on your own
It promises peace
But you’ve touched every stone
Your pansies bloom
In December rain
So much left to do
So much hungering
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8. |
Stacy
03:59
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Wake up Stacy
You've been mangled by the door
and you can't face me
I can't turn a broken lock over
One false move behind my direction
Ive got no teeth to bare
One more moon to light this connection
I stall that need
I stall that need
I stall that need
I stall
And its one more back to the station
you're holding out your hand
its one more back through creation
we crawl til there's room enough
we crawl till there's room enough
we crawl til there's room enough to stand
I heard the last word
can you repeat the answer slow
Cause im just an actor
running the lines
running the lines
running from what this key will pry out of action
and what's left sleeping there
and what will leave through cracks in the passion
I stall that need
I stall that need
I stall that need
I stall
And its one more back to the station
you're holding out your hand
its one more back through creation
we crawl til there's room enough
we crawl till there's room enough
we crawl til there's room enough to stand
and at the mercy of time and walls and alcohol
I assemble a day refrains remade and nothing saved
note discarded
and it lingers in lives and lungs these trophies hung
on a years long banquet of meals that just
taste like vomit in my mouth
and on my tongue
my tongue
And its one more back to the station your
holding out your hand
its one more back through creation
we crawl til there's room enough
we crawl till there's room enough
we crawl til there's room enough to stand
Growing up
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9. |
The Last 100 Years
05:42
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So I gathered up all the rot in my fist
and I showed it this fresh impenetrable bliss
growing tight from the skins in the soil
yes the past has a purpose
And I say I forgive you for not being quite strong enough
at the time it was easier just to give up
here's the blackholes we made how far did they get us?
Cause on the other side of gravity
a universe survives
and I will grow to these new shapes and size
but I will not get out alive
And all I really want
is to start the day for something
I can help myself
and all I really want
is a soft decay to nothing
there will be new flesh and bone inside
when I come into view
now this knot of fear that's been growing the last hundred years
with a twist all the mightiest roads disappear
god I miss the city I miss the salvation
but I don't miss the numbing
this state of becoming is constant and pure
im finally sure
ill go where the stars pull with guts made of marble
and kindness to build my own house
And Ill call out across the mountainside
the dimensions, the designs
of gossamer light halos fit to find
what is certain what is mine
And all I really want
is to start the day for something
I can help myself
and all I really want
is a soft decay to nothing
there will be new flesh and bone inside
when I come into view
I twist my fingers in and out of this world
And all I really want
is to start the day for something
I can help myself
and all I really want
is a soft decay to nothing
there will be new flesh and bone inside
when I come into view
I twist my fingers in and out of this world
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