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IDEALS
04:38
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Wasted another day
Another day where I could have been
Everything that I strive to be
And everything that I envy
I feel like I’ve found a way to succeed
But I’m actively choosing to hide it
I’ll write a list
And I’ll sing a song
But I can’t seem to find any traction
Feeling like warm dough
Not being able to work
Maybe I should sell everything I own
Give this dream to some other jerk
Plato stands at the back of the bar
He’s nursing a cocktail
The phone’s off the cradle
He’s picking a beard hair
From out of his ice
And he’s flicking it
Into the peanuts
Wading through chest high water
Watching my peers move & grow
As the water gets higher
They all seem to float
I’ll tell myself It’s just a bad day
I’ll tell myself it will come soon
After I buy this
After I plan that
And I slowly wither away
Plato stands at the back of the bar
He’s nursing a cocktail
He’s such a smug fucker
He’s picking a beard hair
From out of his ice
And he’s flicking it
Into the peanuts
To be a statue behind the glass
Arms and legs lost in the bath
I’d like direction but I can’t see
I can only push myself so far
Plato stands at the back of the bar
He’s nursing a cocktail
The phone’s off the cradle
He’s picking a beard hair
From out of his ice
And he’s flicking it
Into the peanuts
The patron beside him
Yells at the TV
‘Cause he lived his life
Vicariously
“Did you know they used to be my so-and-so?”
And he beams with pride
And he dies inside
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WAKING WORLD
04:05
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I feel this fear building up inside
These feelings of mine are back and they try to hide
Into and over my mind and mouth
But I’m not gonna take advice from that angry self
No thanks, not today
There’s no depression running over me
No, I’ll farm for gold
And I’ll meet you here in the waking world
I’m not losing sleep
And I’m not gonna be reflecting now
I’m farming for gold
There are times when I’ve been wrong
We will come back to it like we always do
But this time it might not resolve for you
So instead of anticipating I know just what I’ll do
No thanks, not today
There’s no depression running over me
No, I’ll farm for gold
And I’ll meet you here in the waking world
I’m not losing sleep
And I’m not gonna be reflecting now
I’m farming for gold
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WISHING WELL
03:59
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You entitled little douchebag
Where did all of your money go?
Did mommy and daddy take it away?
Are those tears streaming down your face?
There won’t ever be consequences
And I won’t ever see you fail
Yeah, you’ll be head of the family business
And I’ll keep tossing coins in a wishing well
You entitled little douchebag
You think that you know everything
It’s a good thing that you’re natural organic
Or you might stain your designer jeans
There won’t ever be consequences
And I won’t ever see you fail
Yeah, you’ll be head of the family business
And I’ll keep tossing coins in a wishing well
You entitled little douchebag
We both know that I am wrong
There won’t be any repercussions
You’ll be the one who’s threatening my job
There won’t ever be consequences
And I won’t ever see you fail
Yeah, you’ll be head of the family business
And I’ll keep tossing coins in a wishing well
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Don’t know how it started
But I can guess how it will end
Bruised and empty bottles
Crushed and empty cans
Red light illuminating
Hoarse voices in the night
Well, it’s three o’ clock in the morning
That means it’s time to start a fight
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Are you passed out because you drank too much
Or because you got choked out?
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
The fire I see inside your eyes is what this night is all about
Some people really know their stuff
And they’re throwing their weight around
I hope the neighbours don't complain
about commotion and the sound
Red light illuminating
Hoarse voices in the night
Well, it’s three o’ clock in the morning
That means it’s time to start a fight
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Are you passed out because you drank too much
Or because you got choked out?
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
The fire I see inside your eyes is what this night is all about
Well I don’t really want to hurt you, no
This is just a friendly fight
We’re just being young and dumb on a
Hot saturday night
And when I see you again
We’ll both be bruised and a little sore
But we’ll share a knowing glance
Because we were both the champions of
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
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EXECUTIONERS
05:51
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Executioners wear masks
To protect their lives
From the mobs of loved ones
With the dead in their eyes
In what kind of world
What reciprocal function
Can they build in our minds
That we sit on benches
Inside of a trial
And act as the will
Of all peoples
What happens when the mob don’t care
Tears the mask from the one who wears it
If you’ve never taken the time
To be bullied for no crime
You've never fought for perspective
Maybe actions build
Off of one and another
And drive us to do
the unthinkable
What happens when the mob don’t care
And tears the mask from the one who wears it
Not to save guilty from dying
But to kill the offender themselves
Young hearts
With young brains
That can’t be changed
Whisper and rage
Your thoughts
Are in the right place
There’s a line in this life
And it's easy to find
When you spend all your time
Scraping off shit and slime
For no solace and no piece of mind
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6. |
WHARF
04:08
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Grey dock
Feel again
Water lapping
On the boat
It comes
From the ocean
Where it lives
And it dies
Where it lives
And it dies
Slow rotation
Pull me in
Take me right back
Where I belong
The stone
On the cliffside
Where it lives
And it dies
Where it lives
And it dies
I’ve cut the soles of my feet to shreds
I’ve got a splinter inside every finger
There is a burn in the palm of my hand
All my old wounds are now open again
I’m all dried out
And peeling
And swaying in the breeze
There must
There must be more
Where it lives
And it dies
Where it lives
And it dies
I’ve cut the soles of my feet to shreds
I’ve got a splinter inside every finger
There is a burn in the palm of my hand
All my old wounds are now open again
To be back to the places where we were together
Knocking back and forth like a wave
Where it lives
And it dies
Where it lives
And it dies
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DANGER SOUL
02:44
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Who’s this dangerous soul?
What’s this look in their eye?
Oh, could it be DANGER?
Or the thought of some crime?
They see through your eyes and they see through your furs
And the sword and the spire are the ones who confer
The sheathbill’s a seer and it know all desire
And it tells many tales by the warmth of the fire
A six hand on the plains
On the streets in the rain
And their eyes never falter
‘Cause their heart is as true as their aim
Oh the chill in the air
Made null by their linen
There’s no sign of a smirk
No, no devilish grinnin’
They see through your eyes and they see through your smile
And they don’t know the words but they’ll sing for a while
The sheathbill’s a seer and it knows all desire
And it tells many tales by the warmth of the fire
A six hand on the plains
On the streets in the rain
And their eyes never falter
‘Cause their heart is as true as their aim
Lay your head down
Keep on dreaming
Weaving stories
Without meaning
A six hand on the plains
On the streets in the rain
And their eyes never falter
‘Cause their heart is as true as their aim
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SPIRITS
05:01
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Wait Don’t wait
Ask To hear
Shade It seeps
So slow
Weight on folds of certainty you know
Go, now go, weep and grow
Throw your spirits away (Throw your spirits away)
Dance barefoot in the rain (Jump barefoot in the rain)
All horizons the same (All horizons the same)
Patience so grave
U-prints in the plains
Rays they claim
Outside layer it wanes
Astral melt as blue skies meet the grains
Sighs exclaim the pathway’s newfound names
Throw your spirits away (Throw your spirits away)
Dance barefoot in the rain (Jump barefoot in the rain)
All horizons the same (All horizons the same)
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Hear the howl of the acid wolf
The blood moon on the rise
But the ghouls who’d seek to cause us harm
Are in for a surprise
Plate of black obsidian
A green face ‘neath the cowl
Armed head to toe, she’s good to go
Under the guidance of the owl
Swamp lore
In the city
Feel it through your bones
So lock the doors and the windows to your homes
The zweihander swingeth
And all shall obey
Spooky fight, the goblin knight
Carving demons into dust
And snapping warlock staves
Hunting evil entities
Cutting atronachs in half
Swamp lore
In the city
Feel it through your bones
So lock the doors and the windows to your homes
The zweihander swingeth
And all shall obey
Spooky fight, the goblin knight
Goblin
Knight
Goblin
Knight
Swamp lore
In the city
Feel it through your bones
So lock the doors and the windows to your homes
The zweihander swingeth
And all shall obey
Spooky fight, the goblin knight
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10. |
ECHO
07:52
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Gone are my hopes of being a father
Mom says she’ll never have a granddaughter
The love I can give I’ll give willingly
But it won’t come back for me.
I’m scared to be,
I’m scared I’ll be the last whisper of me
No pageantry no trick up our sleeves
Gone are my hopes of being a father
Mom says she’ll never have a granddaughter
You don’t know anything
Except when you do
It’s not like us to agree with your view
And when the future looks grim
And you’ve paid for your Sins
You can feel them weigh against your limbs
To me and for me I just can’t believe
How selfish and selfless and blind I’ve been
To the inscrutable inevitability
Of places that we create
In this straw bed that we weave,
So confident in its fragility
Till we set it ablaze praying for a minute of peace
In support of our largest breeds
And in spite of the leftover scraps on the heap
Gone are my hopes of being a father
Mom says she’ll never have a granddaughter
You don’t know anything
Except when you do
It’s not like us to agree with your view
And when the future looks grim
And you’ve paid for your Sins
You can feel them weigh against your limbs
But not of me I stay
Distant from you
True dead inside of
Our mother's womb
So far from my heart
Inside of a tune
I won’t be harmed by
This century’s groom
Clipped and corrupted
By some fuck in maroon
You were waste
Before you were born
Sixties the roughest
As masses collide
You won’t make it past twenty five
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