1. |
5,6,&7
03:53
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The devil has eyes like stars and he
Has many friends
Fingers like fishhooks he'll pull you in
And we will show no signs
That we're drowning in apathy
Stay awake you know it's all the same
Oh seven save me from these rising tides
The Water's up to my shaking knees
And I'm seeing strange creatures swimming below me
But it's none of your concern
In these broken hours when the magnet's lost
I am aimless shortchanged hanging
When transfiguration is at my door
Take these threads and make me whole again
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2. |
The Fault Lines
03:34
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I can’t tell you where I stand
These paper trees are withering and I
Cannot move my eyes anymore
Can we make this harder that I’m sure
And now
I’m crawling sitting still
The winds in all directions but you
are a force all on your own
Projections overblown
I’ll be waiting for days I’m sure
But it’s only weeks and now I’m gone
And what to do with reservations
What to do with consequence
I can’t tell you where I stand
These paper trees are withering and you
are whatever you may be
It’s so unclear to me
And now
The elements conspire
the way the fault lines all devour
all of us
So if we’re sudden strangers in the darkness
If wind and fire eat our bones and we forget this
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3. |
Gasoline
03:10
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When the oceans fill up with gasoline
There'll be no more running
Some day the sun will fill the sky
I hope we've figured things out by then
There'll be no insanity anymore
The sirens will stop their howling
And music will kill no more
All our dreams and our intentions
They'll be waiting for us still
With everything we've made we're feelings and old bones
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4. |
For Everyone
03:43
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To all the shattered voices that parade through the streets
Echoing through the alleys at night while we sleep
In the snow in the rain and the cold and the heat
Can you tell me if we’re sinking
To the scattered souls who live in these walls
Who walk endlessly up and down these halls
When I listen closely I can still hear your calls
Is there water around my feet
And now that we’re shrouded in permanent light
Take my hand and hold tight
We won’t be here much longer
To the man made of iron and soul made of lead
If you could just step back it might ease your head
But there’s nothing that’s stopping this feeling of dread
Of the cold that’s rising under me
To the used and startled and broken and cold
To the rich and the lovely and safe young and old
To the meek and humble beautiful and bold
Can you tell me what happens next
To my family and friends and the ones I despise
I’ve been spinning in circles since I opened my eyes
And in all these days I’ve only been surprised
At every second of wonder
To the wanderer who’ll never find his way home
Who’ll find only himself and then die alone
Tell me all of your secrets or I’ll take em from your bones
Tell me where we’re headed
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5. |
Making Zardoz
03:51
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Every time it took my breath away
We are where I wished we'd be yesterday
All the simple things they would not stay
All the simple things they would not stay
I hope I don't let you down
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One hand on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
Some uber-man I'd make,
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on,
A host of individual sins,
Let's carve my aging face off,
Fetch us a knife,
Start with my eyes,
Down so the lines,
Form a grimacing smile,
Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely is such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,
Still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing,
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out,
But with each turn,
It's this front and center,
Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
Every post you can hitch your faith on,
Is a pie in the sky,
Chock full of lies,
A tool we devise,
To make sinking stones fly,
And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing.
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