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Beast
04:34
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Your red hair, pale yellow eyes, so match the evening
We stall for time, as fissures deepen
Abandoned your home, slipped south in the night
Stripped of everything, but the fight was feast for you
Was there a sound when you transformed
Were you screaming?
Or have the ashes in your eyes
Worn out the feeling?
I see your wings are almost done, I always prayed you’d leave
As a beast you tamed, if nothing else, hope you’ll remember me
I see your wings are almost done, Where will you go?
Fade away from this angry hive, or are we now the devils that you know?
No one here, no one is suffering, no one here’s in pain
Not anymore, we melted down our chains
Forged anew, shiny sharpened bites
Ready for anything and the fight is a feast for us
Open up. I’m all alone
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2. |
Sirena
03:59
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Wasn't much when it began, dazed taste of skin
Days decomposed, smiling maniacal din
But things evolve in time. Over plastic cups and wine
Over weekends shut in, by practice defined
Lives in silhouette, two hand prints on the wall
Too weakly hanging on, so many ways to fall
You who couldn't forgive your past, but prayed for your thorns to grow
Preyed upon those close to you, and then everyone you know
I'll remember you there, melted in that chair
In all your silent fits, all your broken and stoic bits
If I remember you at all
I'm trying to quit
I'll remember you then, sitting on the edge
All those quiet slits, all those noisy sirened trips
If I remember you at all, I'm trying to cut you out
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3. |
Sirena Interlude
00:19
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“How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.”
-Eloisa To Abelard, by Alexander Pope
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4. |
Dark City
03:47
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Slightly out of tune, slightly visible hand
How did I miss the day?
Thinking, riding in circles on the edge
How did I miss the day?
Recycle, reused, remade from parts
Head straight circle back to start
Revolving, revolver roulette, or not
Head straight circle back to start
Concocted memories, injected dreams
But I can't recall her name
I sit to write a letter to warn her
But I can't recall her name
At night revise refine, residents of a zoo
“No one knows that no one knows how to leave”1
Tuning, retuning but the notes change
“No one knows that no one knows how to leave”
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5. |
Sunrise Prelude
00:25
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n/a
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6. |
Sun Worship
03:39
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You always mercurial in either sense
Your senses augmented and paranoid
The reptile, the primitive parts of your brain
Trained, fight to kill or flight, no in between
In a cold far off and forgotten place
Your freedom to roam wild
In a world that almost died and was reborn
Adorned in jewelry made of bones, you run with ghosts
Standing black, on the ridge you face your god
Our god if we’d admit to something so abstract
“There’s a crack, in everything”1 so goes the Anthem
And the light, where it goes, even the smallest life grows
Pray for me or whatever the fuck you do
I’m going down system, I’ll see you when I see you
Despite the things I’ve said, and all the things I’ve done
I hope to see you again, standing in the sun
1 Leonard Cohen, from Anthem.
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7. |
John Prelude
00:24
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n/a
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8. |
John
05:09
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Hey john, it's been too long1. You’re looking much
older in the day. The weight of all you’ve seen.
Adrift alone ….in the aphotic zone2. Reaching for
reflections of a smile, the hazy lines of dreams.
Drifting3 away, a child’s forgotten name.
Her long distant rhyme, ripped out with the tide.
Drifting away, all snapshot frozen frames
The long distant song, 5 the organs grinding on
Crowded space, the fault lines6 of your face, Worn out
Watching as things erode, the brief breaks of peace
Slow descent.. Mary’s trench7, war-
fare{fair} in love and all, dragging us toward the deep
Barely awake … pretty useless snowflakes8, searching for
solutions in the sky, patterns in the bones9
But not the ones missing stones, what we’ve done, what we’ve become, Thru looking glasses shrink in size, sell self portraits of our unknowns10
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9. |
William Drury Interlude
00:31
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ooo ahh ooo
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10. |
Saints
03:38
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Healing in a hole outside, I hear my best friend’s
my worst friend’s early waking sounds
My spirit was up at least an hour before my brain
Already defeated, already hardening
Always the law liked me best, often guilty of mere disrespect
By fear or flesh, I’ve been locked down
In these walls I was born to see, soon the water is gonna rise
No surprise to me, living below the line1
Will you to dance for me
When they march thru the streets?2
Going over what’s-it-called (Jordan)
The next time we meet
Tell my name to the second line3
Sing 'Closer Walk’ for me
When the moon is red and the stars fall4
I’ll be swimming here, swimming in my sleep
Will I be just a number5 when the water’s done rushing in?
Just another saint, another sin
Yeah I know I could've left long ago, not like I didn’t know how to survive
I know not every city eats it's own, but not every city is alive
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11. |
Like a Clock
04:14
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Head trip, road trip out of season
Fear on rolling into town
Lines on the highway pull me onward
These lines of thinking draw me down
Another hung over Sunday
Slopped on top of those before
Silence contemplates your meaning as
The answers sprout up questions more and more
Your heart beats like a clock
In time with me awake and turning
My eyes fixed on a spot
To keep me from these dreams recurring
And all these thoughts I cannot escape
Sharpen up to run me through
All your glances still haunt me now
I come to think you always knew (you always knew)
(So I) built up sorrow-proof fences
Sound proof for all but when I shout
Ensnared innocent animals
Before you let me out...(You never really let me out)
My eyes searching all directions
Try to hold on to this room
Try to hold on to your image
As tight as I was glued to you
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12. |
Miranda
03:08
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I volunteered you remind me
The risks were all disclosed
A soup of happy cavies1
The effects took years to show
But it, used to be you went down with me2
My eyes would disappear
The bruises would stop their whimpering
Screaming cuts I couldn't hear
Miranda I don't think that I
Can stay above the ground
Forever floating in this net of clouds
Never a shadow down
All bright, a warm slow burning
Like standing in the in between spot
Sunny side up, no turning
Our world in tidal lock3
Nothing to see here, nothing ever wrong
Perfect poison, dead calm
I'm afraid this is as close as I'll ever be
Miranda, I’m drowning in these waves of outer peace
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13. |
Blow Up a Storm
04:07
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Where are you going my little ones
Playing at cops and bombers?
The lights are out in Babylon
No nightlight to watch their slumber
Where’re you hiding my little ones?
Playing at hide and seek?
Or have you learned when you really want to find someone
You blow the whole place to next week?
Your eyes open head down
Where are you going my little one
With your poseable plastic fireman?
The reality of your heroes
Is there time to be a child again?
What are you dragging my little one?
Looks like you learned to share from
Parents shouting freedom please
Looting from everyone
Haven’t I always kept them safe from everyone?
My little hatchlings I’ve seen them staring at the sun
Burning their eyes out waiting for the sky to fall on us1
And what do I tell them if it ever really does?
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14. |
Peter
03:42
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Lord, this is Peter
I know it's been a while, but I fear something horrible has been done to my wife
Sure I expected something when the boys laughed at the saloon when I said “I gotta go, my wife will be missing me soon,”
But never did I think there was any real danger in sight
If I had I’d have stayed home making sure she was alright
But I haven’t seen her in days
I think that she went away, but I’m afraid she’s been stolen away
Lord please let me know that she’s safe
I had a terrible dream, it all went red before black
And the garden I once loved is rotting in the sun
Only you know why I can’t go near that pumpkin patch
I know must sound unhinged but I, I had that feeling again
I feel like the garden it's grown eyes
Like the roots and vines are alive
As if if I were to get too close to them
They reach up and grab hold of me
And pull me down to their world with their sharpened fingernail thorns
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15. |
Poppies Prelude
00:28
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16. |
Poppies
04:08
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Make me some pockets and sew my shadow on
I'm ready to grow up now, ready to move on
It's not all the flying, it's just the falling down
Like we all hated all the pirates, until we saw one drown
Wendy she has left us, she blew across the plains of time
Now we must accept the fact that we can't stay young like this forever
But we can stay insane as long as we remember what made us this way
Making your way down, down that yellow brick road
Found some cans of spray paint you knew it wasn't gold
Someone needs a brain and some one needs a heart
All my children need homes but they don't know where they are
Been through fields of poppies and other kinds of weeds
Looked outside yourself to find out what you needed
But the wizard was a politician and the western witch is dead
The answer it was always in your shoes or in your head
Everything dies that cannot change
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17. |
Sunset Echo
00:27
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18. |
Sun Worship (Clean)
03:39
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You always mercurial in either sense
Your senses augmented and paranoid
The reptile, the primitive parts of your brain
Trained, fight to kill or flight, no in between
In a cold far off and forgotten place
Your freedom to roam wild
In a world that almost died and was reborn
Adorned in jewelry made of bones, you run with ghosts
Standing black, on the ridge you face your god
Our god if we’d admit to something so abstract
“There’s a crack, in everything”1 so goes the Anthem
And the light, where it goes, even the smallest life grows
Pray for me or whatever the hell you do
I’m going down system, I’ll see you when I see you
Despite the things I’ve said, and all the things I’ve done
I hope to see you again, standing in the sun
1 Leonard Cohen, from Anthem.
I really fucking hate this version, but my toddler was singing the original.
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