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Ruiner
00:49
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Your Control
01:21
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for the boatman, or for the tole.
for every time you've lied and stole.
A loan from a shark,
a loss of a soul.
Death is no longer in your control.
Death is no longer in your control.
A shovel's smile, a buried hole.
Death is no longer in your control.
Death is no longer in your control.
A frown at my feet each time we meet.
And I stare at your name on a granite sheet.
I wish I had the strength to move the hands back.
But the dead they tend to stack and stack.
Now all's left is a naked soul.
Death is no longer in your control.
I'd leave a flower if it didn't welt.
And talk about how we once felt.
I'd sing your name if it wasn't a waste of breath.
And gather your remains if there's any left.
I turned a diamond back into coal.
Your death to me is beyond your control.
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Supermonarchy
03:10
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Like Real People Do
03:36
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I had a thought, dear
However scary
About that night
The bugs and the dirt
Why were you digging?
What did you bury?
Before those hands pulled
me from the Earth
I will not ask you
Where you came from
I will not ask, and
Neither should you
Honey, just put your
sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss
Like Real People Do
I knew that look, dear
Eyes always seeking
Was there in someone
That dug long ago
So, I will not ask you
Why you were weeping
In some sad way
I already know
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Strange Red Witch
00:33
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Predator
02:30
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There he rides,
Drawn by falling leaves
Too fast to recognize
His horse's hair straight and dry
Burning orange
Autumn leaves,
Eyes perk up
Passing a broken homestead
Tiles falling from the roof
Door half off its hinges
Broken window frames create
An image of relieving despair
The floorboards creak
This evening's silence
An eerie regression
In the man's mind and spirit
Igniting his primal instincts
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Imitation Guestlist
01:55
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A matter of course, Jefferson, drive
I thought I'd left you behind
They crowded up to Lenin with their noses worn off
This is where they walked, this is where they swam
Give me a couple, don't give me a couple of pointers
Inside the mortal kiosk of your soul
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in place
throw your trolls out the door
But something better will happen soon
Decide: defy the media way too fast
Happy throngs, take this joy wherever you go
We never wrote the reasons that I tried to explain
Find a place that's fit to laugh
Going where nobody says hello
Let's begin again, begin the begin
The amber waves of grain again
the compass points the workers home
Have been misunderstood, have been misunderstood
Letters to be signed, ransom, greed
To try and hold it up, try and hold it up
Give me a couple, don't give me a couple of pointers
Inside the mortal kiosk of your soul
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in place
throw your trolls out the door
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Sawdust
02:25
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i don't wanna waste time
i don't wanna leave yet
i don't wanna keep dreaming
about what we could be
i don't wanna wake up
i wanna be with you when the sun rises
i don't listen when
you say you have to go
i waited in the rain
baby, i've waited long enough
let's stop wasting time
let's take a leap of faith
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Valentine's Day
07:15
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Emerald/Diamond
02:24
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Winter brings the storm inside yourself.
Summer shines the alchemist's gold of wealth.
Watch you tremble like babel, crumbling health.
I will go all nine.
I'll sip the emerald chalice of wine.
I'm doing fine.
Fine without your cloud as my wings.
Seeing what the depths of the ocean may bring.
My father built my wings, not you.
And I won't leave my home for a Jew.
I will go all nine.
I'll sip the emerald chalice of wine.
I'd rather be crucified than die with these whores.
Even though I loved you more.
The wax starts to stick to my skin.
My bones grow weak, my body is thin.
But I'm doing just fine.
Still gonna fight all nine.
Chipping my teeth on a chalice of wine.
Turning rocks into bread won't give you water to make your bed.
I'd rather transform my gold into lead.
And feel the blows as they come to my head.
I'll be fine
Bells sound, all nine.
Drowning in this emerald chalice of wine.
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Mortal Bicycle San Diego, California
New album released every month. Check your Tuesdays. Experimentation of noise.
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