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Desolation
04:31
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Headlights catch the tail of a fox
driving the 1 on the cliff side
desolation hitches on the ride
thought you left that shit behind
The paradox of wandering between
you never arrive, you never really leave
thought Iʼd grown out of the fantasy
of looking for meaning in everything
Stopped then, had barely noticed
just how far weʼve come in such a short time
Happy, swept to motion
by the fondest breezes coming on down the line
Eventually the highway spits you out
youʼre left to face the routine of day
but my heartbeat without the beauty stops
head slips off to a haze
Stopped then, had barely noticed
just how far weʼve come in such a short time
happy, swept to motion
by the fondest breezes coming on down the line
a bed tonight seems like & bore
I know your kind
You need to sleep along the shore
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In The New Year
04:06
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Neither Side
03:20
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Leave sweat town
Go breath for the first time
Clouds feel new to the eyes
And comfort it seems,
Is best left for death beds
If comfort fogs your mind
This town was under water
Still nobody changed their mind
It could be I know less the more I know
I'm on neither side
The hippies all drunk
On harmony listen to just peaceful sounds
I have sympathy as well for the vandals
They make such pure work of lashing out
Our future under water
Still some wont see the light
Unlearning has been discovered by the wise
I guess that I'm no better
I know that I'm no better
I just watch it all blow
I know that I'm no better
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Call Of The Wild
04:06
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Age one hundred and three
I believe I will see
and the call of the wild
will remember where I hide
The further I stray
The further I dig
It's nota so far away, the day,
when the suns too bright
Age eighty five
Is when I believe I'll arrive
at my peak, at my zen
still the stories to begin...
The further I stray
The less I wanna dig
It's not so far away, the day
when the suns too bright
All the vapors are swept up to atmosphere
Love is the ground and my feet keep trying to touch down
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Seasons Of Love
05:36
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I hear some become aroused right before they die
I hear the constellations fall slowly to your eyes
You came right out of the abyss and gave me this
a bit of lovin for the seasons that i missed
Springtime is the tendril, the penetration
Winter is the duty, summer is the cum
Autumn bleeds and I think I taste the blood
thats the season, the season of love
Well I heard it might get tough
What season is it, in the seasons of love?
I hear some will see the answer right before they die
and when they see the answer they never look surprised
a bit too close to the road I saw a dove
all alone late in the season of love
Well i've known some to give up
What season is it, in the seasons of love?
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Perfect Night
04:46
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Blood Drum
06:20
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Their gonna find out just who you killed
And send you up to meet the gods
God is to the weak man, just a stronger will
To take what god says he cannot
Tough guys they seem to live the loneliest of lives
Then die all wound up and tied
How can you trust someone who's never come undone?
My thread is bare, just give a tug
The blood drum beats so soft
Until yours and mine join up
You either hear the noise or you hear the song
better get low!
Protests, they say must keep clear the roads
Please stay on the grass while you explode
Bloods finally become an inconvenience
I almost feel like speaking up
But some like the peep show
And impassioned posts
Beer tastes so cold on my throat
We all have comforts that we wont let go
imagine the grip of those with the gold
But greed has no resolve
In the movies the villain gets caught
But in the real world, he just gets off
In every sense of the word
A suburban room in late afternoon
Thoughts of escaping your flesh
Escape through music, through love
Escape through sex
A memory of no significance
I go to work when I lay my head
I go to sleep but not to rest
My unconscious has so much to fix,
The waking life feels like an itch
The blood drum beats so soft
Until yours and mine they join up
You either hear the song or you hear the thud
Better get low!
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Underworld
04:14
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The house we live in, it might be sold
It might be sold in the summertime
Some gambler, he's buying up the block
flipping houses like he's flipping rocks
Will you find my name on a mortgage in this life?
Bless my crime, I walk through the underworld
I grab whats mine and sneak through the back door
cutting through the fields, I'm lookin for the hawk
beneath grey skies I join the dead mans walk
And the years, like rain, falling steady from the sky
Will you hold my hand till the summer comes to light?
Waiting on the summer
grass is getting high
never gonna freeze time
still, I'm gonna try
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Dream House
02:59
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Sister, wait for a sign. The curtain winds will remind
We are doomed to bloom but for now this town is fine
We still have time to start anew
Sister, will you delight to watch the little ones hide?
They are doomed to bloom but for now this house is fine
We still have time to start anew
To the moon
but not back
anxious love is
a heart attack
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10. |
Wide Awake
02:14
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