1. |
Buddy
02:25
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buddy
well you say you know me
but hell you don't know me
we met a long time ago
I ain't
the him who I was then
damn that fool child
I am a new man
buddy
you say I'm shit now
well I may be shit now
but I quite like how I turned out
buddy
you say I'm shit now
well I may be shit now
but I quite like how I turned out
buddy
if you wanna hate me
well come on and hate me
you ain't but half of a fly
hell, you--
you ain't worth the breath
it'd take to call you foe
so I'll call you buddy of mine
buddy
you say I'm shit now
well I may be shit now
but I quite like how I turned out
buddy
you say I'm shit now
well I may be shit now
but I quite like how I turned out
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2. |
Moonfall
01:44
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I have seen the moon, slow, rising
for days.
the face of her, supercilious --
that gaze.
want I, that orbital decay.
hope I, for the crush of her embrace.
need I, that gently hateful grace.
long I, for destruction by her embrace.
I have seen the moons slow fall
for years.
the face of her, smirking, knowing --
she nears.
want I, that nearmost lonesome place.
hope I, for the crush of her embrace.
need I, that gently hateful grace.
long I, for destruction by her embrace.
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3. |
Ants
02:52
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who's that knocking at my door?
i'm not yet ready for whatever.
come back later when i've had time
to prepare for feeling bad.
i'm sleeping on the floor face down and breathing in ants
i fell down just yesterday
it felt real good to feel pain fade, i
had forgotten how hurt rendered
a world too large and complicated
small enough to fit inside the pit of a stomach
what's that awful racket downstairs?
i can't think with all your screaming.
have you tried to just feel better?
i do every goddamn day
it's easy. :P
i fell down just yesterday
it felt real good to feel pain fade, i
had forgotten how hurt rendered
a world too large and complicated
small enough to fit inside the pit of a stomach
who's that knocking at my door?
i'm not yet ready for whatever.
come back later when i've had time
to prepare for feeling bad.
i'm sleeping on the floor face down and breathing in ants
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4. |
To The Fire
04:12
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Is it black outside?
Is it cold and dark?
Is the warmth all gone
to the hellest parts?
Is the moonlit ground
all cracked and dry?
Is the animal
prowling the night?
Hold me,
hold me tighter.
Pull me
to the fire.
Where have the warriors gone?
They left us here alone.
To arms; defend our own.
The beasts circle our home,
and yet we carry on;
feet firm upon the stone
A snarl and whip of tail.
A flash of teeth and pale.
Unyielding claw and nail.
Though few and frail are we,
untrained and weak of knee,
this wrath shall be our plea.
Hold me,
hold me tighter.
Pull me
to the fire.
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5. |
Botched Attempt
01:39
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got myself in some trouble
there was a hitch in my plan
things was fine for a minute
then it all went to hell
who can you trust
when your mask turns to dust
but yourself?
and nobody else.
they're coming to get me.
getting got is bad for my health.
what can you make
when your walls start to break
but a stand?
and maybe several demands.
I'm too far gone for saving
but you can see if you can.
what can you do
when they tell you you're through
but defy?
and struggle on?
ah, but I'm tired.
think I'll rest 'til the morn.
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6. |
The King in Blue
04:08
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One day I was dead and didn't know it. I woke up.
Everybody 'round me talking bout how I had fucked up.
Picked myself up off the ground.
Then I turned around and saw me bleeding, bloody, blue.
Felt an icy claw upon my shoulder. I shuddered.
Dared not turn around to face the creature but it uttered:
"Now your time is come, dear boy,
so let us go. You know. We must be leaving: moving on."
And I felt his pull
I fell into
A vale so calm and cool.
Therein there ruled
A King in Blue
who said He knew.
He knew.
Upon my soul he peered,
re-living every year
and every act of spite and fear.
And all my hope was lost,
for all my sins had cost
the presence of a god.
They found me wanting!
One day it was night and then I realized; I left life.
Couldn't see the sun or stars if I even had tried:
Nothing but the lack of all,
til mournful wailing note arose but oh-- that voice is mine.
Felt the absoluteness of my gone-ness: [ ]
Couldn't help but become one with all that nothing.
He who left me here abandoned
in all this hollow and lonesome throatless, screaming, quiet--
I felt his pull.
I fell then, through--
until the dark consumed.
I felt a fool;
a fell and cruel
end to my tale,
so soon.
Upon my soul he peered,
reliving every year
and every act of spite and fear.
And all my hope was lost,
for all my sins had cost
the presence of a god.
They found me wanting!
For sin.
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7. |
Ruiner
02:44
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I
I hope to ruin you
and all who call you god
look at what you've wrought
guiltless
as a bucket of blood
ain't no angels holding
out for your soul
I wanna give you pain
I wanna give you hurt
I want to see you suffer
I want to watch you squirm
I wanna give you pain
I wanna give you hurt
I want to see you crumble
I want to watch you burn
and hearts will still
and blood will flow
and heads will roll
(give you pain, give you hurt)
(see you suffer, watch you squirm)
(give you pain, give you hurt)
(see you crumble, watch you burn)
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8. |
Got It All
04:04
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Who the hell are you
To tell me what is fair?
The rich don't know what's fair.
They only know what's theirs.
Who the hell are you
to tell me not to care
about them over there?
You say there ain't enough to spare --
'Cause you've got it all.
You've got it all figured out 'cause you've got it all.
You've got it all.
You've got it all figured out 'cause you've got it all,
and that's how you'd like to keep it.
Fear me:
I'm comin' for you clearly,
So you'd best be on your way before I catch your eye.
(Who the hell are you?)
Fearful:
We've been living in your shadow.
We're done living in the waste of your so-called success.
(Who the hell are you?)
'Cause you've got it all.
You've got it all figured out 'cause you've got it all.
You've got it all.
You've got it all figured out 'cause you've got it all,
and that's how you'd like to keep it.
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9. |
Salvage
02:53
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I am not a liar.
Well, I'm partially a liar.
But mostly I’m an honest man.
I am not done dyin',
though I have been busy lying
on the ground and loaning
vital red to sand.
So save me
if you need a one to save:
I'll be here with my arms a-wide
awaiting for your kind embrace.
Lathe me
from a stump to something fine,
if you should have a need to dine
from things of beauty unlike I.
Lovely
I'll be lovely, babe.
if you let me.
if you let me.
Lovely
I'll be lovely, maybe.
if you let me.
bloodlet me.
I am not a killer.
Well, I’ve vanquished many insects.
But mostly I'm a harmless man.
I am not done livin'.
feels I've barely started giving
but I'm halfway to goner.
Damn.
Have you seen the starlight?
It is beautiful and shining.
It has blinded me in contrast to the caves.
Never have I known a truth
so heavy as the tears that ooze
from troglodytic eyes exposed to day.
Something --
I'll be something fine,
if you hold me.
If you mold me.
Somehow,
I'll be something of value,
if you find me
and refine me.
So save me
if you need a one to save:
I'll be here with my arms held high
a-reaching for your outstretched hand
Lathe me
from a stump to something fine,
if you should have a need to dine
from things of beauty unlike I.
Lead me to the consequence
of kindness: I reluctantly
will follow and, begrudgingly,
I'll love.
I have not the confidence
of happy folk or leader-kind,
but I confess that I do know the pull.
I know the pull.
I know the sway.
I know the sway.
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10. |
Whereupon (The End)
04:02
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Clothed in all your well-worn hopes,
and armed with secrets you keep close.
Searchin' out the things you need the most,
'til finally you let 'em go, go, go.
You let them go,
whereupon you fall.
whereupon you fall.
whereupon you fall.
whereupon you fall.
you let 'em go (go, go)
and that is all.
Bathed in all your little lies:
a neverending string of sighs. (ahh)
Never knowing just which words apply
'til finally you get it right, right, right.
You get it right,
whereupon you cry.
whereupon you cry.
whereupon you cry.
whereupon you cry.
you get it right (right, right)
and that is fine.
...but only fine.
All my life
I wait a long,
long, long,
long long time
hoping something would happen.
and it never does.
I fear I may be alone
'til I turn to dust
All my days
I wait alone,
lone, lone,
lone in the shadows
hoping you'd see me
but you never do
I fear I may be alone
'til the end of you,
you, you, you.
I fear I may be alone
'til the end of you.
you, you, you.
I fear I may be alone
til the end--
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11. |
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Baby mine,
where has gone the time?
Is it already noon in year 3002?
I'm running late for life,
and my power fantasies
of being healthy and stable and free.
Let's roll back to grave,
pull the curtains on the day,
and hope tomorrow'll get well on its own.
I'm running late for life,
and my power fantasies
of being healthy and stable and free.
I know I'm wrong,
and you're right,
but it all feels such a lie
when you try and you try and you try
and still the wheel that you run
is an ill-concieved deathtrap.
I think I'm lost,
and you're like;
"How did you ever last this long
when you tried and you tried and you tried,
but your centuries of effort
have availed no lasting change?"
Baby mine,
where has gone the time?
Is it already noon in year 3002?
I'm running late for life,
and my power fantasies
of being healthy and stable and free.
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