1. |
Winston
00:15
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2. |
Bloom
03:42
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Simple pleasures fall behind
Start the day united, all play
Pall on display, the woman fleets his mind
The oceans are divided, that way
Make way, our waves will turn
Your ships – collide, in Greek fire burn
Until our own candle flame hits the spray
Always
They were former
Give away
No chance settlement
She makes her play
And all this turning ticking time
Your lie to be discarded, clean slate
And all the waters stretching wide
Will no more be regarded, that's fate
Take heed, the Sun is low
Pure greed, if you wanted more, or if you staked a claim
Until our candle finds a flame
We've got our silly selves to blame
Always
They were former
Give away
No chance settlement
She makes her play
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3. |
No Man's Land
01:29
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Rest – be yourself again
Give up all the spin
Promise to begin again
Take all these things to heart
Forgive them at the start
Emerge from your chrysalis
And all the remnants shine
The natives wait in line
The buy-in is all in – minimum
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4. |
Landlord
03:21
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Come on along, without you or with, they say
Some of the things you bring will be left to stay
These passion marks
Gamma rays through prison walls
What is your thing, young man, with authority?
Can't you just get in line? Let the little ones see?
I've seen some things, compelled me to change my mind
One is this love of greed going on all time
'Cause you're my rock and you're my soul
But no on knows what it is anymore
Yeah I don't know what it is anymore
Ripple tide, we've arrived, wave break, they say
Give up a lot, a touch, then we bring you back pay
Wincing windows shutter
All the paths lost
'Cause you're my rock and you're my soul
But no on knows what it is anymore
Yeah I don't know what it is anymore
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5. |
Turning Tide
00:24
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6. |
Perpetuate
03:52
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Come on along, extremist leads with fear
These things they bring you gave every right to appear
Insurgency becomes screen attack
And this urgency won't bring it back
All the lambs will flock and line the road
Waiting for the wolf to bite
Little drops that fall in no man's land
Dry up in the dead of night
All these strange things giving me feelings
I guess it's best to mind my own
And walk away until the band snaps
And watch, this time, escape the traps
Bound and bold, the little makes the great
And all this time is just thin ice to skate
Bound and bold, the little makes the great
And all this time is just thin ice to skate
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7. |
Test Batch
02:35
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Rest...war weary dread
Take your dose at home
Waiter cannibal
Fattens up the land
And I will stand
And they will call
For each the prize is all
And we'll rise up
Form a groundswell
Cue the watchers
To deliver us from hell
Make things turn out right
Make them bring the bread is what the dying king had said
To all the porters and the butlers in his final hours
They didn't understand that simple pleasures made the man
And he's no godhead
Be careful who you wish to bring along
With your simple siren song
Because they walk along beside you
To have a clear shot at your back
And we're back
Listen test batch
Throw it in the back
Give it all we got
Just for a little bit
An exception
Read the mission
To the cannon, load
Watch that bubble explode
Watch that bubble explode
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8. |
BANG!
02:19
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They will come along
They will find a way
Riddles from Amun
Or Ra, just take them away
Little white lies, Paul
Corporate spirit, balls
Sacrificing pawns
Always a fake to take the place
No one's selling songs
Will they come along?
Will they find a way?
Or stay – locked in the cellar
We don't want your little bit
The crumbs we're fed
The man is dead
We don't give a tiny shit
Won't take the hit
The bait you waste!
Born to be forlorn
Sold before the shake
Nowhere left to hide
The shade, just take it away
We don't want your little bit
The crumbs we're fed
The man is dead
We don't give a tiny shit
Won't take the hit
The bait you waste!
We don't want your little bit
The crumbs we're fed
The man is dead
We don't give one tiny shit
Won't take the hit
The bait you waste!
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9. |
The Holy Bewildered
00:38
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10. |
Oneyeman
02:05
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They said darkness for the blind
No one wanted to keep them in line
Tested all these waters
A rhythm to rhyme
They don't want to give up all they got
No one wanted to give up their bit of the lot
If you really want to give up all you got
Forget the lens, redefine, address, and start again
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11. |
Made to Last
03:41
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Late days melt away
Paid in tastes of grace
All the chips you hold
Won't let up, can't wait to fold
Grateful related heart
Begin and end, can't wait to start
All you comfort my soul
Won't let up, cracked pieces made whole
Can't a love be made to last?
All in all betray the past?
In the worst of ways the silence breaks the heart
In the worst of ways the silence breaks the heart
Can't a love be made to last?
All in all betray the past?
In the worst of ways the silence breaks the heart
In the worst of ways the silence breaks the heart
In the worst of ways the silence breaks the heart
In the worst of ways the silence breaks the heart
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12. |
Visuals
02:23
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So you had to get big time, all over the place
So you had to get married to the mask on your face
So you had to get around this, little lamb
But you can't just give up all, it's all a scam
So you had to have a hard time gearing up fate
So you had to crowd a helping, overflowing the plate
So you get it and you go on, the part you place
Or you wash the crusted makeup off your face
Now you stand in the doorway, through the keyhole
See mediums rising, crawling over the walls
And you wanna get wasted, just forget it all
But you pick up your head, answer honest the call
But you pick up, forge ahead, answer honest the call
'Cause you can't just give up all, it's all a scam
No you can't just give up all, it's all a scam
'Cause you can't just give up all, it's all a scam
No you can't just give up all, it's all a scam
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13. |
Day Our Lady Burned
00:29
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14. |
Roused
02:31
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I saw your face
It was all in place
Not a trace left of the fall
As I swore my all
For you I would crawl
You'd stand and raise me tall
It must be my imagination
It must be my imagination
This sweet caress, forever tenderness
Together once and for all
Roused from a dream
Back in my life you stream
Like water patient, true
Blind to my impatient fool
With a look, that's all it took
I slave for you like a mule
But it was my imagination
It must have been imagination
For all you gave, none left to save
Apart memories string on all brave
I look out from the stage
Empty but for some scattered rage
I wonder if it was all a dream
Can it be? Can it ever be?
It's all just my imagination
It must be my imagination
This sweet caress, long tenderness
I gave but you never called
It must be my imagination
It must be my imagination
There's no excuse
Was it all a ruse?
For my mind it's too real to lose
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15. |
Woebegone
03:15
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I ride this rail
In the worried rage
I wanna rate to get off
Break the lock outside the cage
Can't you just see that the world be gone?
Broke away
I run this trail
Ahead of prey
I give up all I can betray
For the date that lays in front of me
Tempting the tracks for the game alive
To be slain
Give up that candy road
Woe be gone
And a blame in place
I'll give a bat to get up
Take your place upon the plate
Can't you right see that the world be gone?
All away
Give up that palm tree shade
Walk away the pain
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16. |
Footsteps
01:10
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17. |
Big Dog Fight
02:18
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As in rights
As in sights
Big dog fight
Ask them if they wasted any time
Little bits
Little smites
Big dog fight
Ask Mr. Tacitus if that's all right
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Noah Gokey Buffalo, New York
Hand-made artisanal songs and poetry to soothe your aching soul.
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