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Quiet Storm
02:07
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There is no past
There is no future
Now I'm free to live, at last
No more courage at my fingertips
Sit and wait for the nothingness
All aboard, your fate is departing
Last train ever, it's now or never
Rain of fireworks above the lake
Familiar skies of a native place
Revel in the summer aftertaste
My final act was to disintegrate
There is no past
The future has been cast
Now I'm free to live, at last
Search for truth in a coffee cup
But inspiration is an idle drug
A quiet storm is raging in my mind
Hurricane of my own design
I crackled like a radio wave
Remote status in a western state
Listen closely:
Some horsemen are calling
Lay back, the night sky is falling
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2. |
PTA
01:54
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Don't worry baby, it's nigh.
The end of our time, the brush on your thigh.
The feeling of toiling and loving only to watch it all die.
I'm a long time in coming along for one hell of a ride.
We took planes. We took trains. We took automobiles.
And it was still just me looking at you when we stopped
spinning the wheels. Dusty and lonesome and craving
a glance that starts in your heart then shoots into your pants.
So, what did we do about it?
The same thing that everyone does
Cancel the contract you had with your soul
And cut out the love
Cuz if you're fighting yourself,
Then no one is fighting for you
Baby, that's how I like it.
I wanna be down there with you.
We took planes. We took trains. We took automobiles.
And it was still just me looking at you
When we stopped spinning the wheels.
Dusty and lonesome and craving a glance
Remember? We used to hold hands.
Now, I just go out alone when I need to dance.
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3. |
Belly of the Whale
01:59
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If I wasn't just' one kid standing on another kid's
shoulders in a trench coat you'd be in trouble buddy.
If I was an innertube rolling down the quad city river
in the Summer I'd be hauling something tubby.
To the coast where the bones peek up like the ship ribs,
I played hide and seek with the bleach-boned kids.
They asked who I was and so I ran and hid.
In the belly of the whale with a candle and a pen
And it's my lucky day when the tide rolls in
New ribcages of the dead young men
Mandibles and bows and sterns
Captains that it seems ain't never gonna learn
I gotta go back I don't care if it was killing me
I gotta go back you're unbearable like this
I gotta go back cuz goddamnit, you're right
I didn't wanna wake up in this place tonight
Now all I hear is bitching and moaning
Fools barely keeping up with where they're come-and-going
This tired argument is the only one you've ever known
I'm gonna get going my path is a-showin
It's a long way home
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4. |
Dead Man's Coat
02:49
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Woke up in foreign skin on a frozen continent
I am a stranger in a dead man's coat
Do you remember when we chased down
our ghosts and then... exposed their faces to the world?
No form, no color
I was dead in the water
When they blew my cover
I dreamed of sons and daughters
I drank expired dreams, static on hotel TVs
The toxic air of our anxiety
Read the last of my tea leaves, zodiac geography
Nothing is what nothing seems
Change is all we have
Unknown road ahead
Wrapped in a dead man's coat
The future slips through my hands
No form, no color
I was dead in the water
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5. |
Pigeons and Spies
02:31
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You are the pigeon, I am the spy
All we have in common is that we're both high
Watching the bald spots and bonnets
Walk by down below
You are the dinosaur, I am the ground
That shook to knock all you mo'fuckers out
All we have in common is one brutal sound
Watching Pteranodons falling all around
I'm tired, you're tired, too
I wanna make some big changes,
But I'm not in the mood
I'm dying, you're dying, too
All we've got in common is
I'm out here killing for two
You are the bombers, I am the moms
Not sure where the next tragedy falls
All we have in common is that when they die
We both feel it inside
You are the locker room, I am the queer
Keenly aware you don't like that I'm here
All we have in common is that we hate me
All we have in common is that we'll both be
Angry and old and some day we'll die
Someday we'll start drinking at 8:45
Take me to the bathroom when I start to cry
Cover my mouth and then cover my eyes
Cover my soul, girl, it's already died
I never had nothing inside
In this case, I am the me and you are the you
All we have in common is we're out here
Sweating out booze
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6. |
Last, Last Words
02:51
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Dead sleep, flash of lightning in our heads
Out to sea, no way we're ever coming back
These are my last, last words
No one will ever read
Nameless stars fall down on me
Traffic builds, rush hour in my blood
Everyone's a phony, it's a bullshit game that I have lost
But I'm a lucky son, alive with bated breath
Tick box forty-one in a hunters cap
Hang me in the halls of obscurity
Behind the velvet ropes in a distant gallery
Save a place for me
When all is said and done
Dressed to kill for oblivion
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7. |
(The) Demon
01:53
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I can't justify any of this
I am lonely and collared and pissed
I am a rat in a cage
I am a demon filled up
With hubris and bullshit and shame
I am drunk
I am ugly
I am worse than you think that I am
You could be my savior baby, but baby,
I don't give a damn
I am the dying, I am the plague
I am the sum of this mess I have made
I am the garbage can, I am the trash
I am this cautionary tale you can have
I came into this shit all alone
I'll rock that same program when it's time to go
I am the demon
I am the hell
Get the fuck out of here, fend for yourself
But know...
I am the demon
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8. |
Ghostwriter
02:40
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I drove the highways of a skeleton coast
Salt and sea, tapped mysteries into the keys
I wrote an opus of distorted truths
A symphony to crashing waves of victory
I am a ghostwriter
Pretend I am forever young
I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come
Tamerlane, my poor soul in a last refrain
An endless storm rattles on my windowpane
Creaking floors, lost voices of a thousand wars
The fire roars
How long can we sing the same old tired songs?
How long can we tread water?
The shore is only getting smaller
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9. |
How To Rot
01:45
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Theoretically, Fidel was right, boy,
You are not a resistor
He pumps regular, but leads with his right
And you are not a resistor
I don't care about love or games
I'm burning entropic social thread flames
You are not...
This hell is already so hot
The bodies have lined up to rot
You'll never be revolution, revolution don't give a fuck
Kill the cancer
Install another cancer that you think is good enough
So look at the sails,
The mightiest vessel is no match for the whales
And still we push on to the Leviathan song
And still we sing
You think it be R but it be the C
And Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be. I am not....
I am not nearly as good as the shit that I got
I'll walk backwards straight into hell
And show you fucks all how to rot
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10. |
Under Paris
02:52
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I lost you in the smoke
The world choked on fire
I wrote your name
On every crumbling city wall
I traced my life in crude designs
I dreamed of you one million times
Tallied the days against my skin
Watch it burn
Disappear,
There's nothing left for me here
Changed my name
I cut my hair
We are wolves
Chase the same light of the moon
Distance is the hours between
I'm losing time to every beat
Anything is possible, but not for us
Fate is a like a metronome
A perfect strike– eternal drone
One degree of separation,
Plus three to annihilation
I'll be singing your name
to a broken melody, under Paris
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11. |
Goblin Foxhunt
02:11
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All you fucking goblins had better watch out
Once I calm down a bit it's over for you
All the kids in cages are starting to shout
But nothing is shocking when nothing is new
I dream of the days in the hell that we paved
Picking fire like flowers on the path that we made
Burnt fingertips and the heat of your thighs
Rolling in hell sweating out the night
You look like an angel covered in blood
I sound like a dipshit 90's emocore thug
But I'll do anything to be what you wanna see
Wild dogs and orange and snow and disease
We can never get out we can never go back
So it's a good thing that I don't want that
Someday, I'll be funny again
Today I don't just want to be friends
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12. |
Lose Control
02:53
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Dear blackhole, will you read this?
I lost control at the wheel
I watched the oceans drown every city
From my penthouse suite, I leave the TV on
The sound of the chatter keeps me from getting lonely
All the kids are gone
I've been swimming in a pool of money
I'm rich like a dead king, they say
My name rings out on those pathetic streets
A hollow sound, a dead wind on the edge of town
I'll make them love me
Or I'll buy and sell their sorry souls
The oil is beautiful - it's flowing
I don't feel empty anymore
I live in cold blood, in a house with a thousand doors
When the boiler growls, a hundred tigers keep me warm
I'll live forever, charge days to my credit card
I own the future, and I own what's left of yours
Dear blackhole, can you hear me?
We lost control at the wheel
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13. |
Don't Look At Me
02:18
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This is a failed attempt.
Words crashing, bartenders and wimps
Gimping to bass-addled tunes
The runes say that I'm doomed
And I hope you are, too
The lonely descent won't be nothing
If you wrap your bones in mine
There's nothing to fear in this darkness
If I've got your light by my side
The river ain't too hard to cross
And I befriended the dogs
And I made it into the inferno just fine
I'm not trying to slow down the time
Don't look at me, baby
Look out at that shitty oceanside, maybe
There is nothing that could turn me off of you, but
I've got this date with the devil and you're coming, too
Just find a wrapping to cover my corpse, maybe
My life, my love and my lady is the sea
Don't look at me
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14. |
Coyote Crown
03:34
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Disappear in fog and rain
Abandoned words of yesterday
Arrested syntax of my youth
Cassettes were piled high on coffee table dreams of mine
I found my way here on a crooked line
Regrets - just cracks in my ribs
Paint your sunlight on my bones
Rewind. I was the hero of another time
Now, who am I? The writer of the storyline?
Walked the scars of history for firewood and gasoline
Erased my footprints in the moonlight
I sang a coyote song
I watched the fire burn higher and higher
I wear a coyote crown
I watch this world burn down
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