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Antechamber
03:22
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So I came down, down to the city I said I'd never love,
from an airplane in the sky way above,
two years ago I would say "I'm just the fine the way I am".
Now the sun's out, and my wife's lookin' pretty as she dances about,
How weird it rolls off the tongue to spurt that sentence out.
There's a piece of the sky on my ring finger until I die.
And the antechamber's filling up with hope.
And the kingdom is on fire with our love.
Maybe it's just screams from astral orbiter
at 2:30 in the morning in Futureworld.
So I'd jot down all those silly old ideas I thought were so profound.
They turned out to be nothing more than dirt mounds
In some landfill on the left side of my brain, never seen again.
But there are a few things, I'm sure I made the right choice about in older days,
from writing notes to you to singing in a crawl space.
And those old songs may be outdated, but their meaning never changes/goes away.
And the antechamber's filling up with hope.
And the kingdom is on fire with our love.
Maybe it's laughter from the hammock
when we spun right over, sand filled up your nose.
It was just a taste, of how we'll live our lives
We're given a window cracked open for a house fly.
It was just a taste, of how we'll have to say good-bye,
And be selfish just this once, and head off into the blue sky.
(And the antechamber's filling up with hope.
And the kingdom is on fire with our love.)
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2. |
Patriarch Ponds
04:05
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Things will be much better in the end
Things were so much better when they began
Why can't we just be happy?
Can't tell if we're in a rut or on a peak.
Accolades and trophies of this life,
Do we win anything?
We took some time off to see how it felt
A world without its hustle is a hell
We spat at all the ivy and the green
We sat and pondered what it all could mean
Why do we work endlessly?
No time for a dream, for our minds to sleep.
The bills pile up, and our thoughts take the back seat
Do we win anything?
Say what you will, I don't care that much at all
Take what you will, I know I'd do the same.
I don't know when the world stopped being a pallete for my creations
I don't know when this sound stopped playing a part in my soul.
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3. |
Sheepshead (2043)
02:56
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Countries are made up of states
which are made up of towns
which are made up of streets
which are made up by people
like you and me, people like you and me.
The earth it is made up of countries at war,
and little boys and little girls so hungry and poor.
cause dinosaur bones somewhere under our feet have melted to gold
and it's lining the streets.
tv screens lay a curtain in front of our eyes,
make the bad seem so much worse
and the good seem just 'alright',
but we're starting to peel back dead skin now to see
that everything we know ain't as simple as it seems
and the haze of yesterday's just a smile in your sleep,
when the government was good and your prayers weren't weak,
when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt,
and repeat VHS tapes were gospel and liturgy
Countries are made up of states
which are made up of towns
which are made up of streets
which are made up by people
like you and me, people like you and me.
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4. |
A Day in the Sun
03:58
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And if it's all wrong to see the memories of our dreams
then I won't choose to be part of this charade.
Now, I don't know just why we love, and then we die,
But somehow I knew that you'd understand.
And now I don't know just how the river's overflowed
when there's not been rain for twenty-seven days,
And I don't know if you could even grasp that pain,
but I know I am not the same.
For two long years we fought the good fight,
the long nights with tears on the back deck breaking down.
Now we've finally found ourselves on some solid ground, solid ground.
Just in time for the walls to fall back out.
And is it so wrong to think that we all deserve the chance
To breathe, to live, to think,
To love and to romance.
"I'm sorry son, we don't accept that medical plan.
Go get a job if you can bear to stand".
For two long years we fought the good fight,
the long nights, the tears on the back deck breaking down.
Now we've finally found ourselves on some solid ground, solid ground.
Just in time for the walls to fall back out.
Four long years we sat on curbsides in exile
while the sheep and the shephards laid back down
Now we've finally found ourselves on some solid ground, solid ground.
Just in time for the walls to fall back out.
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5. |
Stalk
05:20
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Take one for the road
Take one for the team
We stalk, we're lions in the creek.
Lions in the creek.
Take one for the town,
Take one on the knee,
When everything you love is nothing but a dream.
Take another round
Back to the good old boys who'll let you down.
Not easy, not easy.
We'll crucify them now,
String em up for not believing in the things that we believe in.
How can you grow up now,
in a wolf's den of regression and secession from the things we should progress in?
Go flaunt yourself around.
Open that umbrella in the house of God.
Let the walls fall, the rain in.
Rain on down,
Sing the vespers, chant the same old sounds,
Two thousand years.. why go and change it now?
The first few months are hard,
So fill us up with doubt and break our hearts.
Cast you out with sin and shame and want,
all in the name of God we grow, we grow.
In the name of God we reap and sow.
In the name of God, we take, you owe.
Everything you make, we take, you owe.
Take one for the road
Take one for the team
We stalk, we're lions in the creek.
Lions in the creek.
Take one for the town,
Take one on the knee,
When everything you love is nothing but a dream.
I fear for you love.
The world you're about to meet is so unclean, and so ugly and obscene.
We'll try our very best to sort out all the rest,
The ghouls, the goblins, and the sand man from your dreams.
Oh..
How we'd build ourselves four walls with no doors?
How do we tear it down without breaking up our home?
Now break yourself apart, down to skin, cells, and bones.
Down to blood and parts.
Back to the start, rearrange your thoughts.
Redesign your heart, and don't go fucking up.
Cause any scratch that you make, it goes deeper than you'll see,
Down to the root, down to the core.
It's what you'll always be.
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6. |
Under the Skin
03:15
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Under the skin, there's nothing you wouldn't do
How to begin when I know it's lost on you?
And I'd tear the radio-waves out,
Rip the cells from TV screens and stamp them out
Burn those magazines that fuel your self doubt,
and I'd just love you.
Under your skin, I bet you think that's where I am,
when you say I'm fueling bad behavior,
while I'm telling like it is.
No you can't go on this way,
Hating yourself each morning, each night, each day,
Telling everyone you give a nod and wave,
"How are you? I'm fine.."
If there was an easy way out,
we'd all be gone by now.
I'd settle my debts with the devil, but I'd still love you.
Under my skin, do you really think I have the strength
to go and show my creations without you in my ring?
I'd stumble all these lines I'm spitting now,
the crowd would balk and I'd crack as the lights burnt out.
Somewhere in the back somebody'd shout
"No one loves you, you fraud!"
If there was an easy way out,
we'd all be gone by now.
I'd settle my debts with the devil, and I would love you.
Get your head on out of that shell
what we've got, it ain't whistles and bells.
From a glint in your eye ten years ago to this paradise now
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7. |
Ashland
03:10
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It all started with a match, or a lit cigarette.
A frame shop up in flames,
what a coincidence.
On the first of the month, it's time to cut those checks.
No matter what happens, it lies in the past.
And we progress.
Hey you, on some lonely afternoon
Did you dream you would end up here?
Threw away the old home,
and the old dream with it too.
For something new.
It started with an itch that begged to be scratched,
a memory of metropolis maps.
The thrill of this life's never knowing what comes next,
but still we try, we pry and inspect.
And we defect.
Hey you, on some sunny avenue,
Did you dream you would end up here?
Threw away the old home,
and the old dream with it too.
For something new.
Hey you, on some stormy afternoon
Did you dream you would be right here?
Society just a mile away,
Iron city's open gates,
Don't be afraid.
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It came on like a drug,
A sudden urge to live forever.
Clear eyes, clearer head,
And a crib where the chaos had been,
And now, so peaceful.
Before the war breaks out.
Oh, now time is marching on
but we sing the same old songs
aware, of the ever-graying hair
upon my head, my faulty eyes and ears
The songs I'm hearing now
Saying "We'll stay young forever"
But that ain't true, not me and you
and there's nothing more pathetic
Than the ones who never leave
The same old bars on the same old streets
Oh, now time is marching on
but we sing the same old songs
aware, of the ever-graying hair
upon our heads, our faulty eyes and ears
our faulty hearts and deepest fears
All of it's new,
What the hell do I do when the time comes to be a man?
Provide you with food, and medical too,
Try not to dim your world view
All of it's new,
What the hell do I do when the time comes to have a plan
I'll provide you the tools, the love, not abuse
I'll try not to mess you up too bad.
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9. |
Tightrope Silence
02:58
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Have I met the men and women who will watch me die?
Will I be proud of my life?
Will my children arrive before I go,
Or will I never know that love?
Not a birthright, no. Not sentimental.
It's something rising up.
I judged a book by it's cover,
Though I know it's not right to do.
Judged a God by it's followers,
with their sins and soft hearts to boot.
On a tightrope between two lives,
and it's swaying from side to side.
Was I too stubborn? Plainly human.
Alone in my ways.
Was I your comfort or your burden?
A cretin, your sparrow or your sage?
Now I know, the one we know the least
stares back from faded puddle light
reflections from the deep
unsuspecting, unfamiliar, unadjusted, off-kilter.
And all that's left is silence.
It's all that's left.
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