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A Father, A Figure
06:09
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how can I take you serious
is it a matter of respect?
when can I make a joke of this?
I’ll avoid my problems instead
father please speak to me
show me now what is next
father please bleed for me
face their blade in my stead
I wish I was born without destiny
I don’t wear my divine purpose well
best regards I’ll see you there in hell
all these years have hardened you
and you dare not give me a smile
you are not that sweet young thing
and you have not been in a while
brother please make love with me
we are one in the eyes of a god
we are children of suffering
we deserve the things that we want
give it to me
I wish I was born without these systems
the kind that show me how to use your body
I know I was born into my freedom
change my mind and felt euphoria swell
oh lord
best regards I’ll see you there in hell
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2. |
Way Out West
05:28
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I’m going way out west
where the sun still shines
where there's something left
not yet starless and kneeling before the light
under tall dark skies
how handsome are you now?
going way out west
where there's something left to find
tall dark moon
see you soon
i'm going back to the source
And my carnivorous constitution
let life and love
and my violence flow through me
so take care for the earth
don’t forget your prescriptions, now
I'm going back inside, son
to stare at the cave’s reflection
tall dark moon
see you soon
i’m not the one who sees
i’m not the one who needs
take her to the shed and come back clean
i’m not the one who feels
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3. |
Nightcrawler
04:20
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nightcrawler
show me your hands
palms upwards, knuckles out
show me you’re clean this time around
‘cause I’ve seen this with you before
why don’t you prove it to me now?
midnight lover
grab your coat
the drive is long but we both know that
sliding doors greet you
the pale lights
the counter takes your cigarettes
and the strings from your sweatshirt
oh, who knows what we’ll hang ourselves with?
why don’t you prove it to me now?
oh, who knows how we’ll cry for help?
why don’t you prove it to me now?
oh, who knows what we’ll do to ourselves?
why don’t you prove it to me now?
oh, who knows how we’ll cry for help?
why don’t you do it?
when we crawl out of the darkness
in the devil’s coach
what does he take when there’s no more faith?
what does he take?
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4. |
Revolver
03:42
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does it send a shiver down your neck
when he’s making a motion like that?
the one where he’s waving with his hand
it’s a gesture that supports in his cruel act
the careless way the wind may blow
or the way a rotting carcass eats its flesh
I ain’t never known someone who can move like that
don’t grieve for the sun
don’t grieve now for the sun
if you wanna grieve
grieve for the revolving one
fingers tethered brings hope to your heart
that’s the promise of reasonable thought
but that ain’t never bountiful enough
‘cause his pleasure isn’t rooted in your mutual love
raise a temple to honor in your friends
or the ones who may have taught you how to forget
I ain’t never had any friend like that
don’t grieve for the sun
don’t grieve now for the sun
if you wanna grieve
grieve for the revolving one
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5. |
On Purpose
03:43
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poor reflection's been distorted to such ugly extremes
an obsession of proportions that have grown so unhealthy
but hey, what’s the purpose of your face
if you ain’t willing to embrace all the feelings it displays?
and hey, what’s the purpose of the mind
if it don’t work good in a bind
if you’re always in fight or flight?
stop and question what I’m thinking
can’t let my poor self be
introspection of the sort that disrupts all my routine
when I try and sort my problems I put it off til next week
in a moment I could solve them by softening my critique
and hey, what’s the purpose of your ear
if it won’t bend while I’m near
if I can’t get you to hear?
and hey, what’s the purpose of a smile
when it’s phony and unkind
when you’re never on my side?
and hey, what’s the purpose your face
if you ain’t willing to embrace
the lies it displays?
and hey, what’s the purpose of that smile
if it’s bullshit it’s unkind
and you’re never on my side?
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6. |
It Comes and It Goes
04:16
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it comes and it goes
so welcome home
acceptance is cruel,
but it never asks us to be
anything more than we are
so he came and he went
the clock strikes 10
in this sacred room
there’s a place for everything
and a seat at the table
a rosary strikes the wall
but makes no sound at all
the cudgel of every path
un-taken and unleashed
sitting alone by the fire of my mind
this place
that I’ve built
knows time after time
that I’ll return to him
and it’s armed to the teeth
stoking the furnaces
‘cause time after time
smoke over troubled water
never signals a retreat
it comes and it goes
I saw you at home
waiting on the stoop
praying your way back in after the war
even after everything
I’ll take a memory
headmaster makes his way to the door
slowly to the door
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7. |
Summer Spite
02:57
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in summer’s light a blossom starts to bloom
then shrivels up in the heat it once consumed
I cannot stand injunctions from above
some solar glare piercing through our new trust
authority finds ways of trickling in
as if a stance alone justifies fists
a flare, a beam of heat and steam protrudes
this nodule controls the things we do
I can barely talk about
days that I once lived through
when I know I won’t ever see
life through that lens again
it pains me now just to try
and look through my sullied eyes
so familiarized with suffering and awful news
when I was young they said not stare at the sun
some sacred source of light that can’t be trust
now in its way of looking down on us
I came to hate and resent all that it was
although its warmth provides us all with life
someday its flame will char our virgin sky
the sun will make its way down to the earth
and reap our flesh a harvest that it birthed
I can barely recognize
the feeling of a cool breeze
down my spine no shiver runs
so tired of the heat
I always knew that I was right
to question the intent of a light
we were born of summer spite
smoke is all we will breathe
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8. |
Inventing Authentic
04:18
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it was a weak and conciliatory wind
that blew my control straight from my hands
I didn’t take much convincing to dismay
perhaps my convictions are weak and born to stray
I’m dressing up now to signal my good will
the outfit’s as convincing as a billboard on a sill
but I don’t care if it’s genuine
as long as I keep you in my hands
sometimes I dream myself a hero in cartoons
I’m the architect of a character that’s half-baked and untrue
my leanings tend toward a spoiled silver spoon
but god won’t be lenient if my teeth are rotted through
maybe I should pick up some lost cause to call my own
put the wrappings on a charity or just fly west back home
soon I think my undoing will commence
people got a way of spotting a knife behind my back
but I don’t care if it’s genuine
as long as I’ve got money to pay my rent
I won’t mind cheating through my life
forget finding purpose
I will live to die
maybe I could live in such a way
I’m not so afraid of how the tides might sway
I don’t have the clairvoyance to pursue
an omnipresent goal that only serves to waste my youth
so I don’t care if it’s all genuine
if in fact someday it all ends
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9. |
Another Sad Song
04:37
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another sad song for the books
feels I just finished writing the last
if I get off of this ride in time
I might just enjoy myself before it comes off the tracks
4 AM, is it light yet?
I know I should go back to bed
but the ceiling is dull in the dark
the only way out is through my love
so I spent last week on my back
the only way out is through it now
so I spent it all slipping through the cracks
and the pen is down now, oh yeah?
just this once can it stay un-begun
seems to me that just this once
I can see through the beast and his blood
and the bottle’s long empty
I don’t feel any better, I’m not any worse
I am myself fitting and furnished
crashed and burned and eternal
so I spent last week standing still
the only way out is through it still
so I spent it all just to get my fill of this
it’s my life and I’ll waste it
falling through the cracks instead
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