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See Sights Smell Smells
02:42
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Gold leaf floating slowly above the wet street
Lift this grey off of me and take
me with you
Wherever you are going I know there's color
And I was meant of a place where souls are warmer
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2. |
Keep This Be the Way
03:32
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New darn
The interweaving stitch we stuck be strong
Be worn
Thread together forever
Keep this be the way
Grip hand rip with all your might
Our muscle memory can muster up a fight
Selvedge
Self finished raw edge
Our hooks and eyes are time tested
Face to face to face
Aged into a new language
Our scars spell out the secret
Keep this be the way
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3. |
How Party Do You Hard?
02:37
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Shifting the weight too late too long
Squirreling our love away
Blister against the waning moon
Rub till the color fades
Feel on it's frey
Shifting the weight too late too long
Squirreling our love away
Blister against the waning moon
Rub till the color fades
Shifting the weight too late too long
Squirreling our love away
Blister against the waning moon
Feel on it's frey
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4. |
Tripping Up the Stairs
04:01
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Lurching forward, heaving ho
You buck and shudder any time the wind blows
Dredge them trenches, damn themz
cold
You ju
mp the rhythmic gash like it's morse code
Slosh on weathered drift sick stow
You glass jaw champion, making hay with gusto
Drag them knuckles, sank them stones
You great big fukr, dance on yer tippy toes
All
,
low is me
You can tell it’s wel
l
come
,
a home for real mis take
In a hell, a nice place, up, enjoy the stakes
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5. |
Big Louise
03:08
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She stands all alone
You can hear her hum softly
From her fire escape in the sky
She fills the bags beneath her eyes with the moonbeams
And cries because the world's passed her by
Didn't time sound sweet yesterday?
In a world filled with friends you lose your way
She's a haunted house
And her windows are broken
And the sad young man's gone away
Her bathrobe's torn
And tears smudge her lipstick
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Trash fire burn ban lifted all the way
Let's see how much you'll burn in a day
I'd bet my right arm and my right leg
You'll turn all that's sacred ashen grey
Turn off and parade
Gesture toward the entrance of the cave
Shift my lips and send me on my way
I'll keep on edging shadows pace
Promise me I'll end up catching shade
Turn off and parade
On the way
Race, know the cadence
Tame but don’t force it
Rot, heart still racing
Pace in it’s rarest form
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7. |
The Middle Half
01:10
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Shine a light, see the truth
With candlelight make it sooth.
Story’s over, sin the past
you bringing up the middle half.
A worded smith with bated breath
can’t you hear the way I left through.
You keeping right along
talking on
and on and on
and on and on and on and on…
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Mouth Thinker
04:13
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Set our sights off of the why, ride the gloomy glow.
Socked in tight, defused light fuels the lofty goal.
We just might dig through this night for all I know.
Keep in mind, our end in sight is the Gloonie's Goad!
All these true and tried souls stay bone dry.
Hang tough and keep tight.
We are home!
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9. |
Three Cheeks to the Wind
02:31
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Heart strings
Pull things
make
them sing
Have the knives out
We can cut through
What we think of things
While were swinging
from the noose of
our golden dreams
Drink to dry mouth
think
Creep to cry
now leave
If your dry eyes weep
You can stop
Now sleep
Heart things
Pull strings
Make them see
With the lights out
We can cut to
The meat of things
While we’re reaching
Through the dark for
Our real feelings
Pass the lies out
It’s a free throw
we need these things
While we’re preaching in the light of our broken screens
Drink to dry mouth
think.
Creep to cry
now leave.
If your dry eyes weep
Can you stop?
now sleep
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10. |
Guts for Brains
05:09
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Heart outstretched,
Full up
Long after breached capacity
Feel it grow
Pressing mesolow
Read the eyes
Sweat index is high
Caved onside, lured in
Caught up in lines deeply weaved
Watch it now orphan anvil cloud
You're way off shore chasing all the storms
The place where you were born
Far from your home
Strange winds at bay
Lightning leads the stray
Lash it away
Kicking and cursing and screaming
On a weird wired path of a circuit’s aftermath
(Chasing the storm
The place where you were born)
I’ll cast you away
Fold of patterns, torn up
Hold sway the way you cut with ease.
Guts bellow a thunderous FUK NO
I'll punch the core and make a break for the door
Nervous, sad, and sure
This storm is not my home
Waste wither grey
Maybe this day
I’ll cast you away
Kicking & cursing, & screaming on
a weird wired path
Of circuits after math
(Chasing the storm, the place where you were born)
I’ll cast you away
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