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E.W.T.E.E.
01:48
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Honey the Cat
03:54
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It was a dark and freezing morning
when from out of the snow came a woman
She muttered something and I could not hear her
And then in a moment she disappeared
I fill the air with the sound of my fury
Misplaced sacrosanct jaundiced and boring
And then the girl can’t remember how it ends
Her words become viral it’s hard to explain
Sydney Briar is Alive
Kill the word that’s killing you
If you want to survive
Just stop understanding and listen to me
Kill is blue, kills is wonderful
Kill is loving, kill is baby, kill is Monet’s Garden
Kill is a beautiful morning
Kill is everything that you ever wanted
Kill is Kiss
Repeat your mantra, speak truth to nonsense
Language is dangerous, non sequitur disease
Infected words are everywhere, even where they’re not yet
The things you say are entangling you
The gossip and the pet names and the inane small talk
Can’t stand the silence for another day
Always gotta have something to say
Sydney Briar is Alive
You kill the word that’s killing you
If you want to survive
Just stop understanding and listen to me
Kill is blue, kills is wonderful
Kill is loving, kill is baby, kill is Monet’s Garden
Kill is a beautiful morning
Kill is everything that you ever wanted
Kill is Kiss
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Heydays
02:56
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Pierce a hole in a microwave dinner, wish for explosions anyway
Turn on a tired tv show, it’s the first other human I’ve seen today
So these are the heydays
So these are the heydays
So these are the heydays that you hear so often about
Light streaming through a crack in the curtain
It’s 12:45, not the fun one
Grease on hair, unfocused stare
Living a life without flair
So these are the heydays
So these are the heydays
So these are the heydays that you hear so often about
I swear I was just resting my eyes for a minute
I swear I’ll do something good for someone today
I see the dust on my hat, moss on my soles
Lies come... I swear I’ll do more, serve soup for the poor
Wasting days away so often they’ve all turned to grey
What’s more to say?
I swear I was just resting my eyes for a minute
I swear I’ll do something good for someone today
I see the dust on my hat, moss on my soles
Lies come... I swear I’ll do more, serve soup for the poor
I swear I swear I swear I swear
I swear I swear I swear I swear
I swear I swear I swear I swear
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4. |
Beyond the Valley
02:42
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It almost starts with a bang!
Susan, Susan, I was in an absolute rage
Right before The Carrie Nation took the stage
She how she gives up her body
To the ritual, delicious
See how she gives up her body
To the ritual, delicious
This is my palace of pleasure and vice
Come on in, babe, I’ll show you round the dump
Everybody here’s available for a price
This is my happening
And it’s freaking me out
This is my happening
And it’s freaking me out
Deathly dry gin martini
Right after a shower
The last train to Shangri-La
Leaves within the hour
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5. |
Because I Could
03:49
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Don’t you wanna be able to say
“No matter how bad they get me,
At least they didn’t get me
As good as we got her”?
It’s no big deal, just trying to
Restore some dignity to our lives
How do you feel? Just watch your back
It’s no big deal, so what do you say?
Let’s hurt somebody
Let’s hurt somebody
Let’s hurt somebody
Let’s hurt somebody
Let’s hurt somebody
Let’s hurt them for real
They’re all just meat and gristle
And hatred, simmering
And you’re just bitter from choking
On my sour tongue
It’s a serpentine road that walk down
It’s no big deal, but now you’re shouting out
“I’m the good guy!” so tell me,
Now that you know: How does it feel?
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt them for real
For real
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt somebody
To hurt them for real
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6. |
Kicked
02:46
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Skeletons bleach in your arms
But look at how the flowers grow
Another footnote in a book that no one reads
Who has the time with all the attention your phone needs?
People get kicked and learn to like getting kicked
Fires get lit but don’t burn what you want
You gotta save hope
You got a lotta stale hopes
But you gotta save hope
Loadin up on beans and rice
If you had a good month get some spice
Another footnote in a book that no one reads
Who has the time with all the attention your phone needs?
People get kicked and learn to like getting kicked
Fires get lit but don’t burn what you want
You gotta save hope
You got a lotta stale hopes
But you gotta save hope
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7. |
No Escaping the Reaper
02:27
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We still got some pretty sharp teeth but we could be decomposing next week
I ain’t saying we should burn til we’re toast but maybe we could burn a little faster than most
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
Scratched pennies to line pockets never gets a person far enough from Jersey
I ain’t saying we should burn til we’re toast but maybe we could burn a little faster than most
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
Bright-eyed child, running towards a future painted with lies
Bright-eyed child, running towards a tunnel that’s a wall in disguise
If you don’t look down you could tread thin air for miles and miles
Heights and bile, bright-eyed smiles, and all the while…
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
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8. |
Oh! Silent Days
02:46
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He’s got the same face that you
Thought you knew
But with all these other differences
That come between the two
He’s very uneasy when others
Do it in his stead
There’s all these thoughts of autonomy
Rifling through his head
Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever)
Come Home (Not even trouble)
Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever)
Come Home (Not even trouble)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days
Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days
The Times cry for him because
They need a shooting star
But modesty forbids he take the
Praise getting us this far
If happiness is a negative state
Then he’s got us in the red
Known for silence but his words
Are what keep us moving ahead
Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever)
Come Home (Not even trouble)
Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever)
Come Home (Not even trouble)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days
Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days
Oh! Oh! (Nothing Is Forever)
Oh! Silent Days (Not even trouble)
Oh! Oh! (Nothing Is Forever)
Oh! Silent Days (Not even trouble)
Oh! Silent Days
Oh! Silent Days
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9. |
The Eighth Day
02:47
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Vincent, you belong to a new underclass
No longer determined by skin or social status
They’ve siphoned the gene pool to filter out defiance
Everything’s so simple when discrimination is science
As good as any and better than most
For a nominal fee
You’ll become me
They don’t care where you’re from
Just how you came out
As good as any and better than most
Vincent, you can have my life, you can have my body
You can have my name, if I can have your dream
There’s no genetic code that determines fate
If God made it crooked, who are you to make it straight?
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Exotica
04:48
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Something’s wrong, I don’t have all the answers
To the questions of my little girl
She goes up to him, I love the way she dances
Like they’re the only two that matter in the world
I don’t know what it is that makes her seem fragile
She’s the only source of strength left in me
It goes to show you that, just cause they’re exotic
Doesn’t mean they don’t endure extremes
Touch her, why don’t you touch her?
I say she’s into it, just a little bit
We don’t all have the luxury
Of deciding what we’ll do for eternity
You think you’re bad, baby? Well, you’re bad
From the darkside of the two-way glass I
Wonder what it is you talk about
Cause everybody’s got something deep inside them
Just need to find a way to let it out
She don’t belong to him, nobody can control her
I need to let him know she’s not his
So please remember we’re only a dream away
Wherever that is
You know it soothed me watching her soothe you
But after all this time I’m fed up, I’m through, so
Touch her, why don’t you touch her
I say she’s into it, just a little bit
You think you’re bad, baby? Well, you’re bad
You know I found her, your little girl that got killed
Out in the tall, tall grass and it haunts me still
Hard to believe there was a time where it was true
That we were just fucked up on late nights and bad food
We don’t all have the luxury
Of deciding what we’ll do for eternity
You think you’re bad, baby?
Well, you’re bad.
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