1. |
Not Enough
04:03
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Tread on me carefully
I’ll shut down your streets
No rest for the wicked
No shade from my heat
I’ll shadow over everyone
Climb up the watershed
No time to run
We’re all undone
The smallest of all of us with sympathy for no one.
And she whispers…”how to get out of this mess?”
And she writes with angry letters;
I’ve. not. yet. begun. to. defile. myself.
And see flames flooding my head
More than you’ve heard
There’s just no reason
Not a kind word
More than you’ve asked for
Less than you deserve
There’s just one reason
It’s not enough.
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2. |
Supernatural
03:35
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a wind does flutter in
a wispy winter wing
too light, so big a breath
a way up high
a slicing gale comes in
a fearsome howl chiming
a blink, but nothing else
to show this thing
had left itself
Little sparrow
get
LOUD
Supernatural
whimpers, sighs, are never muttered
One of these things is not like the other
LOUD
Supernatural
a steadfast starling calls
a glitter lights her claws
her gaze
a frosty blaze
a fire within
thorny wind turn into tiger
all the fields a blistered bluster
ships that sail on painted wind
bring you fields alight
her fire within
This is a giantess
you hear it in her song.
Fallen Crest,
You’ll Find No Rest.
her song, her song, her song
LOUD
Supernatural.
whimpered sighs are never muttered
one of these things is not like the other
LOUD
Supernatural.
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3. |
The Ash
04:32
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I can unleash like a train,
roaring down a track.
You don’t want me in your face,
when i’ve knocked a couple back.
These days I‘m quiet,
you make me still.
My head fills up with words,
I bend to your will.
And you’re just there,
you’re just you.
A smile whose corners grew and grew and grew.
All in good time
A walking crawl to vine
From the moment that you wake
Deep breaths and solitary states
Here thunder, roar.
Here raindrops, hum.
My big old empty house
becomes a drum. (?)
It begs the question,
did you try enough.
Don’t bring me in from the cold,
the streetlights are warm enough.
You’re something…..better
Takes my breath away.
When I fall down like a fool,
All leaves turn gray.
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4. |
Thin Skin
02:56
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Storybook ending
All over these
The hardest shoulder
On bended knee
And it’s so winsome
Like, you never lose
Right there beside you
All read and all dressed in blue
Climb in your window
Give you a kiss
Old mother nightmare wants none of this cause,
she thinks I’m angry
And I’ve got THIN SKIN.
RUN.
I stare at your shelf
I see you thin
The biggest fool of all is the biggest of men.
And there’s no other,
That you’d rather shin.
The bandaid’s ripped off
The AIR is thin
He thinks I’m garbage,
And I’ve got THIN SKIN.
RUN
And what kind of friend (RUN)
I read through your notes,
I changed my shield,
I have one question:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE NOW
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5. |
End Of The World
05:42
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You speak as though it’s just one way
And no other
That they all follow what you say
One dream and the other
I just wanted to see you again
Just wanted to see you again
An ice haze, day after day,
Like a big, dark wrecking ball
Savage, sharp teeth on display
What she wills should stay
on a big, bad punching bag
Big, soft heart MORE than you’ve got
I just want him to see you again
Like a kid in a candy store seeing
The end of it all
In a big, bad caterwaul
Made by the beasts of the squall
It’s the call of us all
I just wanted to see you again
Drop falls on heroes around us all
I don’t know if it’s herenoworthen
I just wanted to see you again
No walls, no distance between us all
We don’t know if it’s herenoworthen
I’ll sit and wonder just where you’ll be
If i’m not here anymore
You prioritize casualties as your final shot
And we’re not here anymore
I just wanted to see you again
(bitten and stuck)
Drop falls on heroes around us all
(without a buck)
We don’t know if it’s herenoworthen.
(upside down, down on my luck)
This song is dedicated to Walter Hoeijmakres and Roadburn
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6. |
Silver Dollars
05:30
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“Say it’s alright��
Is all they heard,
A lion’s share of hope
behind the stairs.
When eyes go dark, we’ll sigh out loud
a traitor walks a mile to solid ground
A tiny brigade of
“What did you trade”
Hold on to your wings they’ll be taking their leave
The way that it is, not the way that it seems
now you’ve got
silver dollars
Looking both ways like you know
what it means
A Tag-A-Long nightmare that’s
FULLY OBSCENE
Hold on to your wings they’ll be
taking their leave
you’ve got
silver dollars
So sick, the way you run with it.
The moment’s passed,
It’s gathered all it’s things.
And..
Behind the lines of sight
A pioneer of sting,
A mousy little thing.
A tiny brigade of
“What did you trade”
Hold on to your wings they’ll be taking their leave
The way that it is, not the way that it seems
now you’ve got
silver dollars
Looking both ways like you know
what it means
A Tag-A-Long nightmare that’s
FULLY OBSCENE
Hold on to your wings they’ll be
taking their leave
you’ve got
silver dollars
She never lost out,
she pulled the silver dollars from her eyes,
He never walked out,
he pulled the silver dollars from his eyes.
For all they tame
The kill beyond the frame
She never lost her name
SHE NEVER LOST HER NAME.
Sounds like victory to erase
the million me’s
and flay it’s silver walls
and dive into the sea.
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7. |
Kids
02:48
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I know where you were
The brighter side of wrath
The arc of the rope
Comes down in a flash
Come to me
Come to me, is how it sounds.
But barely.
As living things that take
Privileges of space
The needle turns a trick and
All men it their place
Come to me
Come to me is how it sounds
But barely
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8. |
The Lighthouse
05:46
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Standing tall
On the edge of a sharp cliff
A lighthouse sees a woman
A trawler calls the mist
A siren sings a shattered
Love song to the lost
Let waves of shadows hide
Deaths of lifelong cost
(Just get down low,
and get here fast
I’m here and so,
You have a chance.
Just get down low
And get here fast,
the breath you breathe
might be your last.)
The hulls arise
And then they fall
The deep blue hands,
I see it all.
On blanket vast and blue
to brave the great divide
a storm is coming fast
the widowmaker’s bride.
Tempest made of ironside,
you head into the frey
the fists are white with wringing
and they brave the crushing waves
A smile to conquer fury and
Abandon all that stray
CAUSE SHE’LL MOW YOU DOWN LIKE A HURRICANE
AND YOU”LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.
Through the deep black blanket steers,
to silver lake of tears.
a lighthouse in new form is born,
a caustic bored of fear.
A smile to conquer fury
Abandoned all that stray
CAUSE SHE’LL MOW YOU DOWN LIKE A HURRICANE
AND YOU”LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.
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9. |
Blast
01:59
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On the beach they toddled
They wobbled on their toes
Everyone around was there by chance
I do suppose
They filed in one by one
Atremble in the Sun
To watch old father sympathy
Lay down his wooden gun
“I’m much too much a lady”
Cross my heart and hope to die
By noose or poison dagger
By needle in my eye, I…
I try, and try and try and try and try.
(kill.kill.Kill.Kill)
Their flippers turned to hands
Spread eagle on the sands
A-dangle at an angle
On the Isle of Waiting Man
An afternoon it wasn’t
She asked to have some more
And drank in broken glass
And stumbled to the door
I try and try and try and try and try.
(kill.kill.Kill.Kill)
(I try and try and try and try and try)
The sun turned it all gruesome
The crown a bed of lice
He ran across the desert
Shrieking once or twice
“I feel utterly hopeless,
I wish that I would die”
Well I do too,
So why don’t you
Give it another try.
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10. |
Seven Days
05:20
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There's just no man upstairs.
there’s no God or heaven.
speeding fins on silver waves,
flame defiant.
eyes cast up to thinning air,
see blankets made of stars,
not stairs.
hear wind that whispers in your ear,
you need no there up there. (M.A.)
you stayed up late to wait,
for keys to a lock you’ll never find.
Cracking plains give way to leaves,
and pyramids that sing songs to the sky.
For penance you receive,
the world’s most dangerous weapon.
Press your ear to solid ground,
to hear a voice thunder,
souls are sounds.
There’s just no man upstairs.
There’s no God or heaven.
You stayed up late to wait,
for keys to a lock you’ll never find.
So tired of the noises,
the cries of the voiceless that say,
I can’t.
There’s just no man upstairs.
There’s no God or heaven.
not at all.
Lay waste to seven days,
no grace in shackled slaves.
No king or monarch to obey,
collared fingers, children’s legs.
The shark flashes a shape that says
there’s just no man upstairs.
there’s no god or heaven.
at all.
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