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Harvest Swoon
05:14
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Nebo Mountain
03:45
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Sail for Corpus Christi (Lord I mss thee)
Jerome came home with a fake christmas tree
Jackie and Jane are wrestling in the rain,
I wonder if we'll ever see Ralph again.
Stayin' at the methheads front-lawn deathbed,
I can't believe I up and tagged along.
Lately every choice I make is wrong.
I can't tell if these are real demons
I swear I heard somebody screaming
Six Mile Road sways fast then slow
Fuckin' bradford pears camped up in my nose.
Kelly forgot a jacket, so he just shivers and talks shit.
I nod, they nod, we nod, by God.
I nod, they nod, we nod, by God.
Can't believe I up and tagged along.
Lately every choice I make is wrong.
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La Danse Macabre
04:46
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Under granite blue canopies in this theater of ash,
where doric columns smirk and ascend
There's an illusory silence that numbs all our heroes,
but for children it only begins.
Vainglorious prospects,
Emerald allure of fame,
pace the foaming, sweaty imps.
Like drawn drapes or slit blinds,
they suggest–seldom opine–
They are not needed, yet wanted all the same.
The hydra, the evil, the crux of all power.
The hydra, the evil, the crux of all power.
a king dethroned comprehends.
Immortal, ephemeral, each curt benign clue,
Immortal, ephemeral, each curt benign clue,
frames death like we think of old friends.
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Ships in the Night
02:58
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Tight Rope
04:34
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Red Tail Ranch
04:17
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We packed up our bags in one long day.
A room opened up, life's funny that way.
It's almost too much, I'm used to cares.
Like snooping landlords and roommates' glares.
The chickens got out. It took three days.
Each time they returned, George chased them away.
Our den's looking nice, I do declare.
Our life makes me puke, it's just too right and rare.
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What Can I Say
03:50
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Pursueth the man with the treacherous eye.
He slips through crannies in a recess for your mind.
Ask any schoolchild and they'll reply in kind,
"Your soul will slip when you're taking a dip through the black desert of time".
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Evoke all the spirits that helped you get by–
both evil and good, it's no time to be shy.
You're one as much the other, and this is the reason why
Each task is a tower, from hour to hour, and you're running out of time.
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came,
a sword in his hand and a sickness in his brain.
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came,
a sword in his hand and a sickness in his brain.
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Break Pads
03:03
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