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Something Up Here
03:03
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There’s something up here --
Something up here blowing in the wind:
I think it’s all this metal in my head,
Or the ears I’ve bled
These years of rambling
Just begging for forgiveness.
And it’s cold on this mountain --
Cold on this mountain, wise up to suffering’s sake:
The taking of the sunlight in this green --
But to eat is to die,
And to bear is to lie
Along the branch and backwards to the seed --
Along the branch and backwards to the seed.
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Borrowed Home
02:49
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Come see me in my borrowed home --
Come see me in my borrowed home --
It’s got roses on the wall!
They might just remind me of me and you and the Fall,
If you’d see me in my borrowed home.
Come touch me in this body here on loan --
Come touch me in this body here on loan --
It’s got writing on the wall!
It might just remind me of me and you and the Fall,
If you’d touch me in this body here on
touch me in this body here on
touch me in this body here on loan.
Just leave me in this burning home --
Just leave me in this burning home --
I’ve got nothing left to lose!
That might just remind me of me and you and the blues,
If you’d leave me in this burning
leave me in this burning
leave me in this burning home.
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3. |
Cold War Colder
03:34
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The cold war has grown colder
As eagle and bear soldiers
Descend on the valley Armageddon!
But this time we’ve got algorithms
Beating on the war drums
And solipsism leaping from the Towers...
What was ours in that last moment
Has been scattered on
A cesium wind --
This war was shadows on the eyelids of our parents’ parents’ dreams,
And we the obedient children in an esoteric scheme --
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4. |
Futile Flame
03:26
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So you took the magazine --
Sewed it up into bedding.
Rolled around in promises --
Floating on yer flotsam bed.
And when it all falls to the fore,
You will be wondering what it’s all for --
And when the best you’ve got is spat on the floor,
You will be wandering, searching for more.
Is this a war?
Will it stay warm?
Run from the swarm...
Try yer hand at wallpaper --
Proclaim who’s a Big Faker.
Extinguish the futile flame --
Sign me up! but just in name...
And when it all falls to the fore,
You will be wondering what it’s all for --
And when the best you’ve got is spat on the floor,
You will be wandering, searching for more.
Is this a war?
Will it stay warm?
Run from the swarm...
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5. |
Disco Ball
06:16
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Treat me like a disco ball --
I won’t mind my dying at all.
Where were you when I’ll take the fall?
I can’t find the memory of it all...
Meet me down by your old gate --
I got lost somewhere between
The space of your bitter brown eyes
Were the bridge to my other side.
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6. |
‘Come a-Ruin’
02:56
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I am sorry.
I have been a drunken fool.
I blame it on the sorrow
And the daemons that rule.
I never saw it coming
That I’d become a ruin;
These days I am only
Nothing doin’.
I see now where the heart breaks:
Along its own fault lines;
So I pray for healing,
For the old stitch in time.
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7. |
Holy Ghost
02:48
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Sing the song that means the most --
Chase me down the Holy Ghost.
Touch me there where I’ve been scarred --
Hold me up when I’ve been tired.
Lend me shapes I cannot kiss --
Bend my will into the mist.
Sing the song that means the most --
Chase me down the Holy Ghost.
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8. |
Untitled in E
07:01
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9. |
Table Under Trout
02:52
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There was a time I was called Darkness,
A time I was called Orb --
The one, a voice that harkens
To the other, to the lord --
And yes, I've seen the holy bush
High upon the mount,
Its voice is near extinguished
By the winds that trouble South --
And I will see my secrets spill
From someone else's mouth,
Like table under trout:
The teeth that I've pulled out --
Like table under trout:
The teeth that I've pulled out.
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10. |
Turpentine
03:07
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11. |
“No Shoes Blues”
01:52
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Where are the magic boxes that you drew, child?
To temper tantric bonds within your tribe?
Where have all the pinky promises flown to? while
you left ‘em neglected, broken but to fly unto some
cosmic kamikaze wish to die..?
---
It is the darkness I adore,
It is the less which births the more;
It’s what the rise
And the set are for!
It is the darkness I adore!
It is the space between the light,
It is the distance that is nigh;
It is the sea
That bears my sight!
It is the space between the light!
It is the stillness of the pond,
It is the cloth I weep upon:
...
It is the stillness of the pond...
It is the darkness I adore,
It is the less which births the more;
It’s what the rise
And the set are for!
It is the darkness I adore!
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13. |
Got These Glasses
03:52
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Now, I know you’ve noticed
That everything’s broken,
And I’m sure you’ve found some way to pretend
That everything’s swell.
See, I’ve got these glasses,
They keep me from askin’
When’ll come change, ‘cause Honey, that oil just don’t sell
These days like it used to!
Now no word is trusted,
The Logos been busted.
We’ll have to mouth new sounds so to stand
On tongue kin and common.
You’re there on yer sideline,
While I’ve not one to call mine.
You play the game, but I’m plotting escape from this wicked arena --
I won’t keep ya from followin’...
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14. |
Heart Is A Hologram
02:54
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The heart is a hologram and so seems
Infinite in its giving --
But each piece breaking breaks the whole...
Beware, for the end will take its toll!
I’ve been told:
I am that Shiva riding on your cloud
Who has disallowed
Reconstitution of
The heart is a hollow room and so sings
The animus kept within it --
But each fulfilling fills the hole...
Pay heed to the friend on your grassy knoll!
You’ve been warned:
I’ll be Ganesha ripping through the Real
Only to conceal
An impermanence of the heart --
I’ve been told:
I am that Shiva riding on your cloud
Who has disallowed
Reconstitution of
The heart is a hologram and so seems...
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