1. |
Mother Nature
02:54
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Well the sky shoots up with blue
And the rivers run big green
And the mountains with their cilia of trees
All feel the wind's hard lean
As the redder rivers rise
Pull the plug right before your eyes
So the lakes all drain but the rocks remain
And the fish all flap goodbye
And the giant paper moon
Commands the great typhoon
And the water scrapes the rocks and pools its tide
We all ask why is it so
That the mother would throw
Her people through the colors of this world
Oh the clouds all curse
And the lightning charges first
From the ground it up and meets the sky’s demands
The stars all applaud
At the vaudeville down below
They wanted three rings and now they get a show
And the giant father sun
Puts a spotlight on each one
And no one ever cares to look away
Now look and see
How the great Elm Tree
Takes you in its grasp and don't let go
I want to know how you found
The safehouse underground
Cause even some of the grasses will serve you to the hounds
Giant sheets of rock
All crash and interlock
And the mountains do their bidding up above
Well the sky pours rain
And the rivers act as veins
They once gave life but now decide to take it all away
Mother Nature brought us in and she's gonna take us out.
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2. |
Worth All That
04:12
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The glass is empty, sitting there by the sink
It's full of holes, the man's had his last drink
Tossed the bottle and kicked the pale
Shapes him up and cures his ale
Saving face, saving all kinds of face
But miss the shine, the kind that runs through the veins
Threw the bottle with the hands he was dealt
The ale's been cure to the ails he'd felt
Time and time has him crawl back to you
And make amends for all the things that he'd do
Spoke the words, "I'm sorry for when I said,
'There's a million ways to shut you mouth
And all you have to do is pick one'"
Too much free time causes someone to think
And it's that thinking that empties the glass by the sink
Smashed the bottle and punched the wall
What's the point, he ain't here at all
Like a dog faced with a bowl of meat
He holds back but a treat never tastes like a treat
Raised the bottle but held his arm
The body wants when the brain is gone
Time and time has him crawl back to you
And make amends for all the things that he'd do
Spoke the words, "You were right when you said,
'there's a million ways to sober up,
and all you have to do is pick one'"
He sees the writing up on the wall
Now reason calling, he'll take the call
He's decided to plug up the well
Cause all that heaven ain't worth
All that hell
Glass is empty, been sitting there for days
But it don't stop nagging return to you earlier ways
Beat the bottle and broke the spell
The only punches thrown at his will
Time and time has him crawl back to you
And make amends for all the things that he'd do
Spoke the words, "I was right when I said
I'd keep myself and plug the well
Cause the heaven ain't worth the hell
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3. |
Animals
01:53
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Well there's a fox in the henhouse
And they won't last long
They're making sheep-skin wolf coats
Something's wrong
They're claiming need to know basis
With the faces you deal
But the pockets of their eyes
Are deep enough to conceal
I want to know
The truth of what you
Would do to me
Whose house you would
Let burn to debris
Well you can tell which canaries
Are the ones that sing
They are the caged ones
Wired beaks, broken wings
Though wicked those up top
Are not unwise
They spew the truth half the time
So they can sell you the lies
I want to know
The truth of what you
Would do to me
Whose house you would
Let burn to debris
Well there's a fox in the henhouse
So they won't last long
And the canaries still sing
Their caged up broken song
Well the wolf-thought-sheep
Got shot in the flock
But no one wears wolf hide
So it's left there to rot
I want to know
The truth.
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4. |
Holds My Mind
04:26
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It holds my mind, long after I have left and gone
A drop of poison in the sea of my thoughts
A drop is all it takes to rot a good time
Kill to unwind, but it holds onto my mind
It draws all in, a tragic kind of gravity
A job ain't a job, it's a way of life for me
Your friends tell you to quit, but there's no quitting
What's already entangled in what you see
Leave work at work, don't take it on home
Two separate worlds, don't leave you mind to roam
The streets of all you have said and done
That's an avenue that you don't want to go down
Each day a step towards a colder harder heart
Old habits always die the hardest for you
And once there was a time when you tried to shake it off but
Now let it win, you've merged the two again
All knotted up, you're stomach nor your brain lives down
What unsettles you, they prove so true in telling you
What no one can
So leave work at work, don't take it on home
Two separate worlds, don't leave you mind to roam
The streets of all you have said and done
That's an avenue that you don't want to go down
It holds my mind long after I have left and gone
Shaking off all the unsightly sights I see
And unkind words directed at me I need my
Mind to unwind, but that peace is hard to find
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5. |
Not How
04:43
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Real life broke into what he'd dreamt
Clothes disheveled, face unkempt
Some controlled and some were not
He braced himself for what they brought
Mind of trash, mind of treasure
Sometimes terror, sometimes pleasure
He could make it go away
But that's not how the game is played
Wading through a sea of stars
He doused their fire and cleaned their scars
Placed a crown up on his head
Built up broken and mislead
Crickets sing the sweetest song
And who's to say whose sense is wrong
He could make it go away
But that's not how the game is played
Wires lined his body through
And senses piled on wild pursuits
It brought joy, it brought pain
It brought more of everything
He saw people out to get him
They'd take him down and take him with them
On those nights he'd never rest
Wearing layers of Kevlar vest
Mind of trash, mind of treasure
Sometimes terror, sometimes pleasure
He could make it go away
But that's not how the game is played
That ain't right they all said
There's too much feeling up in his head
They had cures, they had pills
How much feeling and at whose will
Went beyond how we feel
Deadened senses to what is real
Want to make it go away
But that's not how the game is played
Wires lined his body through
And senses piled on wild pursuits
It brought joy, it brought pain
It brought more of everything
Funneled him into healing
Cleared his mind of all feeling
Crystal mind and clear blue sky
He tossed the pills, they wondered why
Crickets sing the sweetest song
And who's to say whose sense is wrong
He could make it go away
But that's not how the game is played
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6. |
Stranger
05:31
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Though I always fall I always land somewhere
The strings have been cut the ground is shaking
Where I'd rather be, I think of nowhere
I am always trapped in this feeling
Now I know
Takes me to the point and breaks off even
Cycles me around, I think to feel home
Senses all tied, one to another
Puts me in a web, puts me in line
She's gonna come
She's gonna breathe
She's gonna shed
All the bad things
Today's the day
It's torn away
She's gonna come
She's gonna come
She's gonna be
Right next to me
She's gonna be
Me
The closing of the door opens windows
Takes me by surprise, takes me somewhere
A stranger in a strange new found world
Get out and walk around, end up somewhere
Now I know
It seems we always wait for something better
And when that something comes we go right back
The truth will always come, it comes so slowly
It shakes up your whole life when you stop waiting
She's gonna come
She's gonna breathe
She's gonna shed
All the bad things
Today's the day
It's torn away
She's gonna come
She's gonna come
She's gonna be
Right next to me
She's gonna be
Me.
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7. |
Covet
02:48
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Well the goddamn Lord always whispers in his ear
And the man preferred wields the word
And the people all adhere
With a rocky mountain high, whose's to say he wouldn't tell a lie
But follow the herd and heed the word
Cause you can't ask a question mark why
Now is it just me or is he the star atop our idolatry
If I followed suit and picked the fruit
Well what would that make me
I shall not covet
I repeat the words each time
I am above it and
I shall stay clean
I shall not covet
I repeat the words each time
I am above it and
In the eyes
The wastelands beam a hundred and twenty degrees
Though seeing his water makes me feel hotter
I shake off my jealousy
The goddamn Lord, take his name into your veins
You can't separate what's yours to take
And siphon off his domain
The laws that He's decided could any man be confided
By definition man's ambition
Proves him misguided
I shall not covet
I repeat the words each time
I am above it and
I shall stay clean
I shall not covet
I repeat the words each time
I am above it and
In the eyes
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8. |
Each Shoulder
05:05
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There used to be one perched on each shoulder
Generals orders like old crows on human sculpture
Blackened feathers and feathered white
Pecking ear to ear, calling far and near
Now the demon carries wings and the angel horns and tail, More of morals are all behind bars and no one's paid the bail, New formed hazy shade of pink where red has bled into the white, Soul now lacks the dueling duality of what's wrong and right
There used to be two reels of your memory
One the truth and other on the way you wish it would be
Put the covers on your bed of lies
Force the playback of the better film inside your mind
World is making room for white lies in the face of ugly truths, Cause it's those faces that make cases for the shoulder moral truce, White and red have bled to point of mixing pink is in your mind, Even good intentions always end up looking so malign
Not hard to unravel the ethical twine
And find out there's nothing that you can define
World is making room for white lies in the face of ugly truths, Cause it's those faces that make cases for the shoulder moral truce, White and red have bled to point of mixing pink is in your mind, Even good intentions always end up looking so malign
You celebrate the way that people are no longer sold
Careful select hearing so that what you want you're being told, Western eyes look up to the sky
It's a new kind of sell, it's a new kind of buy
They are selling viewers' eyes each one tied to the screen, Each one held upside-down shaking all of every pocket clean, Sparks the brain as wants and needs start to glow, No one watching on the shoulders for to let everyone know
Not hard to unravel the ethical twine
And find out there's nothing that you can define
There used to be one perched on each shoulder
Generals orders like old crows on human sculpture
Blackened feathers and feathered white
Pecking ear to ear, calling far and near
Now the demon carries wings and the angel horns and tail, More of morals are all behind bars and no one's paid the bail, New formed hazy shade of pink when red has bled into the white, Soul now lacks the dueling duality of what's wrong and right.
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9. |
No One In Mind
04:05
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Up on the stage and forgot all the lines
I know how to love with no one in mind
Scaffolding high, structure is sound
It’s easy to think with no one around
The things that you lead through when you’re blind
Always play better in your mind
Hardwired I’d kill for more time
Each body is just an organized crime
Key to the mind, unscrew the brain
Shake all my words from the thought moving train
The things you wish you’d said there on the spot
Always come much easier when you’re not
Boiling from beneath my thick hard-shelled skull
The words spiral out of my mouth
And lay at your feet
You can make what you want of me now
The script has written, I’m standing upstage
But I forgot all the lines
I know how to love, I know how to love
With no on in mind
Wired and charged, a wrench to the bolt
Fixes the storm that gives me the jolt
Universe spaced, the stars signal on
The brain works the same with the firing neuron
The words that it takes, I man the machine
I wish I could say just what I mean.
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10. |
It Would Seem
04:00
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Infused with a memory
God help where these senses lead
It's through my veins, I shut my heart
It's torn together and sewn apart
And it hits me and it sinks me, and I'm lost to myself
At the mercy when it takes me, I don't own my body, it owns me
It would seem
The strangest place is in my mind
My senses meet and my thoughts unwind
The battlefield up in my head
My thoughts come firing as I knit the thread
And they find me, and they bind all of my thoughts to myself
Show no mercy when they find me
They choose my thoughts for me, I don't think for myself
It would seem
All it takes is a familiar sound
My thoughts lift up to you and circle 'round
All it takes is a familiar sight
And the old lost thought-forgotten fires ignite
The thoughts march on, I shout them back
I put my mind on another track
I let one through, it spins the wheel
The gates open and it breaks the seal
And it floods me, and I can't be
In control of myself
At their mercy when they flood me
I don't have my mind, no it has me
It would seem
All it takes is a familiar sound
My thoughts lift up to you and circle 'round
All it takes is a familiar sight
And the old lost thought-forgotten fires ignite
There ain't a lock without a key
What I push out they bring on back to me
The highways of my inner mind
All roads connected all roads intertwined
And they drive me to the very
Place that I've run away
From and deep down inside me
There ain't any little process that I truly control
It would seem
Infused with a memory,
God help where these senses lead
It's through my veins, I shut my heart
It's torn together and sewn apart
And it hits me and it sinks me, and I'm lost to myself
At the mercy when it takes me, I don't own my body, it owns me
It would seem.
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11. |
My Way Out
03:38
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Slept on the porch
In the light that you left on for me
I’m out the frying pan
And into the fire
I ran away from every
Second chance I had
Who dons the crown
Every king is taken down
And each new king washes again
The dirt from climbing off his hands
Becoming what he’d always fought against
Puppets on strings
Follow where the handlers bring them
And affirming there are firmaments
Firm believers await the scent
Of wine fermented by such ageless time
I wait for mine
Each of us vessels
Are linked on the path
The way you shout and the way you sing
The good and bad that you will bring
But none of it could ever change a thing
By the grace, by the glory
What a face, what a story
I will shed off all of it
My skin and bones
My meat is thrown
To wolves all howling
Claws and bouting
But I will be up and
On my way out.
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12. |
Home
07:00
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The silence cuts you it tears at all the seams
The stars all shout their nightmares
But just show up as gleams
The path is carved to where the western winds all roam
It's all so unknown to me
But I will take you home
You flew to meet me in the cities overgrown
Things disappear so quickly
And now I drive you home
The gravel's rough beneath my feet
And I feel it shake my seat
Far from familiar, maybe too late
But I want to understand the choices you made
Grown apart like those weeds there in the dirt
Estrangement takes a strange thing
To tie them together
Stratocaster and Stradivarius
I was living that while
You were living this
Living life and dying death
We ride the same path now
Trajectories connect
The gravel's rough beneath my feet
And I feel it shake my seat
Far from familiar, maybe too late
But I want to understand the choices you made
Up the mountains to where the wild paved roads go
The air thins and thickens
And strange grasses grow
Far from the comforts of you're not the only one
The open space reminds me
It all could be undone
The same moon with the same mystic glow
I see you now the first time
When I take you home.
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