1. |
Plans
03:18
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Days killed by TV shows
And downstairs lifeless plants November cold
Commitments complicate
In likeness in disgust
And I will carry you
A thousand times a day
And I will see this through
In all the plans we make
Outside they’re crashing cars
Animals, humans in, of ancient stars
Constantly contemplate
The smallness sickness of
And I will carry you
A thousand times a day
And I will see this through
In all the plans we make
Faith in a setting sun
Reflecting, driving in, no passenger
Enemies helplessly
A well-paced lifelong fall
And I will carry you
A thousand times a day
And I will see this through
In all the plans we make
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2. |
Shake
04:10
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When I seem as an upright ape
Fist to chest in an ancient rage
Where you stand on your well-kept lawn
Focus on the trap sprung
Am I bleeding and broken held?
Have I freedom enough to tell?
or did I miss all those rusting teeth?
Free to roll down your street?
And shake this broken branch
Gape garages with things obese
Through the gaps in such perfect teeth
Sleeping, slips in a wonder drug
All at once to wake up
And shake this broken branch
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3. |
Nor Foul or Frail
03:30
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The deepest vein of deceit
Not doing what you were made for
At every sit at your seat
Through every night's entertainment
As if to wander at dusk
With every thought in a tangle
Grip tight the feel of enough
Move your mind like you're able
Get wise to spells of bended view
In concentration
And map the mist that circles you
To all the others of us
With subtle dreams of misfortune
Reflecting faith or mistrust
Discontinue contortions
And when in doubt be not confused
Nor foul or frail
Be plain for all that's caused by you
Get wise to spells of bended view
In concentration
And map the mist that circles you
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4. |
Hangs High
05:20
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Alarm bells ring out again in the same damn room
Electrically amplified, through routine move
Approaching the interstate, the backups do
Repeat near familiar streets, what comes of you
For all I reach hangs high
Green lights tick tock time
Not afraid to belong
Plotline without flaw
Bricks that must be laid, now scattered heaps
Once dropped out of the sky, walls complete
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5. |
Remain
03:52
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A chorus good-byes
From the door where you came
Rain drumming drains like
A phrase how can you remain?
Shreds now of disease
That fail yet to take
So crowding your heart
In time how can you remain?
So collapsing the time
And forgetful with names
Lost inside your house
Alone how can you remain?
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6. |
Unseen See
03:46
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Extended family, so sags the roof
So long the rain gains in heavy pools
And if the animals are in my bed
And if the wall falls onto my head
All trip the searchlights
I don't see
My junked-up body
Wavin' in the beam
All trip the searchlights
Slow walks the enemy into our home
From here I'm watching, but they don't know
Should I wait till the walls collapse, and nothin's left?
Till it's all outside, rained on and dead?
All trip the searchlights
I don't feel
Just a dreamer
Sleepin' at the wheel
Escapee
With the light off
All the unseen see
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7. |
Endlessly
03:27
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And of the murmurs, in cancers, in waves
We filled the beaches, the prairies, the caves
So find beginnings and all that had to be
To make the matters with all these families
Endlessly
And of the money, fill fortunes and tanks
Or wait for whether subsistence/escape
We count the missteps, send blankets on a plane
In dreamy sickness, ingested we remain
Endlessly
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8. |
Dead Adrift
05:40
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Tire tracks and railroads lines across a bridge
Mayflies in the sunrise lifting up to live
Cities in the distance so hard to understand
Loop around the country on laser-lighted sand
Span the rising sea, dim lights on lonely boats
Span the rising sea, or broken ghosts we float
Span the rising sea, eyes numb on sleepless screens
Span the rising sea
Passing by the moments reading how to tell a lie
Mounting irritations too vague to wonder why
Gasoline and scripture and everything they'll need
Abounding in a bunker can't last beyond a week
Span the rising sea, the dead adrift serene
Span the rising sea, with tangled roots rubbed clean
Span the rising sea, we can't believe such things
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