1. |
You & I
04:27
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From painted windows fall the judgements of the cold and dark
Adorned with skeletons and smoke they flow in long supply
But I'll spill your milk and cry
Not to do with You and I
Of all the gin joints in all the world you walked right into mine
And you're breaking down
I can pick it up
On stable foreign ground
And you're psychophysically (sound)
Sound the church bells, let them parade in
Down the aisle, take a vow
Damn the church bells with a procession
Cast the earth down into the cold ground
It's in the shadow's home, it's on the chapel spire
Don't look don't fall asleep cuz that's where you'll go wrong
But I'll spill you're milk and cry
Not to do with You and I
The same hand that carries you is tightening the rope around my…
And we're breaking down
I can pick it up
Unstable foreign ground
And we're psychophysically (sound)
Sound the church bells, let them parade in
Down the aisle, take a vow
Damn the church bells with a procession
Cast the earth down into the cold ground
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2. |
Myopic Visions
05:50
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With a dilated eye, we look toward the future
And though it's not right, we feed off the creature
With a one in my hand, I will free the believer
Something that I can't understand:
Overlook the overseer
And talk so much that no one will see that crutch
We'll talk so much that no one will see that crutch
As you wake to the light, to the noise in your speaker
You will meet the demand, take blood from the weaker
We'll turn stone into sand, a golden receiver
And we'll live on the land and die in the ether
And talk so much that no one will see that crutch
We'll talk so much that no one will see that crutch
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3. |
Centralia
03:54
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My culture club my culture club's out to
Die all the time get on without you to
Cover my eyes a perfect disguise from
Dilated spies I don't recognize
Journey through glass a discounted tax from
Tall one I know he grows in a vacuum
Punching the code he says they don't matter too
No one I know would dare to say 'miss you'
Far gone too long to hide
We burn the midnight anthracite
Centralians forever ride
And they'll die every night to open your eyes
Slow to the core and so fucking bored that
I can't do that I can't anymore so
Take it away t-take it today yeah
Shake it delay sh-shake it delay
Journey through glass a discounted tax from
Tall one I know he grows in a vacuum
Punching the code he says they don't matter too
No one I know would dare to say 'miss you'
Far gone too long to hide
We burn the midnight anthracite
Centralians forever ride
And they'll die every night to open your eyes
To open your eyes…
My culture club My culture club's out to
Far gone too long to hide
We burn the midnight anthracite
Centralians forever ride
(To love or despise?)
Far gone too long to hide
We burn the midnight anthracite
Centralians forever ride
And they'll die every night to open your eyes.
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Troglodytes limping
Tattooed with a razor hand
I saw your dad tripping
On a buried pacemaker at knee replacement
Now you're on the run
Like a hirsute junkie with a smoking gun
I'm thinking of a number
With a cellophane tumbleweed in my throat
And here comes the neighborhood
(Won't let you get away yet, sobriquet)
And here comes the neighborhood
There's a dust up at the vape store
(Tell me more)
You know it's only natural
Sweatsuits and bandages at Bloomfield Beach
and he's blowing smoke into the stroller on the street
And here comes the neighborhood
(Won't let you get away yet, sobriquet)
And here comes the neighborhood
Won't let you get away
They won't let you get away
So long as you're upright they won't let you walk away...
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5. |
Dennis Eckersley
03:40
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Firing neurons and laying off frontal lobes
Down in Carolina where everybody goes
Expired notions put the minions on attack
(And I said)
I forgot your number but I want my fucking helmet back
I'm going all the way
I'm going all the way down
I'm going all the way
To coronation day
Don't bother if you need me I'll be convalescing on the bay
Send my replacement to the basement where there is no sound
Yeah your mother loves you but she's wrapped up in the underground.
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6. |
Mountains In Motion
04:52
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The mountains are in motion now
Above the frozen ocean's prow
We hope that you're feeling well
As you burn all the way to hell
May I hold your head up high?
Assist you in dying right
I wanna be in Mansion
I wanna multiply
I told you this before I can't
Cuz I've got a lump in my throat
Let's set asail and call it home
Into a sea of trash and foam
We hope that you're feeling well
As you burn all the way to hell
May I hold your head up high?
Assist you in dying right
I wanna be in Mansion
I wanna multiply
I told you this before I can't
Cuz I've got a lump in my throat
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7. |
Secret Bonus Track
03:56
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Life Partners White Plains, New York
I thought Life Partners was just a band until this one mind-blowing fact blew my mind.
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