1. |
Buzzards and Crows
02:52
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Lyrics:
Fly away from me
All you buzzards and crows
If I didn’t know better
I’d hit the shit on the nose
Come running back
All my blessings and tithes
All my human rights
All my wildest nights
I’m gonna live at the front of the world
I’m gonna knock at the door of eden
I’m gonna stretch to the center of my sin
I’m gonna fly to the edge of the mine
I’m gonna let everyone surround me
I’m gonna make amends
to my mentors and my kin
And if I find you waiting at the door of
Heaven I’ll let you in
And the gospel truth
They told me it was true
I gotta settle a score
With you-know-who
And at the bottom of the tin
There just a lousy dime
For all the time I spent
All the things I meant
And so they tell me boy
Get your intentions straight
You gotta get that pearly gate
Out in front of your face
So I’m gonna live at the front of the world
I’m gonna knock at the door of eden
I’m gonna stretch
To the center of my sin
I’m gonna fly to the edge of the mine
I’m gonna let everyone surround me
I’m gonna make amends
With my mentors and my kin
And if I find you waiting at the door
Of heaven I’ll let you in. (x3)
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2. |
Into Forever
03:31
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Lyrics:
Would you remain with me for a single second
I’ll tell a thing or two about the way things could be
I’ll tell a thing or three about the way things was
Everybodys looking backwards just because
And then you looked into forever
Something couldn’t let you look away
And when I look out the same old window
On a very different day
It’s just a simple little something
Something just to get me through the rain
And if it shows up again in the morning
well I might have to shoulder all that pain
Because you looked into forever
Something couldn’t let you look away
And when I look out the same old window
On a very different day
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3. |
Locked in a Cell
05:11
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Lyrics:
I give thanks to this day to be Free
To be some place that I like to be
I give thanks to this night to be alive
And still surviving
In the moment it ain’t always fun
Sometimes you get under the gun
But at the end of the day you give thanks
To the sun
Cuz it shun
And the courts are all like warts
The hospitals are so inhospitable
And the wards are full of scores
And scores of tragedies
The libraries are all gone pale
And the bars are corrupted with ale
And the roads are so full of cars
Wherever you are
And if that all ales you well
Well at least as far as I can tell
I’m locked in a cell
Some people they hate what they got
And other ones like it a lot
It is what it is and it’s not really
negotiable
Cuz the courts are all like warts
And the hospitals are so inhospitable
The buses and trains stink of
Perfumes and toxic sterility
The offices are all offensive
The arenas are all so meaningless
And the people you meet on the street
Can’t conceive their ability
And if that’s all a sobering thought
Well at least we still haven’t got caught
We’re not locked in a cell
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4. |
Enemy Lines
01:45
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Lyrics:
Locally folkalies
What can you do?
I ain’t got no big bad time
For you
Wondery pondery stick in the mud
You aint gonna drink my blood
Tonight
I’ve been behind enemy lines
Creepin and crawlin behind enemy lines
I’ve been behind enemy lines
Going blind (x4)
And wasting my time.
Schemers and scammers and blingers and blogs
You ain’t gonna egg my nog tonight
Cold fist slammers and anal retainers
You can’t touch my
Comfort zone tonight
I’ve been behind enemy lines
Creepin and crawlin behind
Enemy lines
I’ve been behind enemy lines
Going blind (x4)
Wasting my time (x2)
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5. |
Installed
04:46
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Lyrics:
She was installed
Like a dictator
in the fall
It was worse than a curse for us all
It set up a systemic
withdrawal
She was confused
like a dictator in the news
With her braces and buckles and boots
With her horses and armies and troops
She started to flail
Like a dictator mail ordered male
She was way beyond everyones pale
No one told her the bread had gone stale
Home was a place that I couldnt go back to again
Drinking was making my sick to my stomach and sin
Blithering penises drifted around in the wind
All for the sake of the thing they
Had cautioned against
And fires had changed
Swept on down from the mountains like rain
We were muddled and puddled in pain
Scratching hopelessly out past the grain
I started to cry
There was nothing left to do in my eyes
I could see through my tears that I had tried
And home was a place that I couldn’t go
Back to no more
Drinking was hooking me up with the physical floor
Consultants weighed in on everything
Under the sun
Including the damage they do and the damage they’ve done
Im having a tall time tonight
Breezes are gentle and warm
The gangsters are all gathered here
They come for the sweat and the stain
The immediateness and the beer.
Monsters of meaning cavorted around in the road
And obstinate lobster were beaching themselves on the coast
My baby girl doesn’t believe
she can fall from the sky
Weather is better
than butter in
June or July
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6. |
Other Times
07:07
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Lyrics:
You can walk
Through step and season
You can talk
About your deal
You can feel
Really good now
Or you can lose some sleep and reel
When other times have been defeated
And other days have come undone
And other ways have all retreated
We turn our eyes to whats to come
We turn our love to whats to come
Silent nights
Holy holy
Manage to manage
All my days
If I were still
Irascible
It might just drive me a little crazy
When other times have been defeated
And other days have come undone
And other ways have all retreated
We turn our eyes to whats to come
We turn our love to whats to come
We relieve
Each others pressures
And walk in our ancestral ways
We commence
We take a chance
We hold each others loving gaze
When other times have been defeated
And other days have come undone
And other ways have all retreated
We turn our eyes to whats to come
We turn our love to whats to come
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