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A-Bomb
04:18
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To break the silence, break the ice
To break taboo, to pay the price
You wanted more than you could bear
To see the signals in the air
Sat on an A-bomb to keep the pace
Shuttered the soul in, a downward face
Retired the heirlooms, it’s not her place
To decide
Her younger sister sits and stares (she’s got a new drug and her friends got theirs)
Their every thought laid open bare (they’re bought but she just don’t care)
She likes to hide just like her friends (she wants what she can’t defend, yeah)
And disavow what’s left to them
And when she resurfaces, and her eyes get clear
That’s when she knows she’s not an anyone, yeah she’s someone’s anyone
Yeah when the needle’s pulled out, of her thirsty veins
That’s when she knows she’s not an anyone, yeah she’s someone’s anyone
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Gravedigger
03:36
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The people get what the people want, and you’ve been getting but you’re still in the hunt
Can you tell me what you’re aiming for?
You say you feel like you’ve been broke on the wheel, but baby that’s not how you’re meant to feel
Isn’t time to retake control (or was it never yours anyway?)
Taught to sow the wind you faithfully complied, and now you try to reap the whirlwind as you cry
You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, you’re a grave digger, you work your fingers to the bone
You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, and the grave you dig’s your own
The voice is low, and it’s soothing, and it’s telling you that you can have it all
That everything by right to you belongs, do you wonder how deep the conspiracy goes?
Another present when the workday is done, do you smile back at the box when it comes?
Does it hold you in the palms of its hands?
The people want what the people get, and you’ve been getting but you haven’t got there it yet
A little bit more and you’re sure it’ll fade (but you know desire doesn’t work that way)
It doesn’t reek of class, but stinks of desperation, and in the end you’ve only bought yourself frustration
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Tower of Babel
04:13
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Well it set my head a’spinnin when I finally gave a listen
to the paranoia play out on each and every page
What I thought was a sickness turned out to be a sickness
We were up here dreaming while you were down there scheming
Now all I hear is babble, and it don't mean nothing at all
Between heaven and half-built towers, it don’t mean nothing at all
Yeah I don’t think I’m gonna dip my toe into that water
You’ve got all you boys in, now the well’s been poisoned
So little bubble dweller, won’t you come up from mama’s cellar?
Yeah, the feel of stinging is just your eyes adjusting
Still all I hear is babble, yeah I don’t hear nothing at all
Between heaven and half built towers, I don’t hear nothing at all
May the truth haunt you, may the truth haunt you
All the days of your life
We don’t care that toy've you’ve been seething cause, cause we don’t care about fake grievances
Yeah, we don’t care you’re nursing injuries, and we won’t let you turn back history
And we see through your shallow certainties, and we don’t let you turn back history
And we don’t look through credulous eyes, you’re in for a big surprise
Sometimes persecution is a sign your doing everything wrong
Between heaven and half-built towers, you’re saying nothing at all
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Sidewinder
05:11
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Spellbinder, sidewinder
You're gonna say what you're going to say
Deal maker, heart breaker
We’re a just a game that you wanted to play?
Please excuse my absence
It's just I'm in this civil war of ideas
So please ignore my eccentricities
Should have it won by the end of the year
No, I'm on fire like a disease
Barely afloat, I'm a boat that will sink like a stone
I'm a bone that's been thrown to a wolf pack
Watch me come apart at my seams
Curse lifter, shapeshifter
We know that all you ever wanted was love
Coal miner, part-timer
Tempting red telephonic death from above
Just as dusk is dawn to the night
How do I carry on with my fight
When my compliments slight?
When what's wrong is what's alright?
We both already know how this ends
Watch as I tie myself to the rack
It's a schizoid attack
Stuck a blade in my own back
I suspect the song has been sung
I came from nowhere
And I'll be damned if I turn back
I see the road before me brightens
And behind must fade, and behind must fade…to…
I’m on fire like a disease
Why have I let you pet me with all of your words?
They're absurd, like bluebirds in a whirlwind [volume/tone does not subside here]
Losing trust, I can't look away
Consolation, Desolation
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Cassandra
05:38
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A mystery to uncover, a world not made but discovered, waiting for
Face to face with no filter, flesh to flesh so familiar, coming toward
But it seems if life’s not good enough, we raise the valleys till they’re peaks to become, until they’re all one
Something firm and unyielding, unconcerned with my feeling, I can heal (I can heal)
Something there to resist me, unmoved by my insisting, makes me real
I want what I don’t get to decide, what it is or what it does, I won’t hide, I won’t hide anymore
Cassandra, she’s telling us that turning back’s the answer
She’s telling us that we should take our chances
But it’s easier to slip into the stream
Close your eyes, image a wave crashing right behind you
Do you realize, the tide’s on the rise and it’s swelling around you?
Cassandra, all of us are nodding to each other, and dutifully we’re passing on your answer
But none of us have yet to leave the stream, or wake from the dream
Cassandra, you say the winds of change will leave us stranded, you said the fattest years are all but ended
So won’t you let them just enjoy their streams?
She says that we’re the only ones, she says she cannot change the song
She says the struggle makes us free, she says it’s how we’re meant to be
She says our strength it makes us weak, and in our weakness we have strength
She says the struggle makes us free, she says it’s how we’re meant to be
Cassandra, we will all be passing on your answer
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So Much For Love
03:05
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You run and you run but you never catch up because it just keeps coming and you never give up
And you’re so [breaths], and it’s never enough
You try to talk, I can’t hear what you say because the red mist falls and I’m miles away
I need to [breaths], but there’s no time today
So much to do, no time for two, so much for tango
So much to see, so much to read, so much for love
So much for love, it’s so easy, all you gotta do is say no
So much for love, make it easy, s’nothing you don’t already know
The devil on my shoulder, is now a devil in my hand
How can I fight his tyranny, when he’s put everything on demand?
There’s no one else who needs you more, so don’t touch that door
And if you stay I promise you won’t be ignored
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Blood of Stones
05:02
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The setting was perfect, the flowers looked real
I’ll give you credit you almost captured the feel
An authentic flourish, an artisan’s touch
It’s like real tradition, but now we decide when, why, and how much
Is it still second nature, if you don’t have a first
It’s harder to tell if it’s you or it’s me who’s been cursed
But you’ve got a hard-to-believe-in love, you’ve got a hard-to believe-in love
You’ve got a hard…hard…hard to believe in love
Got some reservations, still got expectations
Still got some life left flowing through these veins
But what’ll you do, honey, when gone is all that money?
When all you’re left with is the blood of stones?
The truth is a lion, don’t need to no defense
All you gotta do’s set it free, step back, and watch it defend itself
But you’ve got a hard-to-believe-in love, you’ve got a hard-to believe-in love
You’ve got a hard…hard…hard to believe in love
You play your hunch, I pay the cost, you stole the banks and my river got lost
And I can’t get ahead of the boss [in unison]
You can try if you want but you can’t get ahead of the boss
And you’ve got a hard…hard… you’ve got a hard to believe in love
Got some reservations, still got expectations
Still got some life left pumping through these veins
But what’ll you do, honey, when gone is all that money?
When all you’re left with is the blood of stones?
The truth is a lion, it don’t need no defense
All you gotta do is set it free to defend itself
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Cyrano
05:01
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I could be your Cyrano and you my Nouville
And end the speculation that you’re gay
You could be my Robert Hunter and I could be your Bob
You’d be the crown of thorns around my horns and punch up everything I’ve got to say
I could be your shot of bourbon and you could be my Schlitz
That little bite that turns your songs to hits
Or you could be my silloutt-a and I your Scaramouche
You’d be the next of kin, the next one in, when all my little doubts creep up again
And eveything’d be so appealing
And it won’t be long (no it won’t) till they’re eating from our open hands
And when our words fall sweetly back upon our ears
I can almost hear them singing, I can almost hear them singing, yeah!
You could be my Froto Baggins and I could be your Sam
To be there should you need a helping hand
Or you could be the devil to whom I could to sell my soul
And do what I choose without paying dues and have everything that comes with rock and roll
I could be your Patty Boyd and leave you when you’re low
So make sure I’ve no better place to go
Or you could be my Judas and betray me in the end
So, be thankful I’m the kinda guy who’d never let you turn on your best friend
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The Sea
06:25
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Creaking timbers on a stormy sea
Black driving rain all around me
Storm clouds are chasing omens
Like a mad man grinning
Let it rage, let it rage, let it rage
Drink a devil's brew from the devil's sea
Don't ask me what I expect to sea
Another shore another price to pay
No matter what, I've just got to say
I don't want to go down slow
Lord, I said I want to see the harbor light with my own eyes
Lord, I want to see my ship come in with the sunrise
Been following invisible orders into the moonlight
Been following wherever the wind may blow, and it's alright
A red sun rises on an empty sea
Cold black water like a mirror to me
Drink a devil's brew from the devil's hand
Black driving wind coming howling wild again
I don't want to go down slow
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