1. |
At Night
03:51
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After the fire
Comes a whisper
It comes like a feeling
It comes like believing
It's not in the mountains
It's not in the earthquakes
My heart is exploding
I know I'm becoming
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2. |
Coackamamie
02:03
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Men, listen to your mothers
And preach to your daughters
Daughters, listen to your fathers
And preach to your brothers
Brothers, listen to your mothers
And sing to your lovers
Sisters, listen to your fathers
'Cuz they be like your mothers
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3. |
We had Nothin'
02:11
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Once upon a time
I was an uncommon man
Living by a street sign
It said quarter horse drive
And the people in my neighborhood were fearful
That blacks would come and they would take us as victims
You made sure to lock your doors
'Cuz the crack baby Jesus was just an inch away
We had nothing
we lived as kings in a gilded zoo
And we lived in a shelter
We feared people from the grave yard
We had a golden ghetto
There were blue hairs
I wanted blue hair
They called me a weirdo
I called them a norm-y
It was 2001
And you were a cutter
We spent our time thinking
I'd write a movie
We had nothing
we lived as kings in a guilded zoo
They called you Christy
And called me Sissy
I'll never miss those days of old
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4. |
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Well wine is fine
But liquor is quicker
I’ve got a nervous twitch
I’m down in a ditch
Well we’re all fucked up
But the future looks brighter
I’m feeling inspired
And I’m living in a pig pen
You're thinking daydreams
I'm thinking nightmares
Everything's believing
There's no achieving
It’s all a sham
Be true to the Big Man
This is the master plan
You are a destroyer
And I said goodbye
Pulled plugs and I die
I’m gonna be literally speaking
No more time to make the meaning
That’s what I’m screaming
’til the end of the world
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5. |
Velvet/X Marks The Spot
04:08
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(VELVET)
Well it came about
That men began to multiply on the face of the Earth
and daughters were born of them
And they took them as brides, as brides on the face of the Earth
And waters above
Will come to down waters below
Water in the sky
And baby, we're gonna die
But there's a guy
A righteous man in his own time
You are righteous
Yeah you are righteous
And baby, I'm righteous too!
And baby, I'm righteous too!
(X MARKS THE SPOT)
I wanna do drugs
X marks the spot
Hank Aaron Boulevard
Gonna get me off
8787
Forty dollars ain't a lot
Gonna hit the mainline
X marks the spot
I wanna do drugs
X marks the spot
When am I gonna take over?
Cuz it's taking forever
Nipples harder than a peach pit
Click, click, click
Searchin for a lighter
X marks the spot
I wanna find the kingdom
I wanna be a racer
Just like Marco Polo
You know that I know
X marks the spot
I wanna live in the city
I wanna die in the country
Just like Echo Park
You know that I know
X marks the spot
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6. |
Dirt Road Ahead
02:00
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Seems we're playing shirts and skins again
And all the blood won't atone for our sins
Looks like you're giving, getting head again
A friend
What a bend
In the dirt road ahead
In the dirt road ahead
You've got a nerve to show your face in here
A loud mouth and a taste for the girls
Looks like your turning their heads again
A friend
On the bend
The dirt road ahead
The dirt road ahead
Since you lost all your self control
The pretty girls wanna put on their show
Dollar bills and an arm full of smack
What a crack
In the back
Give me a heart attack
The dirt road ahead
Torn dress and a torn up face
Neon lights take you in embrace
Red devils lined in your hand
What a man
In the clan
Back of the van
The dirt road ahead
Now you're layin in the streets my friend
And all the people they're a kicking your shit
Fifty cents for a call to your pimp
What a bitch
Flip the switch
The dirt road ahead
The dirt road ahead
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7. |
A Song For Atlanta
01:23
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Living your life
With a throat and a knife
A slip slip slip
And a double down drip
Life is a blood sport
When you live in the A
Feet melt on boulevard
Your time is a drain
Baby…
Where did our love go?
Why did we grow old?
Why did we grow old?
Seventy people
On Glenwood Ave
I see Alex Weiss
At the Echo Lounge
He's got a show for you
And it's a real time
Baby…
Where did our love go?
Baby…
Why did we grow old?
Bobby Ubange
Hippin' it with Black Lips
I see Carbonas
and Beat Beat Beat
Something tells me
That love never ends
Baby…
Where did our love go?
Baby…
Why did we grow old?
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8. |
Reuters
01:55
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We are in a constant state of becoming.
Our bodies constantly regenerating
Meaning that physically speaking
you are not the person you were
You as the body with a conscience
You not the same as you once were
The only part of you that isn't replaced
By ebb and flow of time
Is a little jitter box concept called
The Cerebrial Cortex
We aren't people with bodies
We are bodies with people
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9. |
Japanese Suicide
02:06
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Looking up at a mountaintop
Fog is closing in on us
Knife goes in
our giving up
Mother is quiet
Maple stump
Incense cones
Burning up
Arms are bound
Tying up
Knife goes in
When your giving up
Japanese suicide
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10. |
Summer Smoke
02:03
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Growing up on a mountaintop
Tar road tar lung its too hot
grabbing my chest at a country club
jennie is crying yeah she's a slut
candy canes melt in the snow
there's a god and he is old
handy andy just got a job
he's selling his sister in a parking lot
Sandy D says she's a bell
Tells my father to go to hell
Misquito bites and dirty talk
Ghosts of Indians we chopped up
summer some and the cigarette skies
summer some and the cigarette skies
summer some and the cigarette skies
summer some and the cigarette skies
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11. |
Silence
02:39
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Running alive
Spirit survive
The spirit of Hell
Who creeps up behind
He is the blood
The blood sacrifice
The criminal mind
A quivering eye
Where is the ghost?
The ghost of your past
When you were a child
They cut you in half
Silence
Running alive
Spirit survive
The spirit of Hell
Who creeps up behind
He is the blood
The blood sacrifice
The criminal mind
A quivering eye
Where is the ghost?
The ghost of your past
When you were a child
They cut you in half
When you were a child
They cut you in half
When you were a child
They cut you in half
Silence
When you were a child
They cut you in half
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