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To Each His Own
01:43
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A few days ago
I climbed a lampost in hopes
to find out what they know
in regards to their feathered foes
I never really thought I'd go outside
Let alone talking to the crows
To each his own, I suppose
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2. |
Mary
04:35
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Mary, shut the garden door
Memories, hang them from the arbor;
Let them grow again, every now and then.
Heavy lie your eyelids, dearie
Mary, rest your bones above me
I'm the ghost of me
and time fell short for haunting
I'll be present whether you like it or not
Yeah, the ghost of me clings
I'll be around, just outside of your earshot
Do you...
do you remember spring?
We would sing songs with our wounded knees
I'm the ghost of me
and time fell short for haunting
I'll be present whether you like it or not
Yeah, the ghost of me clings
I'll be around, just outside of your earshot
Mary, do you remember me?
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3. |
Sticks and Stones
05:23
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I was a boy
I was young, stuck in a rut.
Words spouted out from the youth like waste from the slums
I was fine, this whole time,
'till I was shouting their terms, and standing in their lines
I was gone, said goodbye-
to my mind, and my life.
Hey, you’ve got another mind to sway
You better watch your mouth
You better watch what you say
Hey, at your tongue they will tear away
You better watch your mouth
When the wolves come out to play
Now, we’re alone
We communicate like animals
Sticks and stones
They can break and are only so powerful
But words carry on, through the air, rendering us all as fawns
Meaning we’re just too young,
and we’re stepping on the toes of giants now
We should take heed of the heat of our speech
What words can one tie into a phrase that can solder your cracked pride?
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4. |
Coming Up For Air
02:53
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Having found a steady path for me
to the course I would adhere
But I'll float above in fantasy
For my are hopes are rooted here
No I won't let them diminish me
Or catch me on the backslide
My eyes are open wide
Just ignore the resentful black sheep
They just want to get up in your hair
Why shouldn't I just go right back to sleep?
Build a castle in the air
No I won't let them diminish me
Or catch me on the backslide
A future fed by contingency
Keeps my eyes all open wide
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5. |
Cartography
05:13
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When the implement has lost it's lead
and the strain on your eyes is setting in
because the swaying room is poorly lit--
You realize now this could get dangerous.
Yeah, well you didn't think the world was flat?
That extra-terrestrials are standing on our backs?
Pin down the stars, the lines and curves, creating maps.
Provide us all with the safest plan to get us back home.
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6. |
Pull The Thread
06:18
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We haven't slept in days.
These bones help carry the weight of my head
My friends are much too weary
We are the dead, and we will not stay buried
for we haven't slept in days
The dawn of ancient worries, now
So live and transmit your two cents
to those who need their consumption of it
Your courage only spills through fingertips!
So please throw your fit, and update us so we'll click it.
In somnamblistic suits and ties do we confide.
Reborn, we're rising again
The silver spoons in our mouths will someday bend
As thorns encircle our heads
We're put to the test, we're wrecked
We've slipped in the mud again
It's coming around here again,and I can start to feel it
planting a seed in my head and work to cultivate
It's coming around here again, and it begins to feel
just like a mental straight jacket.
It's time to pull the thread, and break the bind
Reborn, we're rising again
The silver spoons in our mouths will someday bend
As thorns encircle our heads
We're put to the test, we're wrecked
We've slipped in the mud again
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7. |
The Salts of the Earth
06:49
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We think we are the sun
but we forgot our fathers' fair words
What the present has become
has them spinning in their graves
And a charlatan has proved
that with your eyes closed,
Yes! You too, can rule
a failed state with half a brain-
if you remain one of Culture's slaves
We are just the salts of the earth
Who seem to have lost their savor
We indentify with indolence
And we take things from our neighbors
To hummingbirds and bees
Man is melded as one with the Machine
In the words of wolverines
desecration, our calling- that we disavow
We know, we are just one ticking bomb waiting to explode
But for now, we can just look into our palms
back-lit vanities, they tell us everything!
We are just the salts of the earth
Who seem to have lost their savor
We indentify with indolence
And we take things from our neighbors
We are just the salts of the earth
Who seem to have lost their savor
We identify with ignorance
And we fuck things when we're able
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8. |
Athena's Hill
06:06
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The suspense is killing me
I can hardly wait to see-
The expression on your face
the moment that you realize that your plan had no teeth.
I don't want this, no I won't be hunted anymore
It's time to leave this existential revolving door
Waiting out here in the snow-
it blanketed the needles that cover the forest floor
I desire to know, everything everything, everything, I know there's more...
I don't want this, no I won't be hunted anymore
It's time to leave this existential revolving door!
If it's a game, I hope you've had your fill
My mind you know you spilled, over Athena's Hill
And I abate, yet I remember still...your face
Or have I fallen ill?
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9. |
Dog-Eared Page
06:02
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Splitting an atom where
an extra fine point tip touches the page
So let the artist be the origin
causing human minds to relate and engage
There are explosions to be made!
Let us all take one step back and away
where the leeches of the industry take the stage
and we'll burn this dog-eared page
So please, release yourself
and the energy to defy or else
be thrown onto the stockpile of those
who have lost themselves
You know, that being separate but equal
You know it it can't exist
It's just like how solving an issue by raising a fist won't fly
Let us all take one step back and away
where the leeches of the industry take the stage
and we'll burn this dog-eared page
So please, release yourself
and the energy to defy or else
be thrown onto the stockpile of those
who have lost themselves
So please, release yourself
before you lose yourself..
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10. |
Overgrown
06:07
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I wonder where they go
the roots of a wilting ash
choked in the hands of snow
Why didn't they have a plan?
And it seemed they had no choice
coerced to be interlaced
at the mercy of the tainted soil
I worry that I relate
It seemingly goes on without an end
Constantly yearn for more
My boughs routinely break before they even bend
leaving my judgement at the door
The ivies shift into their cruel
relentless and violent hold
their fury is nearly palpable
So with what I was dealt, I fold
From what I've seen and where I've been
in an endeavor to stay afloat
I'm convinced that she's my heroine
and a tide to lift all boats
It seemingly goes on without an end
Conveinently giving in to my thirst
She wakes me up before my time is spent
with patience never wearing thin
A swift rising tide, set me right
A gem bending light, and she shines
Oh, this whole time, I was thrown-
I've been runnin' around here for years
thinking all that I know was to be running away in fear
This whole time, overgrown-
I've been pullin my roots out for years
thinking I was alone
She was calling my name, oh, calling my name,
but I couldn't hear her, no
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11. |
Broken Clocks
05:45
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Within a cage, and without a care
not a single thought to share
and my nerves are set ablaze
The ink well that I sink or swim in
The canvas that plays hide and seek with my verve;
It remains blank.
It's funny how we want to be uncaged
While we run around and we never act our age
It's a frostbite
It's a cold burn,
like dry ice afflicting your mind
It's a red light when you're on the run
from the dangers of falling behind
I've got a strange and steady sentiment
that there is something that pits against
the intentions of my pen
We walk around with our hands in knots
We're keeping time like a broken clock but
Even so, we are right every now and again
It's that accidental, undesired mark
The feeling of ruining your own art
We are one step away from being
one big ticking clock without a sense of time.
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12. |
Blistered
02:40
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Pantheon San Jose, California
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