1. |
You People
03:29
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Why do you sit so still
we should be burning our houses
and running to the hills
Why do you sit so still
we should be fetching the horses
but do what you will
I swear you people
I swear you fucking people
Why do you sit so still
they will be tearing through the streets
and counting their kills
Why do you sit so still
they will be carrying crosses
and breaking down walls
I swear you people
I swear you fucking people
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2. |
House Tea
03:23
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There are those who fear the heat of a fire
there are those who quiver at the tip of a knife
but no pain is worse than the touch of desire
it is quiet and clever
The dryad that lures men into the wood
the hunger for power
the wolf's eyes on the face of a vicar
when he tells your daughter to always be good
It is quiet and clever it is quiet and clever
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3. |
Gerry
03:17
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Driving past these black streets crying
you lay heavy in the backseat
When I feel my sadness creeping
I wait for your ghost beneath the sheets
Come back to me from the night
Wipe the long days from my eyes
The beat on the radio the speed
racing with you to the light
When I feel my sadness creeping
I only think of how you smiled
Come back to me from the night
Wipe the long days from my eyes
Time goes so slow and we wait alone
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4. |
ISO 100
05:20
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I stood watching as you
sang between the blaring
of the horns and sirens
my mouth left wide open
from your silent statements
your spiteful suggestions
your deft punctuations
you stared out at nothing
nothing stopped to listen
but the dirt and pigeons
knew your name
the hairs on the back of my neck standing
standing at attention a standing ovation
I stood watching as you
sang between the blaring
of the horns and sirens
my mouth left wide open
from your silent statements
your spiteful suggestions
your deft punctuations
prophet to the bodies
floating on indifference
past this dim train station
but you sang relentless
words of understanding
quiet understanding
of this quiet unrest
the hairs on the back of my neck standing
standing at attention a standing ovation
I stood watching as you
sang between the blaring
of the horns and sirens
my mouth left wide open
from your silent statements
your spiteful suggestions
your deft punctuations
I stood watching
as you sang between the blaring
of the horns and sirens
but you sang relentless
words of understanding
quiet understanding
of this quiet unrest
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5. |
Lips
03:49
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I turn to face my lover
to touch her skin
as grey as the bed covers
Not dead but not living
She touches my cheek withering
a line of red seeping through
not dead not living
I turned to face my lover we lay together all summer
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6. |
Lorax
05:46
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If we walked together once
I don’t remember
was it down a quiet road
sometime in November
(we built gardens from our machinations our tired conversations strewn across the fallen leaves our dreams mingled with our vomit and our trails of cigarettes as we watched daylight recede)
now we pace around the ruins
my head on your shoulder once
waiting on the weather
if we walked together once
I dont remember
(now we mourn the loss of golden hours all the time devoured blue and shaking in the cold)
might as well admit the time has come to quit
time to taste the wounds that i've come to inflict
now we pace around the ruins
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7. |
Quatro Quatro
05:37
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I stood outside your house resigned to wait to wait to wait
the mist flowed from the mouths of the sentinels at your gates
their teeth a row of knives their eyes sent chills across my bones
I drew a breath of smoke to keep my mind awake awake
the trees themselves had arms outstretched the wind seemed to sing praises
inside you were a gracious host to those who barely knew you
and I remained contented to know your warmth from the windows
I stood outside your house resigned to wait to wait to wait
the mist flowed from the mouths of the sentinels at your gates
their teeth a row of knives their eyes sent chills across my bones
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8. |
Straddling The Fence
03:45
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9. |
Bird Watching
04:18
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The earth still smelled of fire when I rode home from the war
and the trees were twisted spires in this forest I felt my heart sink
I knew these parts I knew these parts
If tomorrow bread and butter find their way into my throat
I'll thank the indecision of a god I am to owe
useless to hide in the fields
useless to rely on birds
useless to hide in the fields
I'll go make my sacrifice
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10. |
Le Gorille
04:33
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Musical O Manila, Philippines
Musical O is driven by the pursuit of the discovery, growth and fulfillment that come with making music. It is a unit formed by the union of five different minds sharing a similar goal. The members believe that the band and its music, which is ever changing, is better heard than read about. ... more
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