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Conception
03:30
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Come and mellow out with me in my room
We can waste time foolishly in my room
Got a grievance if you don’t mind me imposing on you
Since I was young I have believed there was a truth
And I lived lonely with the prophets
Copycat in a suit
A mockingbird reflex I taught myself in youth
Until I heard the lovely dischord of the poets who sing
Of how the prophets and the public are confused
Still they repeat their misconception
An abortion of truth
Salvation swings her hips and walks out of the room
People can’t you see that we’ve been carrying this
For far too long
Always searchin searchin searchin
For a promise
A promise that never was
It’s alright.
I’m sitting quiet on a blue bench again
As kids are guilted into water for their sins
And baby brother will you listen this is where it begins
You’ll get devoured playin in the lions den
And you witnessed this conception
I made in self defense
My slow survival in a costume made of hymns
And just as I am here singing screaming pleadin for you
Open up your eyes
You’ve got nothing to lose
People can’t you see that we’ve been carrying this for far too long
Always scractchin at a problem.
Oh a problem that never was
Its alright.
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2. |
the Double
04:00
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Not long after the suit and the tie were discovered
The mannequins ambushed the clerks.
And paraded away from their shopping malls
And took control of the affairs of the state
There’d be no laughter no love
And no happy ever after
Just to work until the day that you die
You die.
The devil’s on the elevator telling me
How he has ridden up and down
With his mannequin arms and his mannequin legs
He fits right into your capitol town.
He looks as old as the sea
but he can’t be older than me
He says God wanted him a beggar
So he left him his knees.
Devil don’t beg me
Devil don’t beg me
Devil don’t beg me
Not long after sir Newton
Invented the law that brought us all
Falling back down to earth
Oh we gave up on flights
And embraced fears of heights
No more wings to the dreams of our birth.
And all the laughter and love
That rained from above
Is now buried so deep in the ground.
But sister, don’t waste your time
There’s no more gold to be found.
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3. |
Apple of Eden
04:14
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Think of how the apple feels
As it is plucked from its home
It doesn’t leave willingly
But surrenders
But oh how different I have been forever.
I jumped right off of the tree
and into the mouth of a lover
and I was bitten
discarded and dented
naked and alone.
My skin has turned to brown there’s no freshness left
I’m just a rotting piece of meaty flesh
The red ants attack me on the ground
And I scream I wanted to be free
But her lips they seemed so welcoming
Til she spat me out
The seasons had soured us all
There are things that I recall from childhood
Things at one time I was oh so eager to leave
And mother if you’re hearing this I am sorry.
You are the one and only girl
whose heart I’ve broken
That I try to relieve
And pray to God that he can find some way to forgive me
For falling right into her hands
And bringing sin and death all over your world.
My winter is drawing near
The place that I call home
Sheds it autumn tears
Soon I’ll be buried underneath a foot of snow
While the bitter and the sweet colored Christmas lights glow
But I hope that when spring comes
I will shoot
I will sprout
I will reach for the sun
And offer shade to the unwealthy ones
I will give and not receive
I will have become so beautiful.
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5. |
Cain(s) & Crutches
05:16
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They tore down the church in your hometown
And put up a place where all the rich men
go to get poor.
Yeah God don’t live there anymore
It rains all day in the city
And the hookers have no umbrellas
There ain’t no time
They keep forgetting
Cause they’ve got money to make
And happy homes to break.
I used to wake up every morning
Water poured on my face
I had a nightmare I was drowning
You were screaming we’re late
And so I pulled on my clothes
Shoved my feet out the door
Now it’s only canes and crutches
No one runs anymore
And the carpet man put the carpet down
And the furniture maker stuffs a bigger couch
But what you need is a cushion on your toilet seat
Cause you’re full of shit
We’re all full of shit
Hey *$%^#!
I heard your daddy knows
That you can’t keep your legs closed
Uh oh!
Did you forget about the cops
Calling up at the house?
Talking all about the neighbors caught you
Without your blouse
And I knew how you fucked him
More than once before
But I kept my mouth shut
It was our father who called you a whore.
I used to wake up every morning
Water poured on my face
I had a nightmare I was drowning
You were screaming we’re late
And so I pulled on my clothes
Shoved my feet out the door
Now it’s only canes and crutches
No one runs anymore
And the carpet man put the carpet down
And the furniture maker stuffs a bigger couch
But what you need is something that you would value
Oh I got nothing.
Is it lonely on that street corner,
without your umbrella?
When the rain falls down
does it wake you up?
Are you worried that you’re late?
have you had enough?
Cause there’s no need to be a puppet on a string
But we’ve been raised to love this suffering.
So stick around your lion’s den
And get that meat pulled off your bones
And I will offer up the apple and its roots
It’s not what’s asked of me
but it’s all that I can do.
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6. |
Letter to the Monk
03:36
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You walk away from the scene of the crash
With no legitimate scratch
No broken bones
You’re an actor
Oh what you say is coming out in reverse
Oh is that how you rehearsed?
I’m stepping forward you’re falling backwards
Catch yourself with the back of your head
I hope it opens your mind
I hope you feel this on the inside.
And so the first step’s on the wrong path
You got lost
Cause you’re afraid to ask.
You know there’s no going back or retracing your steps
Every move that you make’s a prelude to the next
There is nothing you can do
About the past
Just leave.
I got a letter from the monk today
Saying death is not round trip ticket
You should pack your bags.
Cause you’ll be leaving soon.
You should have told the truth.
But you’ve been walking in a zig zag.
I’m gonna get you on that straight line
here it is.
wooooooooooo!
Once we were men
Fueled by hatred
For ourselves
Our flesh was wasted
Woeful would we undo our deeds
Leashed by sorrow hung from the trees
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7. |
Yellow Fever II
06:13
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My skin is blue
From running out into that cold November night
And after you.
Oh son you shouldn’t hide among the trees
You make me stumble on their roots
But I will fall down when I choose.
I wish you had a pair of roots
I think a home could cure your bullshit blues
I think you know that that’s the truth.
I think you know that that’s the truth.
But I guess you forgot about the night you left
And stole your mother’s car and risked arrest
And how you kept us all worried to death
We’re still worryin
We’re still worryin
About the life you chose
The road you took
And how it all sounds lifted from a book
But one that left us out
And called us crooks
You’re love’s a thievery and you refuse to see
Don’t you decapitate me boy
If you’re gonna put words in my mouth
Put ‘em like I would.
Do you stop to think of what you’ve done anymore?
When you’re living your life out on the run?
Cause you left me out there on that cold November night
I just want the warmth back from my son,
from my son.
Say it’s your birth
But it’s an adoption of what some men were
And now you’re tailgating that hearse
And you’ll follow that cab
Like a rich man’s purse
Or the woman that you love
Oh but women only deal in handcuffs.
If I cut you don’t call it permanent
If I run right out the door into the winter’s wind
Cause my shame moves to heart and begs me to repent
But my pride pulls at my legs and it’s my legs that win.
And I will hang you from this hook
like every problem that I have.
I will give you yellow fever,
dress your children up in body bags.
Go tell the world that you’ve been born
And now you will not run when you smell that storm
You’re gonna stick right to your guns
But you’ve got shaky hands and a burning tongue
And all you ever spoke were lies
So when the rain comes down
we won’t let you inside.
Yeah when it finally falls no one wants you.
Do you stop to think of what you’ve done?
When you’re living your life out on the run?
Cause you left me out there on just one too many nights
I just want the warmth back from my love,
From my…
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8. |
Arson
03:42
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Another late night I come in
Smoke choking my lungs
Sweet and easy it calms me right down
Oh the old skin is peeling the cracks in the ceiling
convert and the world spins around.
Now the lions are preying on children for truth
and they’ll fatten them up with some guilt
Oh the fathers of future devoured in water
Have died and the past is the proof.
Set this tented top on fire
Sings the three ring circus choir
Oh the moon is no excuse
for the daylight that we desire.
See the tightrope walkers fall to their death
see the crowd follows along
while the choir strikes up
with a song of praise
here the dead men have no tongues
don’t speak up!
But all the mothers of the clowns like me
Who take this as a joke,
wish their little boys would leave the pigs alone
and finally make the trip back home.
The puppet finds himself enslaved with us
in carnival chains.
He begs our maker to forgive his past
See yesterday he was a tree in the presence of Eve
home of the apple that begot god’s wrath.
But from creation he was framed
His fate was set in place
Sometimes the Devil does a righteous task.
But me I’ll put my pretty things inside my lovers case
And I will sleep well when the day is done
Because I’ve stood outside the tent and what an empty space
Oh what a reason to stay on the run.
Because we’ve all been blamed
Even some ashamed
Held in the fire all for what we lack.
There are no breadcrumbs through the woods
I’m just a son no pretty prodigal
My lightning strikes all over the southeast
The clouds come ruin the carnival.
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9. |
Birth
05:36
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Hey momma,
do you still drop to your knees at night and pray for me?
Oh don’t wear a hole in the floor of your new house.
I know this life’s been bad on you.
I don’t make it any easier the awful truth
so when you go to sleep at night
I hope your dreams tell you lies.
I hope you see a little boy without murder in his eyes.
And I hope the sun don’t come too soon.
Its one more day,
one more day that we lose.
So please don’t worry over me.
I just pull up my collar when I feel that winter’s breeze
So sadly, I guess that this is different
than what was planned.
It’s just that I’m so small
to get behind your big pulpit stand.
And I know that this makes you love me less
cause if it didn’t then its love
that you would confess.
No it’s the sins that I make that you put on parade.
Where is the love that you gave?
It’s all I need to be saved.
So please don’t worry over me.
I just pull up my collar when I feel that winter’s breeze
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Daniel Clarke
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Josh Samuels
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