1. |
Faultlines
05:35
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feel the faultlines
underneath the wave
stone shakes to my
earlier mistakes
when the seafloor breaks
then the water will obey
oh, there's a shoreline
finding my pride
if love is alright
feel the faultlines
underneath the wave
private coastline
quietly awaits
with the seawalls from my
earlier mistakes
oh, there's a shoreline
finding my pride
if love is alright
if I find my pride
if love is alright
if love is alright
if I find my pride
if I find my pride
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2. |
Fuse
04:31
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I woke alone at noon
tongues had fumbled through
last night's words and you
were long gone right on cue
but no that's not the truth
we lay lying like fools
I missed my train with you
too far gone to choose
don't lie there
don't light the line
don't lie there
don't lie, don't lie
I woke to a scene from my youth
tongues that taste like truth
and words useless and obtuse
and eyes that shine in spite of abuse
don't lie there
don't light the line
don't lie there
don't lie, don't lie
don't lie there
don't light the line
don't lie there
don't lie, don't lie
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3. |
The Fold
04:18
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coca-cola out in space
roman candles for my gun
picture puzzles I create
put together just for fun
in the world I felt no weight
brought me closer to the sun
flaming serpent I create
as a counter for the nothing at all
the fold I am in
is opening
so the dark was a farce
but I'm blinded just the same
in your arms I felt the weight
like a husky in the heat
broke the bottle of our faith
in the mouth of the machine
the arms I'm in
have been folding
and my heart fell apart
when my mind broke in
diet coke way out in space
yankee candles in the sun
off with the muzzle on my face
on to the puzzle we've become
the fold I am in
is opening
and there is light beyond the light
as it was when we first came
so the dark was just a farce
but I'm blinded just the same
yeah, the dark was a farce
but I'm blinded just the same
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4. |
The Newer Idol
05:12
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broken, fed, and clothed
and on the road
towards the beds and homes
that you know the most
smoke set in your clothes
and in your bones
alone, in line towards
the modern host
of all your hopes
and it's our live-streaming silo
the newer idol
punish me in full
and free the ghost
I'll pick up and pull
on holy ropes
grab and feel the burn
on the skin of your palms
drop it and return
to the modern pulse
of all your hopes
oh, the cold one, the cold one
oh, the doldrum
oh, the forum, the forum
the cold one
and it's our live streaming silo
the new idol
finally in control
of what we know
central in the world
just to stay afloat
flex like a pope
and then eat your words
a message in a code
the modern ghost
of all our hopes
and all the poems
that they compose
are just like robes
that clothe a living corpse
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I'll find you then
oh, my brother
oh, my friend
I will owe it for the fights
that you could not win
undersized, please understand
I will owe it for the fights
that I'll get in
with our mother
about everything
brooding away from
a notion, a nation
all of this in our own home
I'll see in your head
lonesome brother
oh, my dear friend
you've yet to learn to fight
like a man
just through a punch
you'll understand
I never knew the fight
inside them
full of love
and means and ends
brooding away from
a notion, a nation
all of this in our own home
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6. |
Spangled Spirit
04:36
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here
we get along
but spirit,
it's pulling my arm
heading on, on, on, on
holding back the words
heading to where I hold out
I can't cross on
into open arms
faced with all the fallout
and what's beyond
gotta know my
god I don't know why
gotta know my
god I don't know why
gotta know my...
gotta know my...
holding less, of course,
now that I have thrown out
my love, my love
and seeing as I'm a ghost
I'm keeping up a close count
of what I lost
gotta know my
god I don't know why
gotta know my
god I don't know why
gotta know my...
gotta know my...
heading on, on
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