1. |
The Summer
03:13
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Those seasons gone by so quick?
Good riddance
Thoughts as light as the breeze
Dreams fucked beyond my own belief
Guess I haven’t grown wise beyond these wasted years
And still the wheel spins round and round
But I’m not destined for sky
And I’m not destined for the dirt in the ground
It’s going to rain
For the next seventeen days
But I’m already drenched through to the skin
With this sick sick feeling that
I am never going to see you again
Trying to hold it together
But it all slips right though my fingers
Fuck. The. Summer
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2. |
Mouth
01:41
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You turn your head and all I see is that mouth
Furrowed brows, tongue drooping on the teeth of that mouth
Lockjaw unexpected surprise
Innocent blue green eyes wide
Open for all to see
Don’t you see that mouth?
Don’t you see?
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3. |
The Epidemic
03:46
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*NOT ABOUT COVID-19! WRITTEN WAY BEFORE THAT ABOUT THE FRUSTRATION OF THE HUMAN ADDICTION TO STARING AT A PHONE SCREEN. ALL DAY AND NIGHT!*
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
Is Here!
On The Bus, On The Train
On The Street, It's All The Same
People Around, Left And Right
People Around, Dead Inside
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
Is Here!
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
Fucking Surreal!
She's On The Train
She's On The Ground
You Only See
Your Fucking Screen
She's Gonna Die
You Won't Help
Keep Swiping Your Screen
And Burn In Hell
On The Bus, On The Train
On The Street, It's All The Same
People Around, Left And Right
People Around, Dead Inside
The Epidemic
The Epidemic
The Epidemic (The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died)
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
Your Reality Is Fake
Your Reality Is Fake
Reality Is Fake
Reality Is Fake
Reality Is Fake
Reality Is Fake
Reality Is Fake
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
The Epidemic!
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The Phone
The Screen
Society's Enemy
The Spirit
The Soul
Ruined
Alone
The Phone
The Screen
Society's Enemy
The Spirit
The Soul
Ruined
Alone
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died (The Epidemic!)
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died (The Epidemic!)
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died (The Epidemic!)
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died (The Epidemic!)
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The World That You Live In Is The World That Fucking Died
The World...IS FUCKED!
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4. |
Great, Just Great
02:02
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And they’re strewn across the floor again,
Brown and red all mixed together,
People say it can’t be happening,
But I’ve gone and done it.
Can it be my time has come?
Has the mighty hand picked me?
Could it be it’s really happening?
It’s really fucking happening...
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5. |
The Swamp
02:17
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Everyone looking for the quick fix
Never speaking out, just digging their ditch
You say “all lives matter”
While you stand and divide
Under your black and grey flags
And your painted blue lines
It’s our history, this inheritance
Are we just another generation raised on knee jerk class bred racist hate
Your framing, so convenient but you can’t square it away
Your framing, so convenient but you can’t square it away
What did you say?
You said you wanted to pull the plug
And get down to the mud
But the swamp is you
The swamp is you
The swamp is you
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6. |
Risen (Again)
05:06
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You waited your whole life
It’s all come down to this
The savior of your people
Risen
Rebranded again
Tossing red meat from the top of the tower
Escalated to the top of your list
Risen
Rebranded again
What's lacking in your faith
Is made up for in rage
Misguided and misplaced
Tailored to trigger the bliss
Of that parallel reality you cling so tightly to
So now what?
So now no need to white-wash your white pride
Cause (apparently) there’s fine people on both sides
And I’m sorry but just because he says it out loud
(Blowing that whistle)
Does not make it some grand unspoken truth
(No moral equivalency)
Now it’s all right out in the daylight
Torches
Pulling back the curtain
Clicking our heels
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7. |
The Bats!
02:39
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The bats are out at last
Well they’ve been sleeping
It’s been cold
Living in the caves
Blanketed by snow
Well it’s been sleeping
They’ve been cold
You understand
I’ll never know so
The bats are flying low
Sitting in the yard
Playing my guitar
A black flapping shadow
Swooped into my face
Standing in the yard
Now sprinting to the house
Black flapping shadow
Blindly feed in peace
Sitting in the yard
Playing my guitar
A black flapping shadow
Swooped into my face
Standing in the yard
Sprinting to the house
Black flapping shadow
Blindly leave me in peace
The bats are out at last
Bat borne virus
Infecting all the humans
From six thousand miles across this planet
But the bats in my face
Are not from Wuhan
They are homegrown
The caves of Devils Footprint
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8. |
Self-Doubt
03:35
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The self
Soaked in self-doubt
Energy
Squandered just to keep you at bay
A whirlwind
Of hubris and medicine
Life ticks
Life ticks by
Until it’s out of time
Disease of conceit
Or sickness and shame
Things we all do
To stay the same
Conversations keep repeating
We’re lying to ourselves
I’m lying to you
We self-diagnose our own self dread
Taught to keep everything in
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9. |
Spirit Has Stalled
03:21
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At a crossroads between
Alleviation and revelry
Paths that seem both definite
And defining
We sit here across the stream
Visibly tainted with gasoline
You knew we still had time
Said we should tend to the light
I was so burnt out and wound up tight
Six months down the line
A little clearer in mind
Let’s try to stoke that fire
Burn it bright
At least we could say we made it baby
Or at least we could say we tried
And I’m not prepared to say, but
Sometimes my spirit stalls
Sometimes its sprinting
I’m not prepared to say, but
All feelings are fleeting and these just are piquing
I’m not prepared to say
Sometimes my spirit stalls
Sometimes its sprinting
I’m not prepared to say, but
My soul is fleeing and yours is enduring
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10. |
From on High
03:46
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Infinitely scroll these familiar walls
The rain is howling
Its echo
Rings out the night
The summer sun
Won’t recede its tide
We all feel safe upon our mountain
Free from the flood below
Where we can feast upon
The banquet of how we perceive ourselves
And we can try to protect the foundation
But the sandbags will not take
Soon enough we will
All be under the lake
What do you take away
From everything?
Tonight, I’ll sit and watch the rain
We are constantly receiving all of our needs
Why does it take the clouds to see?
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11. |
To Be Alone With You
01:46
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Driving in the median on the wrong side of the road
I signal police to politely leave me alone
See, I got places to go
And twenty-five miles an hour ain’t gonna get me there fast enough
I’m heading home
To be alone with you
Just you and me
Ain’t that the way it oughta be?
Ain’t that the way it oughta be?
People feed me their line
Drag me down into their life
I shrug it off all day
Why do they think I care?
I’m just two ears for them
I know where I need to be
Alone with you
Just you and me
Aint that the way it oughta be?
Yeah
Aint that the way it oughta be?
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12. |
Burn Barrel
03:46
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Imagine a thing out back where you can put all your shit from the day before. All rubbish and waste, like feelings of guilt and shame. Most of it burns, but some remains, chopping you down til you are reduced to one bad decision that you made ten years ago when you still lived at home and you had no fucking idea just how hot it needs to burn til there’s nothing left inside...
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13. |
Never Said
02:15
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All we are is looking in the mirror
Longing for that long-lost feeling
Poison inclinations we all deal in
Do we pull or push away?
Pull or push away?
Memory is a funhouse mirror
Reflections always comeback distorted
No matter trying to explain it away
Don’t you know it’s all the same?
All you’ll see is the glass half empty
I never said (though I could never remember)
I never said (I thought I knew better)
I never said I fucking knew a way out of this shit
(So for now)
Center
Body
Still
It all spirals around you
Look in
Breathe out
In
Out
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14. |
Useless Ruminations
02:06
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I don’t know what I’m still doing here
Illusionless, I’ve grown so unamused
Like a chainless sprocket
Going through the motions
Racing around and not getting anywhere
I could never make out what I wanted to say
It was just buried down
Swallowed from all the light
But all that time
We weren’t fading away
It just got so fucking dark
I just lost sight
But I can say all that papers been shed
And I shed the shell of my former self
These useless ruminations fade into fresh intention
That water used to be so muddy
But now
It’s clear
Clear as it’s ever been
And I
Wont
Fuck up again
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