1. |
Conquer Din
02:52
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She's so ecclesiastically alone
She's out to undermine our law
And so iconoclastically she calls
All to find a finer God
When bitter days have all but gone
She'll go berate a real decoy
She'll know who knows who mauled the pawn
To slate another seal devoid
I wonder if you'll ever know
I'm asking you to let me in
Where everything so clearly
Shows us how a simple love begins.
Shows us how love begins
She's so perfected,detected out past last night
Attracting me to her in your
Prime time tolling at her behest
While you elude a true accord
I wonder if you'll ever know
I'm asking you to let me in
Where everything so clearly
Shows us how a simple love begins.
Shows us how love begins
'Cause she understands a pivot
Points that burn
Our anointing of shifting tides
I see she's spun around to see it
In between
In plain sight where every thing's seen
As the likeness of oak is gleaned
From a seed
She's uniquely so brilliant inside
I mean it
She's everything she needs
So complete
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2. |
Amends
03:28
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It was sunny out when I went under
In a dream I made all my amends
So funny how we folks fall over
No shoulder to cry or drive upon
Sincerely eyeing our solid waste
Where racism takes no time at all
In a dream I made amends
Made up all my amends
In a dream I made amends
Made up all my amends
So silent when I sat with your lover
No comfort hovered over anymore
I swore I threw up arms at any harms
Alarmed knowing I knew you at all
In a dream I made amends
Made up all my amends
In a dream I made amends
Made up all my amends
I found no fight, no interior light
Boys heading right to no-man’s land
It was mother’s day
When the bleeding stopped
The radio copped the limelight
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3. |
Everybody Here
03:06
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She’s cooler than almost everybody here
Her swagger’s gone stagger her whiskey to beer
But the most frightening thing to my lady, my dear
Is bewitching gentlemen sipping her fear
The citizens have enjoyed its sweet taste for a while
The lavish, the simple, the salesmen, and the smile
Now we all so willingly leap in a pile
Fail thinking once
About jumping the stile
When twice does it to you
Just smile
Non, non, il se trompe
Je ne suis pas la victime ici
Ce sont eux mes proies
Je suis prête. Je suis prête.
The circus is leaving I must catch my ride
There’s room with the freaks they protect me to hide
All my jewels from the princess who near ‘came my bride
And the secrets I told her from deeper inside
Like the man with plaid holds all the secrets, the secrets to fame
It’s all about sounding important, a right rhythmic name
That the public embraces and chases as hunters to game
As a symbol of value
Their worldview to frame
So simple it throws you away
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4. |
Love & Sense
02:09
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Fear, fact and fiction
You’re apt to give
Love indecision
Death a will to live
Free from relations
We could never be
Without any nations
Without any need
Sense so nearly lost
Where love’s inhumed
Mining ether’s ore
Out as we’re exhumed
Blind date to save us
And our will to see
Mass dereliction
In apology
Have we gotten to the point where making love
Have we gotten to the point where making love
Have we gotten to the point where making love
Where making love and making sense is so wrong?
Dear catastrophe
How did we beget
Our heart atrophied
Head obsessed of threat
Free us from violence
Our failure to suss
A homicidal silence
Dividing all of us
Have we gotten to the point where making love
Have we gotten to the point where making love
Have we gotten to the point where making love
Where making love and making sense is so wrong?
This query is not so rhetorical
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5. |
Embodied
03:22
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This one’s for unshaken resolve
In truth as it moves from your lips
Undone and awaken, committed, untaken
Free as it flies off your hips
This one’s for the sound in your voice
Of reason as wonder releases
A sigh in its comfort, where no hurt
Is free to just do as it pleases
This one’s for beauty not abused
By those who take for granted
A life to the point of failure to anoint
Grace when it’s right where they planted
This one’s for you
Embodied in brilliance
This one’s for untainted vision
In what you embrace to survive
Where needing and growing
Then acting in knowing
Make you feel more than alive
This one’s for your vicissitude
For you as you are tonight
The way you’re undone
Undoubtedly one
Who will make it all right
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6. |
Taskery
03:08
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Incomplete
Distracted to compete
With the urgency of defeat
Back to task
Needn't have to ask
Escaped the sun in which to bask
Control
I'm out of that
Compete to distract
Project the completion
Of this project of mine
If I could only
Find the time
Procrastination
And a sub-sonic whine
Do nothing as means
And mean nothing except to me
Just help to build the sty
Control
I'm out of that
Compete to distract
Selfishly
Project my loathing
Forcing inactivity
What I need
One with task-mastery
My motivation to see
An end to this taskery
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7. |
Sarabot
03:51
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As one I fall
Into the Earth
Came out as (love) one
From (love) one
At least I had fun
When I was there
However weird
Forever free
Like shows and homes
Friends around
Upstairs and down
Don’t be sad
I have been coming round
To see you
Your band rocks
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8. |
Bated Breath
05:05
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Throw away your paper cups
Throw away this glass
Throw away the boxes
Throw away you past
Throw away your household
Throw away your town
Throw away community
Throw out your sound
Throw away your lessons
Throw away respect
Throw away your consciousness
Throw out the alphabet
Throw away your music
Throw away your soul, it’s old
Throw away duende
Throw out rock and roll
Throw away the present
Throw away good news
Throw away humanity
Throw away the blues
Throw away your future
Throw away your hope
Throw away your premises
Slipping down the slope
So precious in our lives
And absent in our death
So bent on breaking hives
And breeding bated breath
Throw away your leaders
Throw away your laws
Throw away your justice
Throw away your cause
Throw away your rights and
Throw away your sight
Throw away your birthdays
Throw away goodnight
Throw away reality
Throw away your dreams
Throw away illusion
Throw away what seems
So precious in our lives
And absent in our death
So bent on breaking hives
And breeding bated breath
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The Hotwalls Detroit, Michigan
Four people with disparate tastes coming together together to make their own brand of indie-power-pop. The structures, both melodic and dynamic, are firmly rooted in their love of live performance...and you can hear it!
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