1. |
Moving Song
00:55
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I wake up at three o’clock,
Witness to every endless hour
I exist; it’s simple, clear
Wading out to find I’m without harbor
But inside,
I look around and find the difference in your eyes
Moving still
Away, away, away
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2. |
Attaboy
03:36
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Gnash your teeth and wade out
That’s a boy, real slow
Cast your die and rain down
The moving eye is slow
Move so slow I can’t go on like this I’ll bow instead
Under this weight I’ll break my back
Headstrong, I’ve had my fill, I’ve drank that cup, I’ve shed that skin.
They’ll leave me bruised and stained. I bled on canvas all I am.
Just leave her lying there in the ground,
Asphyxiated, retrograde
Well I know, I know
The water’s deep, just leave her drowning there
There’s plenty of these renegade games for little girls to play.
Well I don’t want to rain on your parade
But I will do anything to be on top again
Without you…
If only for a little while…
After the rain comes down and washes away the crows
I’ll eat.
Earth, she cradles all her secrets.
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3. |
An Easy Drudgery
03:00
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Oh goddamn, they got one over on me
Another day ... just take it easy
Oh goddamn, they tear it all away in jagged little strips
Don’t be so greedy.
Why can’t you just be?
Everyday they throw it all away in search of something more
Bland and sleazy,
Don’t think that I don’t know what floats their little ships
Oh goddamn, another one wastes away
Life could be easy
Why can’t you see?
They’re getting over on you
Like they always do.
(Just take it easy.)
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4. |
Stirrings
02:09
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5. |
The Water's Edge
03:15
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I falter, yeah I crumble
Addicted enough you hold on
Well I hope you will learn to walk away...
Another cop in the park; you’re cold and empty.
Another shot in the dark, and your bag is empty.
So you’ll partake no more...
They take sides, I’m just humbled
Forsaken again, I won’t shout
Cause I know we all walk the water’s edge...
So no more pats on the back; you’re cold and empty.
No more strolls in the park; your cup is empty.
So you’ll take part in this life no more.
We’re all lost in the dark, so cold and empty everyday.
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6. |
Wet Clay
03:15
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Wandering now through this grim facade
All alone among the walking dead
Their lives unfold, so visceral
wet clay
Now what do you think about that?
Words can’t express how it feels.
So get on with it
And make tracks in the sand
The need consumes us all.
And no we are not strong
The dream is hidden from view
And the ones who held hope
Have all but blown away
All engulfed in sentimental fare
Teaming now with artificialities
Their wings unfold, they’re softly lulled
away
Now what do you know about that?
Words, they don’t come.
You get over it.
It makes sense, if you will it.
The dream divulged, dissolves.
And though we are not there
The dream is waiting for you
On the opposite shore
So swim away my dear...
And when we get there
The dream, I’ll share it with you
And then how does it go?
It goes, it goes away.
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7. |
Waist Deep
02:36
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Waist deep in sludge now, wake up!
Open your eyes and waste not.
I’ll crawl inside of you, a robber at a feast
I’ll make the most of this perpetual release
Go down inside and waste not
Your time, your tears
You’ll find out this is no way out,
the way down.
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8. |
Drift Away
02:01
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The years, and look how they’ve got away
Lookin’ back, what have you got now?
It’s blown away...
All your hopes, anxieties
Exonerated, chastised
Resign to bleed.
You raise the blade, you cut there
That they might see
Society just sits there
Gagged and bound, the whore
Again.
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9. |
A Spider's Lot
04:10
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I have to admit, I’m leaving you again.
A short repose to sharpen knives
Everyday brings more.
Regress,
Absorb
Relationships.
I’m gonna get over it, with you, without you
I’m going to go through with this
Face down in the mud, into the fall I go,
convulsing.
Their phony magistrate knows how to make the prophecies unfold.
They’ll go cavorting, with me, without me.
I have to confess, I’ve no faith.
A god with claws, beady eyes
No surprise...
Here we fall, heaven for a drone
I’ll go headlong, no glory
With you, without you
I know we’ve grown apart
Well God only knows
My cold heart
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10. |
A Spider's Lot (Reprise)
00:53
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Bow down, this weary head
For empty stairways.
Ave veritus.
Alathea!
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11. |
Skin & Alibis
02:35
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You’ve got skin and weepy eyes
And you’ve enough gall to paint an alibi.
You can’t win, don’t even try.
Get up, get down;
We’re not through with you.
You don’t waiver, always burning away,
alive
With no savior, we just twist in the wind,
out to tide.
The tide pulls out!
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12. |
Oblivion
02:19
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'Been dead for weeks
Complete oblivion
Alone, and thus suspect
Gave up on clarity
In time, release
An everyday life out of mind
Forlorn, now obfuscate:
I don’t feel anything.
Moving so slow
Existing only out of spite
Moving under again
Moving only to forget
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13. |
Binding Games
04:04
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To those who walk the tightrope
And worship precision,
These cloying pangs
`Must have been a strange guy,
High up on his horse’
That he rode away ...
Wanting in a strange world
Of frigid concessions
Her back against the same wall,
A morbid obsession
These binding games
Hurts to feel the same way
Cry all that you want that she come away from there ...
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14. |
A Sign of the Times
03:36
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They’re waiting for secrets untold
An icon cast in stone
Another radiant petal exposed
Now watch it wilt and fold
I want to believe you
I suppose it’s a sign of the times
Their eyes bleed and they convulse
Don’t speak of convalescent urges that they can’t escape
I’ve grown a heavy heart
Now here’s a mirror you can take for what you fucking think
I want to believe you
I suppose it’s a waste of my time
I want to dissect you
I suppose it’s a sign of the times ...
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