1. |
Remedy
04:56
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Ain’t no remedy
Just a ghost in the pine
For you’re lost and lonely
Cost a ration for some ease of mind
Cloud walker sleepin’ in sound
Drifting better in the ether
Drinking from your cauldron cast in disbelief
A play of weathered worlds
Credit: Day to day
Cause: Been caught layin’ awake
Ain’t no remedy
Just a ghost in the pine
For you’re lost and lonely
Cost a ration for some ease of mind
Might be late to the calling of the gathering storm
Ain’t sure when but I’ve lost the bet, now
Battered and worn, battered and worn
Just a figure to follow
A father just an image in the burning coal
Where oh where in the fuck’d yah go
Ain’t no remedy
No, no remedy
For a son caught in violence
Orders from the tyrant
Must pillage the village
Pleadin’ for a way of peace
Cloud walker sleepin’ in sound
Drifting better in the ether
Drinking from your cauldron cast in disbelief
A play of weathered worlds
Credit: Day to day
Cause: Been caught layin’ awake
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2. |
Parenthood
04:13
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I fell in love with a girl back home
She said I wish, but I cannot go
Her mother told her dear
He’s a bad influence
She has my eyes and my spirit
Well I’ve always wished to father a child
To watch as they grow up and watch them retire
But as they grow
So does their mind
I do not wish them a mind of mine
It’s okay to get lost and it’s okay to dream
To get thrown in jail
For what you believe
But dear please know
Your mother was right
I don’t know how to raise a child
They would end up
Quite like me
Lost in heart on the stormy sea
Anchor please
My dear anchor quick
If you do not anchor we’re going to tip
And we will not fall to the rocks nor the waves
Just get lost in limbo
Washed away
We will not fall to the coral reef
Just get lost in limbo
Shipwrecked by the thief
Lost in limbo
Lost and shipwrecked
Now it’s okay to study the jungles tombs
Or die by the hands of your lovers bones
But dear please know
Your mother was right
I don’t know how to raise a child
That’s why I wish
To father an adult
To watch as they notice
Their life’s remote
They will have kids just to make it through
But I do not wish them the minds of me and you
Oh, I do not wish, I do not wish
Oh, I do not wish them the minds of me and you
Oh, I do not wish, I do not wish
Oh, I do not wish them the minds of me and you
Do not wish
No I do not wish
I do not wish them the minds of me and you
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3. |
Cold Love
05:35
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Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Might be the caution in the wind
While this air that you breathe
To thin
Names spoken from a costume
Clever mind not all, not mine at all
And I’ll stay hidden from the id in the mirror
Wrap my nerves round a burning shelf
Keep my fear, keep my fear
For somebody else
For somebody else
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Might not oh might not know how
To calm these thoughts from coming out
Seems I’ve soured my tongue from the phrases I’ve sung
Caught in the spin of roughing it out
I’ll stay hid from the id in the mirror
Wrap my nerves round a burning shelf
Oh keep my fear, keep my fear
For somebody else
For somebody else
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
But I’ll stay warm
In this splintered home
With a feeling I’ll regret
Just a way to be reborn
The cost of it
May be a life long debt
I’ll bear it for awhile
Oh I’ll bear it for a little while
Oh I’ll bear it for a while
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
Cold love, cold love’ll straighten me out
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4. |
Limbo
04:18
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What’s a question that you ask
A man from the past
Does he know how to love
Does he know how to drink
Does he know how to talk to fast
There’s a dame in the corner
And her eyes, here eyes are made of glass
Causality’s the key
For a business man in white
Doesn’t know the color of death
Or maybe he’s okay with getting blood on the lids of his eyes
There’s a women in back
Who’s chest in painted black
He’s in disguise
Ain’t nothin’ wrong
With a dreamin’ whore
Just be weary my friend and run, run for the door
Cause she’ll fake your reasons
Pollute your soul
Keep your dead ass
Stuck in la, la, limbo
This lamp is to tall
To illuminate her steps
She’s walkin’ in a tomb of self induced disrespect
She ain’t got time to find her meaning
She’ll lay with you for yours
Yellow decays
The eyes of a man stuck in a gaze
Lost in his wilderness
Stiff from the pain
Every line’s another reason
Reason to remain
Ain’t nothin’ wrong
With a dreamin’ whore
Just be weary my friend and run, run for the door
Cause she’ll fake your reasons
Pollute your soul
Keep your dead ass
Stuck in la, la, limbo
Ain’t nothin’ wrong
With a dreamin’ whore
Just be weary my friend and run, run for the door
Cause she’ll fake your reasons
Pollute your soul
Keep your dead ass
Stuck in la, la, limbo
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5. |
Drinking Song
05:36
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Once I need you
I’ll never behave
Take a line from the pages of the books that you say
If I slip my speech out of turn
I’ll be buried in the bushes with the stray cats
I’ll learn
Sometimes
It must have been my mistake
Rust in the bills
Doesn’t matter my skills
I’ll be back tomorrow
Got one up, lord
If I’m a suffering man
I’ll still be carried home
You can keep your cruel belief
Deep down with that money you eat
As hard as it may seem
I’m still coming home clean
I’m in love with the woman I borrow
From this world I’ve kept her from
Just her sweet embrace’ll keep me straight
On a twenty four hour run
But somewhere I need to find separate sleep
To escape the lies of my selfish keep
I need a rest from her protest
Of all the lies I swear I’d regret
Once I need you
I’ll never behave
Take a line from the pages of the books that you say
If I slip my speech out of turn
I’ll be buried in the bushes with the stray cats
I’ll learn
Sometimes I might have been out of my mind
Suffering through cycles of haze in my eye
Dazed like the mornings of days I was certain
You’d wake to me beating the heart of this withering ghost
That’s apart of this life I have choked
A keepsake to the me
I have spoke
Must have been my mistake
You can keep your cruel belief
Deep down with that money you eat
As hard as it may seem
I’m still coming home clean
I’m in love with the woman I borrow
From this world I’ve kept her from
Just her sweet embrace’ll keep me straight
On a twenty four hour run
But somewhere I need to find separate sleep
To escape the lies of my selfish keep
I need a rest from her protest
Of all the lies I swear I’d regret
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6. |
Mr. Jailer
04:14
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Hey Mr. Jailer
Lets have some fun
Oh, I’m stuck behind these bars
I’m stuck without a gun
Please Mr. Jailer
Please bring it on
I seen them children playin’
Outside through my window
With a rifle in their arms
And hate in their eyes
Please Mr. Jailer
I’m seeing headlights
You better count your card
You better count ‘em quick
There’s a pistol under the table
And a man with a twitch
Oh Mr. Jailer
I ain’t going with
There’s a war through these walls
That I must attend
Just go down the road
Turn around the bend
Oh Mr. Jailer
I bid you adieu
You can meet me in the brothel
In a year or two
I’ll be playin’ for the whores
And a bottle of booze
Oh Mr. Jailer
Life is up to you
How do you put a man in concrete
When you have never walked a day in his feet
Oh, Mr. Jailer
How does it feel
Do you judge a man by the look in his eye
Or how he swings his hips to the midnight sky
Oh, Mr. Jailer
Do you even know her name
Oh, Mr. Jailer
What a crying shame
Have you ever seen the world Mr. Jailer
Beyond your Cadillac
Do you drive down the road Mr. Jailer
Never looking back
Mr. Jailer do you use
People as your tools
Your going to die
A narcissistic fool
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7. |
Stillborn Stiletto
09:07
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Motion lays, still she waves
On call, for the war parade
Step, step shoulders back
Carry all your caskets stacked
Gold silent, gold mystique
Majesty, majesty
Pervert your walk
Straight line strut and speak
Stillborn Stiletto
Oh, your born to weak
Gone sitting on a mission writing ghosts
Time knows space and the moonlight glow
Arrest for intentional possession of a misguided child
Gonna hang yah low, gonna hang you low
Stillborn stiletto
Gonna die by misfire
Let me sleep in your eyes
Let me sleep in your eyes
Let me sleep in your eyes
Don’t you sleep in my eyes
Stillborn stiletto
Well the sun sweeps the valley
Looking for a friend
An existential crises
In the ways of men
In and out of conscious drift
There’s poison in the air
Yet, your born to exist
Let me sleep in your eyes
Let me sleep in your eyes
Let me sleep in your eyes
Don’t you sleep in my eyes
Stillborn stiletto
All the nurse’ll wave to heal me
Break my bones and kill me
All for motion
My dear motion
You’re a brave edge knife
All for motion
My dear motion
You’re a brave edge knife
All for motion
My dear motion
You’re a brave edge knife
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8. |
Reckless
04:58
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Dear Mr. Boatman
Won’t you take my body down
The coppered stare of ghosts drag me
To never never land
Well, my life’s been on the road
Going where
I don’t know
I idolize the drunken man who grits his teeth
Wastes away his world
We ain’t going no where quick
You can feel my body drift
Call me an animal
I’m a machine
How can I be so
Reckless
Come Mr. Boatman
Why you making a scene
You know as well as I
This soul, this soul ain’t clean
Keep on paddling the nine to five
Dream
You look like a sucker
You look a lot like me
We ain’t going to where quick
You can feel my body drift
Call me an animal
I’m a machine
How can I be so
Reckless
Dear Mr. Boatman
Won’t you drag my body down
The coppered stare of ghosts drag me
To never never land
Well, my life’s been on the road
Going where
I don’t care
I’ve been walking this shore
Since the day I was born
Call me an animal
I’m a machine
How can I be so
Fucking Reckless
Call me an animal
I’m a machine
How can I be so
Fucking, how can I be so fucking
Reckless
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9. |
Coastal
04:03
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I met a whore in vegas
Walking curious in the Wynn
Told her that I loved her
She said I ain’t got time for this
I asked her why, she said
Boy you ain’t got the gall
I sold my soul in Frisco down on Mission street and all
Early down in the nook
We made our luck, we made our luck
With the midnight traveler as our guide
We slept in the ridges
Of the coastal highway tide
We’re just going
Where the dead mark the road
The dreamers make their romance
On this chastised grove
It’s an optimist paradise
Pessimist belief
To be sleeping in the steeple
Of these so called concrete *
Early down in the nook
We made our luck, we made our luck
With the midnight traveler as our guide
We slept in the ridges
Of the coastal highway tide
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St. Vith
“Conjuring the kind of image-behind-the-veil kaleidoscopic trance of America’s first wave of psychedelic rock bands... St. Vith, forge the acid tones and bluesy stillness of yesteryear, happily searching the universe for that sacred ether of the mystical sixties…” – Christopher J. Harrington (Ithaca Times) ... more
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