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Angels
06:30
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I played the fool with the tiger kept at bay
I stood on stools while the maze walls rearranged
My kingdom come, my will be done
These words were etched at the bottom of the rungs
But let’s not be so dramatic
'cause I’ve got angels in the attic
I am your sleuth, rattling against your cage
I am your challenger, I boast sir come what may
I am your alabaster catcher in the rye
I am your loose experiment, I’ve learned to read and write
But let’s not be so complacent
'cause I’ve got monsters in the basement
Let’s not be so ecstatic
'cause I’ve got angels in the attic
Say what you will, but I won’t turn back my gaze
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Funeral Sounds
03:08
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You’ll be pleased to learn
There’s a special place in heaven
Where your wings get burned on scratch paper
All the scrawlings of a saint are a sinner’s dirge
Where the mass and cheeps converge on a plain
Where the cardinal croons
A spectral light insister restricting my move
Meant to confuse
An oven is a place where your goose gets cooked
And mocked with verbal exchange
I hid my face undercover under burial mounds
I am privy to them spiritualist funeral sounds
I don’t know where to begin
I don't know where to begin
I am a murderer
With gizzard foot
Covered by your ash and cinder soot
With looks aside
You’re as appealing as a locust at a harvest tide
Of memes, ideas, and things
After all the whispered prayers and cast away crowns
I am privy to them spiritualist funeral sounds
I don’t know where to begin
I don't know where to begin
I am a murderer
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Words
03:50
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This time I’m thinking of all the words you said to me
This time I’m thinking of all that love is supposed to be
And through no words you’d understand
And though my heart runs out like sand
This time I’ve got a love, got a love that I’m thinking of
This time though my words fool, you’ve made me so happy
This time I’ve entertained the thought of leaving you
This time I’ve ascertained my former lives untrue
And my words contain no plan
And though my eyes betray this scam
These words burn inside me like a chamber of hot coals
This mind is racing from me, I’ve learned all I need to know
And through these flames you seem to fan
You take this boy and you make him a man
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Rocking Horse Winner
04:25
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Like the thinly layered fragrance over top your head
Like the faintest apparition hov’ring round your bed
You've got a cricket for a conscience and a chamber full of closets of rags
And every single thing that you want to do
Gets put in the corner like a pair of shoes
I’ve sent my application in for a chair on the convent of nails
And I’m this crazy, unprepared
After every premonition that you couldn’t heed
Still the fires in his eyes provide the precious seed
You are a master and a servant and a trend, and maybe a friend
But when I slept with fishes it grieved you so
And when I watched my chest cave, bargained for the role
Of the potter turned debris, the needle in his perfect hands
And I’m this crazy, unprepared
Now I’m lost, I will pay the cost
All around me, I’m yours
After every spark of light has left your tattered home
When you shake the loamy soil from your tired bones
Still he sleeps inside the threshold fire, waiting for that day to arrive
Will you leave the city gates for a gentle spring?
Will you trade your trinkets in for a foreign king?
Can you see far past the pyre heap, the beauty laid in store for your eyes?
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King Cole
03:11
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If I die young, then bury me in stones
Like a battle shrine, I merely ever roam
And if I’m crying, come and pour me a drink
Of that old wine, come before it’s too late
I filled my heart with bones and burnt debris
'til all looked on and never really see
And if I’m lying, come and pour me a drink
Ready my old pipe, and call my fiddlers three
And If I’m cold, I can count on you to bless me
Like some firebrand, ready for your testing
And If I’m crying, come and pour me a drink
Of that old wine, come before it’s too late
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Brother Sun, Sister Moon
03:49
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Brother sun, I’ve been with you on the run
Traveling so long, I’ve been wasting precious time
Sister moon, if you’d like I could sing the same tune
Stirring up these troubled tides in the ocean blue
Run away behind the sun, hide away behind the clouds
Behind the rocks, behind the hills
Beneath your fancy, beneath your thrills
Hide away behind the moon, hide away behind the glass
Behind the trees, behind the leaves
And all those things you do
Sister moon, I’ve been walking down this road
Collecting pebbles, still it’s getting oh so cold
Brother sun, if you could come down from your wall
I’m used to looking at you, now I can’t see at all
Run away behind the moon, hide away behind the glass
Behind the trees, behind the leaves
Beneath your covers, beneath your sheets
Hide away behind the sun, hide away behind the clouds
Behind the rocks, behind the hills
And all those things you do
I’ve been dragging around so long
But I haven’t found myself
Run away behind the sun, hide away behind the moon
To your lover beneath the sheets, that you fancy yet still you flee
Run away behind your doubt, behind the words of your mouth
Beneath your bills, beneath your riches
Beneath your fear, beyond his reaches
Run away, run away
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Race
05:18
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How we go, and we go so fast
And we don’t want to get there slow
And we know, and we know so much
That our heads are about to explode
And every friend and every foe
But know that I don’t really know
You cut their throats and burn them goats
But know that I don’t know for sure
But no, I really don’t know right now
'cause I don't know, no I don't
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There's a Darkness
03:54
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Will you dance over, dance over me?
Oh how I long for some semblance of sleep
If I ever was free, if I ever did sing
Then I sang in the palm of your clutches
In you there’s a darkness
In you there’s a blindness
In you there’s a hardness
But I know no better name
In throes of sleep lies violence intent
Inside castle keeps, my furnace will vent
'til the walls of delusion and walls of deceit
Come bearing down in front of me
And you want it all, but I am just dollars and cents
Pulled apart like soft bread and I’m spent
And you want it all, but you will not settle for less
Than a life half empty of rest
Yes I want it all, and I just won't settle for best
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Little Beasties
03:17
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Little beasts won’t you come inside and be
Safe and warm with me?
The human pawed his head as he watched us play
With the see through wall he made
You see the elements will pierce your back sides
So won’t you come with me confide?
Inside is our out as your out to our in
Come see where you begin
The wind and the rain and blown down power lines
Are nothing compared to a mechanized shine
With the box of people you watched at night
They’re nonetheless fantasized
Too many of your kind have fought and died
So won’t you come with me inside?
You wear our brother’s skins to hide
Won’t you cast them off and come outside
Don’t worry, we’ll show you we’re fine
We’re sure you’ll be fine
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10. |
Thanatopolis
04:34
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Like the thinly layered fragrance over top your head
Like the faintest apparition hov’ring round your bed
You've got a cricket for a conscience and a chamber full of closets of rags
And every single thing that you want to do
Gets put in the corner like a pair of shoes
I’ve sent my application in for a chair on the convent of nails
And I’m this crazy, unprepared
After every premonition that you couldn’t heed
Still the fires in his eyes provide the precious seed
You are a master and a servant and a trend, and maybe a friend
But when I slept with fishes it grieved you so
And when I watched my chest cave, bargained for the role
Of the potter turned debris, the needle in his perfect hands
And I’m this crazy, unprepared
Now I’m lost, I will pay the cost
All around me, I’m yours
After every spark of light has left your tattered home
When you shake the loamy soil from your tired bones
Still he sleeps inside the threshold fire, waiting for that day to arrive
Will you leave the city gates for a gentle spring?
Will you trade your trinkets in for a foreign king?
Can you see far past the pyre heap, the beauty laid in store for your eyes?
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