1. |
Salted
04:08
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Another gray face
the wolverines are back
try to sate them
but they're on the attack
Another pale face
welcome, ghost rider
we've met before
backseat driver
In the salted kingdom
where plans are best laid
got to have that fortress
enemies at the gate
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2. |
Strangers I and II
04:55
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Hold on in the vestibule
Hold on for what's new
we're strangers, night and day
we're strangers, in a way
Rest on tea in the meantime
Speeding brain can't align
Psychedelic skull splits in two
take the train back to you
Hold on for what's good
hold on for the fire
hold on for desire
hold on for the sun times
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3. |
Arrowsmith (Saukland)
03:26
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4. |
(The) Dark Roads
04:33
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Stuck in neutral dear
gotta get you outta this
it's late, no roads to here
gonna keep you company
Blank again, low supplies
with blind ambition
Green light drowns the brain
in a distinct condition
Reels play over again, snuff film kisses
It's set, there's a role to play
got hard-edged wisdom
slip a tile for all the times
you come up missing
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5. |
Ride of Ages
03:52
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Take you for a ride
keep your hands inside
try not to split psych skull
the writing's on the wall
see you at the ball
They'll bleed you for every last drop
to keep them at the top
wear a pale mask, friend
rooms are empty now
time to milk the cow
Meals are separate
lost in the wilderness
find the right way now
buckled for the ride
take a look inside
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6. |
A Grin Instead
03:45
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7. |
Dronebee
03:41
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Drone down the boulevard
cobble stones of high regard
hanging on the line
poor guts soaked in brine
I'll take a reprieve
blasted back in trauma clothes
It's not missionary
just flowing tributary
Pale horses on derby tracks
hearts full of contraband
I'll take an ampersand
ride out this jitter jam
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8. |
Neverending Daze, pt. 3
06:34
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Trapped inside the daze
spoiled by chemical ways
gotta be out the maze
Queen has arrived
honied the hive of life
cut and paste the hem
try not to be one of them
Tripping on the time
questions are so fine
gotta slip out the tub
Drunk on spring's sweet rays
drunk on neverending daze
gotta get out the maze
One last thing to say
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9. |
You Brought Me Flowers
08:02
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In the midnight hour
semi-conscious meteor shower
you brought me flowers
you brought them every hour
Send me home
piece me back to the drone
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10. |
No Return
01:48
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This market, no return
make a dumb switch
this will burn, on you
Seen a lot now
said about face
that's a lot missed
it's the right case
it's true
Do you have to return?
The ball's rolling
drink's humming
sliced it open
pale cunning
it's true
Paid the last one
it's a ghost now
it's country
not a limit
to blue
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11. |
Flowers, pt. 2
03:07
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Pity the whippets, they come in the night
Sunrise troubadour, asking for fight
Wake in the morning, feeling like shit
Ends of the earth make flowers to bridge
Pretty time electric fan
You'll have us holding hands
that's where the salt is
and you'll bring me flowers
Breaking glasses of crystal night
folly all predators, who fancy a dance mix
Skin is so soft it rightly melts
Spraying up trains to get the rail fix
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12. |
Burned Toast
02:18
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If you break the reasons down
you'll let go of the frown
and you'll live here
burned mind of toast and jam
pathways not connected
fuzz meets sky
Let's go underwater
drink the fishes
If you let yourself cry
for a million reasons
where to begin? where to end?
the reel plays on
but needs splicing
soak where it sells
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13. |
Your Golden Face
09:29
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The daze of dawn
comes on wicked
Still we're strong
in the thick of it
and I know I'm wrong
it's a painful blaze
no turn around
New materials for the making
And with endless grace
comes your golden face
The gloom of fall
soaks in the bones
and still the tones
of once was
swimming still
on the darkest day
can't find a way to find a way
the painted horse, now dull colored
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14. |
Sent To Lime
03:21
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Tell me when the jokes are past their prime
evil tends to work in crooked lines
Tell me when the mind is sent to lime
Dispatch them to harvest time in batches
When it's solo, quiet lashings
hear the motions
love is oceans
Sweetened with the soft brown love of mine
Puzzles put together spell it fine
Anxious little devils want your time
they'll split you up as firewood for their kind
Tell me when it's time for feeling fine
Can't discern a way to trick the mind
Sent it past the sheets of universe
There's a way to fix and rehearse
Tell me when the mind is sent to lime
tell me when it's time for feeling fine
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In the black cloud
waiting for the sun
spinning top doesn't have its fun
the doom in gloom is stuck at noon
the past year will always have its tune
Journey of snow and ice
reading those memories
not wanting the sorrow right
on weakened knees
It's a funny batch that twists and turns
Still feeling burns from lack of self
It's painted now and back on the shelf
It's the deep within that must resume
Parlor tricks can keep you sick
when will the light start to joy?
stuck in knots all day and night
end of the year is creeping year
not a time to be stuck in fear
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16. |
Cowboy (In The Sand)
11:01
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Staring at your fears, cowboy in the sand
waiting for the breath to get to room level
There/stare
Every bleeding day monotony ampersand
Keep letting go of the million heavied hands
There/stare
Waiting on the drive
Stuck in the same old
stuck in the same old reel
not gonna turn gold
Not gonna turn gold, feel
Cold running through your veins
keeps it stuck, slumped
Ready for the days when sunshine bares its soul
not in the present or in the garden more
Just remembering- daze and maze
keeping it inside
*lyrics not used because I messed up, but wanted to include*
Frozen in journey, steps into space
enter starchild
Into this world and into the beyond
dressing all velvet, goldmining it for some
never the same
into this world
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