1. |
Grandfather's Clock
02:28
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2. |
Collector of the Gloom
01:47
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saddle up for the journey to the waiting room
spend all of our tokens at the sunset
met halfway at dawn by the collector of the gloom
entranced by all the wounds she says she can mend
light away,
she'll have gone to stay with the dewdrops
but she'll be back, cause she's been back before
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3. |
Pull You
02:32
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words are tough, words are hard
thrown out in the center
pull you, string you
up to meet your winter
snowmen here, snowmen there
struggle to leave a footprint
melting ice knife
don't seem to know where it went
the whole world wants roses when they stifle the dandelions
look up, see far
long as they think we're trying
pushing for the edges and you're comfy in the middle
don't stop, work hard,
solve the endless riddle
if you bite more than you chew,
spit and want another
look up, fall down
and pray just like your mother
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4. |
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pressure on the early born
that rises quickly in the later morn
'twas slightly simpler then, I could've sworn
rolling backward all the time
skating on his dunking pool
his frozen leer was almost half as cruel
baptising infants at the liar's school
rolling backward all the time
running for the prizes
planted on the shelf
laughing at disguises
pasted on yourself
the walk becomes a falling crawl
the eyes do linger o'er the final wall
the phone is ringing out the latest call
rolling backward all the time
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5. |
Reliver
03:45
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inventor, the ball breaks
the sounds that your eyes make
with fervor, unheard of
scarce half tones
ah
reliver, your housecoat
live with her, your own boat
gold rules on the high sea
unbutton me
in light of the fresh wish
the cracked cup and wet dish
forgotten old memories
lead right here
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6. |
Old One Too
05:04
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I can't see the crate anymore
or all the shit I put inside it
can't even see the crate anymore
someone off and stole it
maybe it'll serve them well
I don't know anymore
maybe it's another young one's dream
maybe I'll get it back
or do I want it?
what was that I put there?
it was so familiar
now it's gone
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7. |
Prayer
01:57
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when you look at the clock
and the clock won't tell
and it hides up the time
in its shallow little shell
the seeds all get dormant
and pray at the well
the first thing that enters to the mind
bless us in the daytime
bless us in the night
even if we won't bear fruit
you can make it right
grant us our illusions
tell us the truth
that's the last great comfort we can find
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8. |
Paper Bag
02:59
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I am a help-less hobo
I drag my cloth and box
dust up my fiddler's bow
and play to all the foxes
I hide from the devil train
that whisks away the heathen
screams from heat and hellish pain
and drags them all from Eden
they sing 'take me to the jabber camp,
where we can trust the sundial
dig me oil for my lamp
and stay busy all the good while,
master, master, pittance pay
time's a perfect offering
hold our tongues is what we say
more grace unto our offspring
better beat the figures up
that rise from beds in mind
onward to the hallowed cup
and leave them all behind'
when they look into the garden
ripe in all its splendor
their hearts begin to harden
and they kneel to the lender
all aboard the evil train
that carries the poor heathen
screams from heat and hellish pain
and drags them all from Eden
I played upon their streets one night
my burning fiddle whimpered
drowning in the city lights
and dying with a whisper
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10. |
Swansong
02:24
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11. |
Sockwhore
05:22
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and stammer back what will I do?
if all my hope is found in you
I'm just the fool to kiss your shoes
and offer vain advices
a servant and a waiter too
to tell all of your troubles to
before I did not have a clue
as how the twist entices
all of my writings in the sand
the wind has taken from my hand
I just remember what I can
and pray for warm tomorrows
play the time game short and slow
a thinner sheet we'll never know
they hit the stopwatch and we go
to find some more to borrow
and sink into the linking chain
to rest where in that it is lain
and wait for rust and wait on rain
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