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How's Tricks?
05:10
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Coercion
05:02
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Welcome to your quarters
Please and thanks, please and thanks
If your strands are right please feel free to climb the ranks
Meet the colonies they’d love to have you, we’ll fetch the tea
But with your help of course
Terribly sorry for the chokehold but we told you don’t get cute,
We can’t have the pretty hat showing up the suit
Sign here, sign here
Climb aboard but don’t steer
Remember do as we do
There’s more of us than you
You’re with the big boys now, those skirts are letting us down
And watch that barbaric tongue
Your queen will show how it’s done
Now you’re with us let’s address the mess on lands upon high
Clear and burn your people, sheep will do the job just fine
Hope you like your new flag
We’re waving it high
As we starve four million beastly people to death for me, myself and I
The Empire’s members mustn’t get soppy
Erect a statue of our fearless leader now slap on this poppy
Lest they forget you were party to this
You had a voice, you had a choice
Bare your throat or your wrist
Three hundred years we’ve been sharing this bed
Now you’ve got the gall to call for other options in stead
I said it once when you hopped in
Don’t make me say it again
I know what’s best for you you’ll always crawl back home in the end.
I’ll cross the box for you
I’ll spend your cash for you
I’ll drop the bombs for you
I’ll slap the flag on our tanks for you
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3. |
Mile Plots
02:59
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You want the hours to turn to days
But just the ones that don’t pay
And counting down those that do
Just put you later in the game
When you’re indebted to the hours
That lock-up most of your space
It’s time to measure the storm
About to hit your own rat race
Opt in to the mile plots they’ve got
No social contract, just a plaque to keep your health
No acquisition of wealth, just a life for yourself
And your land and the sun while the rest of the world just burns
The wind keeps the lights
Mutual assurance calms crowds
The plaque up high makes the most of no flash
And no cloud
You’ve built your world around
Fading it to gray
The toll for rotting in a hive
That’s swiftly crumbling away
Six hours on and off each day
Go where the greater hand says
You’ll crumble thinking about that booth
When pulling out your own bad tooth
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Here we are at the top of the hill
Looking down at where we came from, not on
Pepper corns three grinds from the mill
Years slip past so fast that sound can’t keep the pace
The faces, timelines, names and places all but lost in stasis
The space between us grew despite where we stayed stood
Space itself is growing and it won’t slow down
Before the bubble bursts I’d like to prove that I was around
As we drown in the sand we’ll each offer our hand
Through the neck till one speck becomes the other
Two corns ground
The thing that sticks is the blessing of being fixed
On your unmistakable voice and the subsequent noise
From within the void
A breakthrough that couldn’t come too soon
In fact it graces you a face as though
They might see you
The endless silence from a life of dalliance
All the pipe dreams you could dream of, make a meal of
Living off the fat and marrow till the harrowing payoff
A skeletal frame of a house down the lane of a street with no name
And that’s how you play out the game
The endless silence from a life of dalliance
Once more you clear and burn the floor
The thought keeps crossing my mind
It only takes one bullet
To end the universe of trouble in it
How’s that for focus?
Make a choice, good or bad
Be the driver, not the driven
Even corporate buzz words help find what we’re missing
The volition that comes from one simple admission
We’re on the road to chaos if we give the wheel
If we give the wheel to indecision
Un-tethered, blindly soaring through the clouds
The longer I stayed up there the longer I stayed away from the crowds
A stranger lands with great collateral damage followed by
The endless silence from a life of dalliance
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5. |
Fucking Done
04:47
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It’s soft and it’s fleeting/This stumble away from myself/This treat/This break away/The payoff from yesterday/The boards are worn, a sign to nobody up there/A message to whoever lives in this house after me/This is how I lived here this is how I lived here/The payoff from years past/And that’s what takes me away/That’s it there/That’s what brings me back/my head in soft clouds/my voice from waking life
The twists in the road the turns in my gut
Fashioned the rope made the maypole cut
The fire pit picks the things I run around
I’m tied up in ribbons rooted into the ground
I can never recall what painted me red
I must see it written I must hear it said
A cyclone uproots and replants me elsewhere
Next time it’s on my terms, next time’s just over there
So the old song crawls out and the dance starts over again
Trends they leave crumbs back to the sums
That started the latest/that started the trend
All those decades pushing down I could’ve made every one disappear
Too fixed on the big show to see this is how I live here this is how I live here
Just shut down the blinds just work on that list
Remember what’s stopped you before you enlist
Not one thing has changed at the furrow of your brow
The results are in, this madness ends now
I don’t expect perfection but I do know this
When I leave this place there’s nothing I’d miss
It’s one thing to know it’s one step till you’re free
And another to watch that one step turn to three
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6. |
In Another Form
05:12
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She painted pictures three and five
Would not commission more
She made the shadows dance on walls
So long one, two and four
Each guided step left one behind
But everything was fine
Her language struck a million chords
‘Cause every word was mine
To cover up the tracks
She spoke of this and that
Up became down, I tasted sound
I’m too far in now
Drop your guard the jig is up
Mask slipped one too many times
Four virtues fucked back to Rome
But I’ll rebuild it all in time
The fool, more the fool
War with every last word
Add a layer of skin, one more of fur
Build a stage let me watch you turn
Into something you always knew you always were
We mapped the journey in new clothes
Light on our backs
But when the time arrived to leave
Snow and smoke stacks
I’m still here I’ll never go
I’ll strip you of all sins and crimes
Four virtues fucked back to Rome
But I’ll rebuild it all in time
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7. |
Young Violence
03:46
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8. |
Restless Legs
04:07
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Gather round I’ll share my grand designs with you
Brick-by-brick a correct terms run through
Doors will open, shelves will bear the truth
A million documented things to prove
Alert the press, alight the highest beacon
I’ll swear to every priest
I’ll swear on my last chance to begin
I can’t be sure if unsure’s never shown
All I know is this all I’ve ever known
So sure am I I’ll bet my final breath
I’ll gladly bet my final breath
Once a crowd disperses there’s no hope
Of reuniting the exact same folk
With each round trip they’ll pass one by one
A chance to put the needle back on what’s been spun
The same old sad song
The same pregnant pause
Stand beside the empty furnace
Silence must be filled with applause
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9. |
Spell
04:24
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This is the second time now
I’ve stared in and through
And brought something back
Something for just you
And all at once I know it
Unable to control even your arms
You know you only feel they’re
Completely worn out, the puncture’s somewhere
When it swings the right way
I’ll lock on to it, all time will pour out
A cyclone through it
Like the stories he tells
Not wanting to recall even the past is where
You only feel is completely worn out
You slip into there
Drop it all
Let’s just drop it all and get right of here
Before your eyes cloud
Both one and the same colour
No nothing matters
Yes nothing matters
I’m fucking done here
The promise licks my neck
Lifts me above the woods
Leaves these words a speck
He said you could not arrive not even to touch him
One room away is all I need to feel you’re
Completely worn out but you don’t know why
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10. |
Due to the Volume
03:03
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Been mastering pissing the years away
Flooding through hundreds of streets
Sipping on champagne at my expense
I scrubbed their carpet stains for treats
Years in the clouds getting to know thin air
Peeled fingers wanting to drop
To equalize the pressure there
For the ocean on top on top
Selling memories to keep the power on
And funding everything else from hell
I accepted this arrangement long ago
When this fall became fell
A cocktail of no trade to offer
And a finite turn of the hands
Sacrificing a suspension bridge
For a tightrope from land to land
And all the while the clock keeps ticking
Your tinder waits for a spark
Your final chance has brought you back home
Here at the halfway mark
Bringing more baggage back from every trip
Yet still I stuck to my guns
I gave up the ghost with no hitching post
Just a job that got in my lungs
One brought hope it was the cruellest of all jokes
When I left behind distant lands
The welcome home gift on nobody’s list
To carry a dream in bound hands
An hour to erase a year and replace
A life with a father’s lie
A poor mental state to reintegrate
The new me calcifies
Back at the same spot and whether or not
The trips were worth the cost
All I know is I am a quieter man
My voice and time that’s been lost
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11. |
Cunnigar Hill
04:42
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And once she’s dropped the shroud
Plane lights vacuum up the clouds
Chasing your own breath with another and another
Till you see no orange glow
The planes have put the stars on show
All that can be seen is just in sight
The free reign of all that bite
A branch snapping two miles away
Spawns creatures and the rational of green berets
Up the hill and over ordered by my gut
There’s no competing rush
Seconds back
My fangs
Retract
Rain through the trees and streets outside
Wind carries all the weight inside
Wrapped up tight is where I’ll Be
A lead sheet a bedrock
Until the bad men knock
A season’s purpose is innate
We all need to recuperate
The only synergy so strong
Strong enough to make me feel like I belong
Bulbs whether harsh or soft
Reveal more obstacles when they’re switched off
Grains and grains fight their way to the very bottom first
No time to find the worst
In light
You wake
In fright
Rain through the trees and the streets outside
Wind carries all the weight inside
Wrapped up tight is where I’ll be
Till the bad men come for me
Once she’s pulled back the shroud
And the planes have vacuumed up the clouds
It’s time for an alarming truth in your right ear
You just don’t fit here
And that is the black rat
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12. |
So Close
05:15
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As the sun rises I sink deeper
Anchors in my gut wake the sleeper
Instant heartache every morning
Constant pitfalls, constant forming
One breath beats the other
Cage is rattled
Eyes in cold wind lose the battle
Pull yourself right back
Back to the rut
Every last minute tugs on the gut
Pills will reel them in and portions of the seabed join the puncture
And salt water will rust away the structure
Find distractions shovel them in
Fill in the holes
Seal to hem in
One more temp fix till the next burst
Endless spring waters never quench the thirst
Shift the frame to suit the viewer
Don’t forget to restart the tour
One new brave face one more layer
The diligent becomes the soothsayer
Hands will push you down and potions will preserve you for the big show
Nothing for you up there just the dust and bones from the bottom row
Pill will reel them in and portions of the seabed join the puncture
And salt water will rust away the structure
I’m tired I’m fucking done I’m wired I’m wired for once
I’m shocked and I’m locked on it I’m nothing but a counterfeit
I’m nothing but a counterfeit
We know where we always are we stare up the same stars
We don’t we don’t get along we have no hymn sheet let alone a song
And we won’t stop till the other is gone
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