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SLATE
02:52
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Take a walk down rose street
Cut my tongue with rosary
Bear my thoughts on the page
Write me clean off the slate
I’ve grown tired of waiting
Won’t you stop this aching?
Bear my thoughts on the page
Wipe me clean off the slate
Take a walk down rose street
Cut my tongue with rosary
Bear my thoughts on the page
Wipe me clean off the slate
I’ve grown tired of waiting
Won’t you stop this aching?
Bear my thoughts on the page
Wipe me clean off the slate
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2. |
TENTS
03:59
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Tempt to walk the road
Preliminary show
I’ve got to find you
Said you’re one of us
What gives? You’re done with us
I live inside you
Blackmail, and high rents, and itchy porch pirates
We’ve penchants for violence, rich beggars pitch high tents
Sick with endless glee
I’ll end this misery
The light will shine through
Burning all your clothes
I liked you here, now go
I cannot bind you
Several ancient things
I thought you’d taken wings
I could not fly too
Absolute madness, the anger, the sadness
I’m tangled in my head, it aches, got Sudafed?
Empty promises
Just be gone with it
I will not die too
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3. |
TOO HIGH
03:12
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They put a lien on my big mansion in the sky
When my credit card bills got run up too high
I sit by myself and I try not to cry
But my emotions have been running too high
There’s sick in the air and I’m hiding inside
There’s too many people been saying goodbye
The good gonna live and the wicked gonna fry
But will they let you in if your debts are too high?
Too high
Too high
Too high
Too high
My uncle is dead, he was killed by his wife
The alcohol content in his blood was too high
I dread the deep dark and I’m afraid of the light
The temperature here has been getting too high
You told me one day what to do with my life
I do not remember, guess I was too high
The years have been stacking and I cannot decide
I don’t wanna jump, I think I’m too high
Too high
Too high
Too high
Too high
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AMBULANCE
03:50
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I drove in ambulance
And the driver wore a black veil
And the moon was shine through the ceiling
And his aura had enveloped them
And all our tongues were empty
With the sterile taste of medicine
And our looks exchanged a thousand words
Of the times we’d seen to develop here
I rode in an ambulance
And our sixth sense told us of the coming day
And our arms dissolved into stardust
And then I went home with a stomach ache
Lying in my bed here
I can see the visions of the sea
And I see the light of the moon now
And his aura has enveloped me
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FIREFLY
03:30
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Fading into the night
Wonder, "What's right?"
Falling out of your sight
Pages flit through the sky
No surprise
Empty walls open to cry
Be my eyes
Firefly
Be my light
Firefly
Drifting across the dew
What's it to you?
I have the verve to get through
Clinging to empty dreams
So it seems
I’ll be here alone 'til we grieve
Be my eyes
Firefly
Be my light
Firefly
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EYES
02:33
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Our luck was no more
I’d love to be mourned too
I was speaking Morse
We lost all our fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Six multicolored eyes
Broadband, soaked in ice too
We never could be right
Our futures won’t align to
I do
I do
I do
I do
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7. |
PIGGY
04:49
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Piggy's wearing window frames on his face
And I'm stuck in my own mind, thinking of leaving this place
The mud is knee deep, I'm trying to pull my foot out
I must've left my soul up on that Apple scented mountain
Lightning strikes the burial plot
The horses ride, the wooden chariots rot
All in the name of nefarious plots
Painting the walls with the carrion swatch
Splattered with the blood of innocence
"No matter" as he wipes it with his handkerchief
"They take it up with God" he says,
Cleaning his crucifix
The lowly thumping pistons beneath him
Pro-Anti-Civility, choking down love-speech
I took my summer vacation down at sludge beach
They taught me the basics, then they tossed us to the wolves
And some of the others tried to make a living selling wool
Piggy's wearing window frames on his face
And I'm stuck in my own mind, thinking of leaving this place
The mud is knee deep, I'm trying to pull my foot out
I must've left my soul up on that Apple scented mountain
Flashing light through the prism in the windshield
I wait for you to leave and then I'm digging through the bin
Pulling out staples, I continue to lurk
I'm folding up papers, and hiding them in my shirt
"Um, no response" I restate my question
And now we're in your car heading down to the west end
The room is a wreck, you shift into park
There's so much darkness around us, but too much light to go dark
Piggy's watching from the window upstairs
I'm down by the banks running water through my hair
There's an imposter among us, he's lying in the wait
And you're still in the bathroom with a towel around your waist
Pro-Anti-Civility, choking down love-speech
I took my summer vacation down at sludge beach
They taught me the basics, then they tossed us to the wolves
And some of the others tried to make a living selling wool
Piggy's wearing window frames on his face
And I'm stuck in my own mind, thinking of leaving this place
The mud is knee deep, I'm trying to pull my foot out
I must've left my soul up on that Apple scented mountain
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8. |
SEVEN
03:41
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Love fading in
I’ll wait for you
Some day begins
I’ll wait for you
Sunday’s gone
I’m left alone
The wastes, God
I can’t atone
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
I can’t tell
Where you’ve gone
You’ve gone
I can’t tell why
But I’m gone
Oh, I’m gone
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
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9. |
WAITING
03:25
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15 days, waiting so long
15 days, singing your song
Empty nest, egging me on
Waiting for something to come along
Waiting so long
Waiting so long
Begging, but you’re gone
Waiting so long
I can’t stay, something is wrong
I can’t say, but I know it’s on
Empty room, baked by the sun
Waiting for something to come along
Waiting so long
Waiting so long
Begging, but you’re gone
Waiting so long
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10. |
BIG CRUMBLE
04:07
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You know, each day just seems like another listless heartbeat
In a cyclical system pumping lifeblood to the harpies
When the night comes I mark another tally off with a sharpie
Popping sunshine in a bottle, walking around with the rest of the zombies
I feel like a Kennedy, I’m the Sirhan to my Bobby
It’s 4 AM and I’m lurching through this fucking dim lit lobby
The front desk woman looks like she’s just seen a ghost
As I kick the caked mud off my boots outside on the post
It’s bitter cold, my breath like cigarette smoke
I feign grief easier than I deserve credit for
I’m homesick in winter, just sick in spring
Find where nothing belongs and start sticking things
In that spot, this paycheck is all that I’ve got
When I’m back home I’m nothing, a boiled over pot
Of confusion and stress, I’m oozing with boredom
A fusion of dull personalities I’ve learned
In this grand illusion, grand and soothing
I lose, my right hand touches my heart
And I lie to the coward taking words at face value
In the mirror, and scraping his skin with a towel
Grand disillusion, woozy I stumble
I woke up late again, I am not good with numbers
You had me all wrong, I'm less rough and more tumble
A feast of small crumbs just to watch the big crumble
“It’s me” I answer softly, I stand in your doorway
Right after I barrel through a red light in the 4-way
My company’s disowned me, I languish in your porch shade
The screen door creaks open, streaking light on the floor
Letting us down easy has never been their forte and
They’ve shown in the past their great distaste for foreplay
I am lying facedown, breathing dust off the carpet
Your eyes do not sparkle and these blinds are not starlit
The sun creeps in like a spotlight to find all the dust floating
Thick in the air like a cloud, like a musk
I cry out like a mouse, “i am all alone”
And I’m stuck to the bounds of your ringing house phone
Out your door I am standing again, heartbroken
I don’t know how to keep these words from going unspoken
I offer you breath, as a gift, as a token
Try not to shy away, It’s so hard to be open in this
In this grand illusion, grand and soothing
I lose, my right hand touches my heart
And I lie to the coward taking words at face value
In the mirror, and scraping his face with a towel
Grand disillusion, woozy I stumble
I woke up late again, I am not good with numbers
You had me all wrong, I'm less rough and more tumble
A feast of small crumbs just to watch the big crumble
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11. |
SISTER
04:19
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I loved you
With no hope
I was you
With matching coat
With gloves to
Help me cope
I dug you
A brand new home
Earth salty
I’ll stay for a while
With paltry
Gifts and a smile
A twister
Into view
My sister
I’m over you
Sifting, mute
Through wreckage
I told you
You’d have my kids
Old photos
Of back then
Now smoke flows
Out and back in
Soft bangles
Draped over you
I’m tangled
Up in deep blue
Weird angles
Into view
My Angel
I’m over you
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Blue Hole Lynden, Washington
A one man project creating a unique brand of transcendental astral pop existing beyond the boundaries of convention, Blue Hole is auditory bliss conceived for the purpose of mind expansion and hallucinatory replication/substitution.
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