1. |
Morning Moon
02:27
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Morning moon
Back-lit in blue
the sky longs for dusk
the dance
the sun provoked
Earth azure
spangled demure
oceans' tide at dawn
the dance
the stars adored
fecund flow
underneath
moon's glow
her sashay
around
gravity
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2. |
Beware the Bee
04:36
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Broke your heart
when you fell
upon your knife.
Tripping spun
a web cannot
hold the guts.
Stinging's done
now that she's quit
for the nest.
Scratch your skin
till the festered
wound erupts.
Compose your will
and prepare your
heart to feast
On the blood
that still soaks silk
and runs to your feet.
Awake to sleep
your lucid dream
never forget
never forget
Pass the cup
and drink deep
to pass the night.
Spinning light
as woven words
spun complete.
Sweet the kiss
placed upon
disabled lips.
Wipe the taste
clinging to
your drunken mouth.
Propose a toast
and allay
your beating heart
While the blood
that still soaks silk
runs to your feet.
Awake to sleep
your lucid dream
never forget
never forget
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3. |
Elysium
03:23
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Pack your soul into a body bag and place it upon the ground, then build a boat and lay it on the water and float on to your own personal eden.
Watch the wake fade away and push you toward the only thing you're guaranteed, content yourself, take solace in the peace of knowing everything.
Elysium
Elysium
Arise, arise open up your eyes and take a cup of tea for your belly.
The lies, the lies what a surprise, they've come to haunt you like a ghost.
And watch you grow old, and watch you grow old.
Stilted soul
wait till break of day
to hide your body away
The sun is come
to rid your weary face
of all your lost attempts at grace.
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4. |
Nothing
03:29
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Hear the sound of her voice
faintly caught, but alive
Say her name and she cries
From her heart flow tears of joy
Nothing is gonna change
Nothing is gonna change
Her lips caress his mouth
firm she secures his love
Grab anything you can
and hold on for fear of this world
Nothing is gonna change
Nothing is gonna change
You can't say it
you don't have the words
Nothing is gonna change.
Nothing is gonna change.
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5. |
Control
03:12
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Do you remember the power of looking through the looking glass and raising your hand?
Can you hold on to that feeling of moving to know that
you're in control?
Is your progress smooth and fluid as you stir amid the bodies that writhe and collapse?
Do you hold onto emotion while moving to know that
you're in control?
Was I stronger as a child trusting in an image as reflected by me?
Or am I simply a rambler a fabulist petitioning for facile control?
Am I different today seeing in my mind my body play
tricks against the urge to run
detach my grip become the one
to lose all control?
i never had control.
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6. |
Everything
02:51
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I've got evil thoughts in my head
caught 'em creeping in my restive bed
I've got awful thoughts in my head
The fear of God sits in my soul
where figurines dance round the coals
Yeah the wrath of God is on my soul
Now I control, yeah now I control
everything that comes into my life
everything that comes I will despise
everything that isn't me is a lie
I hid the kids in the closet
and I wasn't afraid to lock it
The lights are out in the closet
I've got evil thoughts in my head
and it's not so hard to keep em fed
I've got awful thoughts in my head
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7. |
Enter the Hero
04:44
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"Please can you tell me, where is the nearest crossroads one could sell his soul? 'Cause I've been told:
'The mean old devil is after you. He's gonna come steal your soul.'
But I figure, maybe, I should let him come in. 'Cause he might just have something for me."
Nobody says anything as I go out walking, in the middle of the road, where nothing is sold.
Where no direction could comfort me and nothing ever happens at all.
But I figure, maybe, I should get ready to go. 'Cause I see him, he is coming on down the road.
Don't be afraid. It doesn't matter anyway.
'Cause you, you don't have much. You don't have much, to give him anyway.
Don't get caught in the rat trap
'Cause you'll never ever get away.
Don't get caught in the rat trap
'Cause your neck is really easy to break.
Don't get caught in the rat trap
'Cause you'll never ever get away.
Don't get caught in the rat trap
'Cause your neck is really easy to break.
Don't get caught in the rat trap
'Cause you'll never ever get away.
Don't get caught in the rat trap
'Cause your neck is really easy to break.
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8. |
ANNA
04:27
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Speak
Speak with patient tongue
And make your mind up
To break your barriers and
Cast your fears to foot
You see, the end's already come
Seek
Seek a perfect life
Stained with blood and dust
Broken and busted up
Don't be afraid to love
'Cause you never know when it might come up
Doctor, Doctor, Doctor
Doctor all you see
And thus who can deny your glory?
Don't be afraid
hush
A change is coming.
So dig,
Dig a moat
Around yourself
To protect all of your possessions
And fight,
Fight against
Against the sun
Against the sun you can't help but look at
And there you'll be
The only ship
Cast about an expansive see
They're cutting your stone
As we speak
A monument
To your memory
And your last words
What shall they be
A lasting impression
Or a joking inscription on the wall?
So, here we are
The gun is warm and on the floor
We tried the best we could
but lost the war
But we're still standing
at your door.
Anna
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james cox Nashville, Tennessee
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