1. |
The Erosion Has Begun
04:46
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Father plows the earth; a garden he built
A thread he left and I unraveled his quilt
I followed peasants, I took counsel from them all
Got a shadow on the wall
The singer I wish to join
He's muted by a coin
Us gamblers had idols to command and sustain
Chance itself failed us once again
The spoils of battle, his trophies never shine
Oh my guardian
He was a friend of mine
I am a dormant geyser, I am an architect's only son
Oh the house that was built for me, the erosion has begun
From all the flooded rubble, from the sea it's this I learn
Whether brick or stone or god or flesh, to ashes we shall return
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2. |
Penniless Preacher
05:55
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Lonely romantic, you weigh your heart in pounds
Bet on the bitches you’ve mounted on the wall
Puppet without strings, sew your stitches shut
Follow your threads and count the murmurs
They’re big and a burden to your brain
Howl at the clouds for the rain
Being a half of one can make you insane
To count shattered glass through a windowpane
Penniless preacher, clinging to a cliff
If you want forgiveness, scratch your name out of the sand
Do you feel the air that wanders through your hands?
Is it new to you, or is it torn and stale?
The stuff of legend or some kind of old wives’ tale?
It smears the light; it inverts the world so it’s all right
Revived by a magic spell you had to fight
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3. |
Live in Reverse
02:20
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I'm going where
The sparks are kind
Where brightness can
Choose to be blind
Where gentle prayer
Won't hesitate
The sun of course
Will never brake
The grains that see the wars unheard
The ink of treaties afterward
Flows like sand always deferred
The hourglass
Counts what we say
Where honor lives
Its lonesome day
Don't succumb to this universe
Where diamonds will freely disperse
If you push forward you will just get cursed
So simply turn around and live in reverse
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4. |
Dusty's Grief
01:53
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Madrid
04:28
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I want to take you on a flight to Madrid
We could try to make sense of the road signs
Maybe drive past the castles
And stare at the beaming lights
All I need are tickets to Madrid
A suitcase and a wallet filled with cash
All I need are reservations
All I need are tickets to Madrid
We could hug each other or settle for shaking hands
Relax on separate beds in the hotel room
Serve up margaritas, nice and chilled
We could kiss
While we’re on the plane, I’ll be watching you sleep
As you piece together a dream
Travel across the ocean for something new
But some things still aren’t possible in Spain
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6. |
I Was A King
03:46
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The king resigns
Thrown in the gorge
The cold shuts his ears
The kindness is still
Smoke grays his hair
The ash dissolves
Black river, be blessed
This velvet flame
And in my own waking
My eyes are sore
The blur from the window
The closing of the door
With it comes the naming
With it comes burnt flesh
We are our own creations
We are hungriness
So we keep on with our killing
It’s in our design
When mountains will roll away
And the sea tastes like wine
Here I stitch my bed of mud
Here I sew where I lay
The figure that held my shape
Its meaning slipped away
Here I walk on scalding sand
Here I can’t embrace your shade
Where sunshine slips backwards
Where adventures are made
The king arrives
Where time kills time
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7. |
Funerals & Swine
06:59
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If I'd found love in the harbors
Found love in freezing night
Let my blood make obscure
This new vision that I am yours
A new vision I shall endure
Please free me of your designs
Take off your coat, pull down the blinds
Reap the fruits of tenderness before I am found
I hope one day to stand above
All my debts to fear and love
But I shy away from that thunderous sound
I need time for resignation
I need time to tell the skeptics no
Their voices ring within my chest and tell me with a tremor,
"Neither choice nor fate shall warm the blood through a stormy December."
Our veins begin to crumble
Like the phantoms of the jungle
They ignite a gentle candle with a whisper in its twine
The body's a revolution
And love's the hapless solution
To this vicious young gamble of funerals & swine
I need time for wounds to gather
I need time for seeds to sow
Between muscle and bone is a justice that's godless but required
Chasing away these visions leaving me nothing but cruel desire
To think I might invest in another
To watch his flesh scratch itself to dust
Seems wrong to rope someone into that process
Yet my inner voice demands to call it trust
Perhaps one day I'll have the strength to tell
Of how survivors bid farewell
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8. |
A Negative Peace
03:32
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Waste our time reading fake news
Scared of an honest headline
Found for sale a house of ill repute
Do you see my face on the sign?
I guarantee it’s mine
The whistle of a ghost downstairs
A hymnal we pretend to share
Lost in the ice below
The compass was a thread of hair
For the shipwreck that sailed him there
It’s an illusion of order
A negative peace
A whim you set your eyes upon
It preserves your strength til it’s gone
It’s in the absence of release
I’m the ash below the sepulchre
The gavel in the mock trial
I’m the silence in the eulogy
The flinch behind your smile
What a smile
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