1. |
Gobshite
03:55
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Lonely ghost
A soul that broke by consequence
Of being left alone
He who's hardly known
What's the story here?
Tell me dear, has the hero become self aware
And sent out silly signals to the gods?
Did he hear the knocks?
Not the nerve to lock?
Common sense is unevenly distributed
between those hanging from the gallows
and those on their knees
Praying to a god that I wish I could believe
before I die.
Nothing left - not eyes - not teeth
Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all.
I oughta know, it's my mind
Tip toe up and climb inside
What I've found you'll learn in time
Breathe me in,
Swallow the sky
Holy smokes
Howl in the way of the wolves
Sheep in the way of the wool
Work in the way of the sold
If everything just something else
For metaphor is life itself
Then what's the worth of the soul?
Just a story to be told
Can't believe it
No god would be so self deceiving
And the beauty remains in tho I am created
I can end it all in any way my puny brain deems fit
As long as my hands can follow through with it
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2. |
Paper Cups
03:55
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Another summer come and gone
And god if that storm
don't have a mind of its own
I count my cards and think I'll make
a run for the coast
Gather all I love and force it onto a boat
Take heed all ye
Nothing follows you more
Than the shadow of a past
You've filled up with remorse
Heavy are regrets and I fear I won't float
With a hand that I've bluffed
since I've given up hope.
Running always worked for me ...
Not anymore
Face what you fear
Set it on fire
Send it to sea
Or give it a face
A name to disgrace
Look into it's eyes
Internal mirror
I oughta know, it's my own mind
Tip toed in, climbed inside
Woe is this examined life
don't believe your fathers lies
Easy rhymes don't make wrongs right
Long ass days while years fly by
What's worse now is I don't mind
When handed…
I forget my words sometimes
Speaking nonsense, seeing blind
Feeling numb and tougher cause
I couldn't tell the difference
between beaten down and lifted up
Kamikaze in a rut
Origami, folded up
Fuckin' napkins, paper cups
Whatever is left untouched
At least I know what makes me up:
Drama queens and litter bugs
And a bunch of words like
What's best was
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3. |
Tiny Fits
03:52
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"What was I do,
Keep the faith after chewing out the truth?
Sell my shoes just to walk on glass with you?
Watch you take a dive and blindly follow suit?
No.
Waste of a joke for I am not amused
Poor illusion but the secrets safe with you
Yet the grander they are, you see
The greater they fall
So fuck - fit Eden in a basket
And toss it over the wall
I'm not playing a game
Leave it all for the wolves
There won't be another summer
with a sky made of gold
Imma tear apart this land in a storm
Know that
The coast is not safe it will know my ghost
I will breathe in the sky
I will swallow the sea
I will sit in the fire
I will simmer and seethe
You will know blight
Pain, fear and disease
All hell will come smite
Those who love and then leave"
In a back lot
Under a single street light
Our hero contemplates
The consequence of taking his own life
It was no longer a matter of faith or a point of pride,
but rather a rejection of the habit of that daily grind.
The heavy collection of anger and boredom
that never seemed to subside
This is just poor rambling poetry anyway
he thought.
No longer scared of he who knocks,
But rather what creeks in the attic
He figured one final prayer...
Shhh... Lets listen in...
And then:
So what, you’re done creating’?
Done findin respect for the time that you’re takin?
Done with the pain, done with the fun
Done with the way of never even knowing
when you’re done?
Run, fuck it
Do it like you need it while you hate it
like you love it
Look at you, all rugged and worn
I bet your mom’ll just go on
as if her son wasn’t born...
You know it ain’t supposed to be simple, right?
There’s a lot of slack to pull
before you get it tight,
You think it’s bad now? It gets worse
You could milk the cow if you had the thirst
But to separate? You gotta be attached first
Thin line between a sad verse
and a black hearse
So show the world what you amount to ...
But it’ll go on without you.
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4. |
Suicide Queens
03:34
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What's quiet is only sleeping now
After my better half ate itself
How bold of you to repeat the urge aloud
Shhh
Don't you dare tell dad what I done
It's hard enough just to bury a son
Again the world turns
And you wonder for what...
Are you scared of what's under your skin?
Or what those hands are capable of?
Is it the very thought of sin?
Or becoming a disappointing son?
And when the deed is done
And then you're shocked to wake up
You find yourself faced with what you most fear...
There is no god here
Nobody heard you
Nobody heard you
Nobody knows that you're lost in the air
Wake up wake up
One thing is clear...
Wake up wake up
There is no god here.
Suicide queens darling...
What's loud is only acting out
Of a mind that's grown sick of itself
How brave you are to fire blind into the crowd...
You sum your life to none,
And call what's left pure luck,
And in the next you will know it all too clear...
There was no god here.
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5. |
Mournings
03:28
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Like Sisyphus I am bound to fate;
My rock is pleasing people
I don't like in the first place ...
Are you certain you're alone?
On a night like this
Where the moonlight in the garden
Makes you feel like you're an artist
What have you been shown?
Could you convey it in a way
That relates to those lost in prayer so
Deep you couldn't believe even if
You were of faith in such things as they?
(What a stretch…)
Let us just say
That we were born
Under the same sun as all else;
Conned are those that fall for the blight
of that tricky little word,
Self
Free will and all else
I can feel the weight
lifting off of my shoulders ...
You stay here and watch
as your body gets older ...
For a moment I might be able to fly
If there’s a god who's seen me live,
I hope he doesn’t see me die
But when its over
I’ll sneak under cover
(and) commit the crime
Nothing makes me crazy now
Nothing makes me lose my mind but
Well, who are you to turn heads to the evidence?
Eyes are the gaze where the hum is the avalanche
Why the heart is the start of the art is just evident
In a phrase only spoke by a Pharaoh...
I am a living god or at least alive, I think,
Therefore I suppose what I know
Comes and goes in a flurry of emotional release
Am I just a figment of my own imagination?
Learn one thing my son;
I am Father to no one ...
For a moment you might be able to fly
There’s a god who's seen you live,
And I hope he saw you die.
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6. |
Mercy (Ghost Ships)
01:28
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7. |
Final Confessions
02:48
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Could it be (or just appear so?),
that the vessel is more than the
blood and the bones,
and the sacrilege satiated in
a waist deep dismissal of
reap what you sow?
Un-fucking-forgiveness-able
permissibly,
say to ye,
coulda-shoulda-woulda
but God in this economy?
Hardly
Faith is all we can afford,
so we fake it till we reap it,
and write off our rewards.
I dreamed of a sun
one brighter than mine
but now that I’m gone
I can’t put up a fight
We wait our whole lives
for a kinder light
Sorry father but what was I to do?
Cut my feet in the chasing after you?
Confess the sins of a mortal conned
in the cowardice of fearing the most natural
of ends?
nah
I sift the secrets of your silence ...
I dictate for myself the moral rights and wrongs
and the merits of the righteous.
I find faith in the strangest of places
not where the light breaks the dark
but in the shadow it creates
I dreamed of a sun
one brighter than mine
but now that I’m gone
I can’t put up a fight
we wait our whole lives
for a kinder light
Grasping for a greater sense of time
A meaning
to live,
to love,
to die ...
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8. |
First Conversions
04:13
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(Ah yes, the party is more than the sum of its guests…)
Was it crimson in color and thus camouflaged?
Drunk, naked, and screaming at the gates of god
Do you feed it when you fear it
could you will it back into existence
with a beg of forgiveness?
(Is he talking bout the heart?)
I'm growing sick of the way this universe defines itself
as if a potion to be mixed;
a series of equations to be solved ...
all under the guise of moral right and wrong
and out beyond
a field where I frolic with a vision of my own intuition
and I
could give a shit
or couldn’t give a
well whichever
I don’t remember
so I kill em with clever
fuck whatever is good enough,
lets start over now ...
Was it golden and setting?
aroused in me pity?
Drenched in that pretty,
a new shade of city ...
and I’m running from the ghost
of a past I
tried to leave at my last lives' gas stop
Guess not
rushing nothing
divinity don’t come easy to the over analytical
and then it hit me
like a ton of bricks
all you have to do is loosen your grip
and
ascension
So you want to get unstuck?
Come closer and I’ll fill your cup
See we can sit an 'conversate
have a talk and walk around
if you listen to what I’m saying
It begins with letting go, you know,
It’ll seem like the end,
Like its all set in stone,
there’s no need to pretend
the more you overthink it
(drink it, dwell it, tell it your woes)
The less you’ll understand about it,
that's how it goes …
What’ you trying to affect as you evaluate?
Forget what you expect and lets accept fate;
turns out when you want to be done it ain’t easy ...
Burns out quick but the smoke can’t leave see
It was bad then, it got worse right?
Lost in the dark, no searchlight ...
You could critique existence 'til your mind blows,
Or bask in rare instances when you find those …
Or shirk it off, pass the buck
Smirk and relax, cuz’ everything fucked
Or disregard it,
move ahead,
ascend ...
If its shitty at the moment
that don’t mean it never ends, now
Take that moment, and hold it,
and own it,
and know the importance of every component.
Or find the thing that tried to keep you from your zenith
and just do it while you hate it while you love it like you need it.
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9. |
Dream Aviary
03:26
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Crawl through a sunset and find heaven alive,
our hero proclaims …
Through life
we bleed
with blood
we feed
By death
we lead,
and find ourselves here;
Regret
and confession combined,
now that's
something
you should keep an eye on ...
not a pot boiling, or old wives ...
we tell ourselves nonsense
and when it rhymes ...
let me be clear:
or actually factual for once in my life,
I fear (I feel?),
I haven’t been honest with
who It matters to be honest with,
and if I get any simpler than I'm scared
I’ll get close to being understood
And what then?
You’ll all know what moves this pen.
And how what I really fear
is what I truly feel.
Oh, crazy what we make up
Fever that were jealous of ...
A light that comes and wakes us ...
Only parts of me worth (want?) love
Only parts of me worth (want?) love
When wrong I feed it,
grow it like a truth in the garden of Eden;
turn a lie into a promise,
and god knows just how far that goes...
Only parts of me worth (want?) love
Only parts of me worth (want?) love
Obscurity is my heaven
Absurdity is my reward
I run in place
in storms that quake (break?)
I sleep awake
and calm what shakes
with stories of a life after life
that makes it worth the while ...
you follow
you follow
I lie
I lie.
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10. |
Can You Miss Me Yet
07:31
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