1. |
Annabelle
04:13
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I’ve had a hand in pleasantries
Sought out the fires of Aberdeen
A basket case of Beltane blaze
The crow flies short of the wind
Through the forest of amenity
Tossed to the grace of the pit
Soldier out on the rampart
Seek the pace of the warrior’s beat
What a treat
Sad to say, she’ll hold me anyway
Sad to say, it feels this way
Anna belle your broken in the back
Cheap shot to the careless way I act
One for love, The other for the hack
My joints are cramping
From the repeat of the stance
That I’ve been bound to hold
To keep the romance
Anna belle your broken in the back
Cheap shot to the selfish way I act
One for love, The other for the hack
Anna Belle I love the way you act
Five for five
10 for 10
You keep me rolling
Under, the cracks in your skin
Anna Belle your broken in the back
Cheap shot to the fucked up way I act
One for love, the other for the hack
Annabelle, I love the way you act
Annabelle, I love the way you react
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2. |
Dangerous Goods
03:56
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Trouble blowing from the eastern Shore
Tried the air, my gut won’t breath
Just the child in my body weeps
Tripped up from traveling, what’s the running for
Bill floats freely bout 20 feet, from the door
The waters flaming from the Styrofoam cup
Was it better, in the bunker, bounded by luck
Trial by error, or malevolent peace
Treason, just the reason, for pleading the point
Posterity, imposters a disastrous toy
Must be dangerous, must be dangerous goods
Must be dangerous, must be dangerous goods
Pathological lies, worldwide demise,
A gate for perspective to shutter the eyes
What’s the damage when speakers leak dust from their nose
Corrosive the chemicals, are you arming the hose
To conduce the conductor to runaway rails
Covered tracks, with a bottle of opiates
Fists up to the wannabe socialists
Pursue the perception, of life, like the rest of us
Must be dangerous
Must be dangerous, must be dangerous goods
Must be dangerous, must be dangerous goods
Pleasant, the knife, hardened the life
Won’t you riot, won’t you riot
For dangerous goods
Won’t you riot, won’t you riot
Won’t you riot, won’t you riot
Won’t you riot, won’t you riot
For dangerous goods
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3. |
Carousel
06:36
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Mad man brews potions to ease the brain
Tells me the stories of a day he’ll shame
One day, the pain will simply subside
Says there’s no rose in the romance of suicide
There’s no Beauty in alcohol
No romantic parting or a hell of a fall
You just go on your own, into the night
I can sense her vision, I can feel her smile
From way back to the notes, I’ve written. Been dusty for awhile
But damn it all if I can see through this door I know too well
Through that door, I’m still left hanging, the door to the carousel
There’s no Beauty in alcohol
No romantic parting or a hell of a fall
You just go on your own, into the night
Her Iris shines bluer in winter
Skin sings sweeter with sweat
But all I taste, the bitters from the venom on my breath
There’s still beauty in alcohol I thought
It’s a hell of a way to shoulder the fall
But what if it’s not, and what if I’m wrong, and what if I’m mistaking a life for a song
It’s the carousel I’m after, it’s what I’ve come to love
But what if I’m damned to killing a man, or the man I thought I was
It’s the carousel I’m after, It’s only friend of mine, thoughtless now the bastard
Trivial the mind
Her Iris shines bluer in winter
Skin sings sweeter with sweat
All I taste is her memories, and the time before my death
It’s the carousel I’m after, it’s what I’ve come to love
But what if I’m damned to killing a man, or the man I thought I was
It’s the carousel I’m after, It’s only friend of mine, thoughtless now the bastard
Trivial the mind
It’s the carousel I’m after, but what if I’m wrong, the hooks will keep me sleepless, the romance will be gone
There’s no pain in alcohol
No romantic parting or a hell of a fall
You just go on your own, into the night
The old man brews potions to ease the brain
Tells me the stories of a day he’ll shame
One day, the pain will simply subside
Says there’s no rose in the romance of suicide
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4. |
For What It's Worth
05:05
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Must I stand above myself, bones now rest in shallow earth
The jealousy for what it’s worth, the air seems more coarse than dirt
I’ve reason to believe that’s it’s all just make believe
From the inside looking out, its less trouble grounding out, It seems
There it goes again, she whispers, all with confidence, a question
What is worth this struggle, spinning, down and out, barely livin’
From what I am told, it’s harsher growing old
From the inside looking out, it’s less trouble grounding out, it seems
Somewhere, in this static doubt
I aspired to release myself
For what it’s worth, I blamed this life on the birth
Seems the fallout got worse
Sought redemption from the earth
Must I stand above myself; bones now rest in hallow ground
There is goes she whispers, sometimes it’s better left unfound
Somewhere, in this static doubt
I aspired to release myself
For what it’s worth, we’re a design by default, It’s not wrong walk out
It’s not wrong to believe, that you and I might be better in the weeds
Relief, you and I might find a way to be, better breaking free, and see
There comes a time, a time to write home again
A place to behave again, thought it was a lie
I’m going straight to hell, with a mission to regain myself
What a place to behave again, what a place to be
We’re going straight to hell, with a mission to regain ourselves
What a place to behave again, in the Bella Donna hue
We’re going straight to hell, with a mission to regain ourselves
What a place to behave again, in the Bella Donna hue
What a view, what a view, from the Bella Donna
From the Bella Donna hue
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5. |
Demons
04:19
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Sometime the song ain’t sweet
A bitter end to the old repeat
Sometimes the song ain’t swell
A rite of passage through the aches of hell
Sometimes it ain’t that bad,
But I’d much rather sing the songs I had
A different time, a different mind
Was I a man of righteous life?
I don’t know, the stories old,
Tracks are beaten, the trail is cold
Who am I in tales of old?
A Thief? A lover, I’m told
A lover I’d wish to hold
But my demons come
My demons will come
Wishing, something
Something I wish to do
Just to soften the wrought iron, I’ve tied myself to
A way to ease the hangin’, keep from hanging low
What a time, same old’ mind
Killer on the road
My demons come
Sing me a song so sweet,
A pleasant end to the young retreat
Sing me a song so swell
I’ll find a way through the pains of hell
Sometimes, it ain’t that bad
But I’d much rather sing the songs I had
While my demons come
My demons, come
My demons come
Oh, my demons come
My demons will come
Oh, they come
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6. |
Ego
03:11
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I’ve been a hole for you
Care to explain the view
Why don’t you speak, the truth, or instead
Draw me a figure, of all that we stand for, I guess
Some day, we will both escape
All of the rage, will turn dry
The pattern in tiles, will lead us to the miles
Of ruthless denial, it’s safe
You will find it easier and I will find it dull
Do you fear me
Do you fear me, dear
Do you want me out
Do you fear me, dear
Do you want me
I’ve been a hole for you
Won’t you explain the view
May I repeat the truth, or instead
Find you a reason, to hold me again
You fear me
You fear me, dear
Do you want me out
But you fear me dear
Do you want me out
I’ve been a hole in you
I’d care to explain my view
Is it worth the risk, or attempt
To move forward, with dismissal
Of consequence
I fear you
I fear you dear
You shut me out
Leave me within
A body to begin (Cancel out)
You sought me out
You sought me out
The ego wins
The ego wins
The ego wins
Again
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7. |
Golden Rod
05:36
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Cheaper than the golden rod
Finds it’s way in the through the heart of God
When she speaks, she’s alone, the bloodied speech
Of the witch to her throng, sings on (and on, and on, and on)
Terror in peace, words, hit like ice to the meek
Frozen in shards, while the lonesome sing to words of god
She’s done and left the strongest on but why?
Cause they’ll all go
Somewhere in deep space
The angels go to hide their face and sing along
It’s alright babe, to be in a lonely state, but your worth
Is worth these words in outer space
Don’t fear me, I’ll be lonely, but you and I will lonesome as two
We will guide you
The words will come to marry all your doubt
There’s a mark on the wind, that whips the cheeks of wishful to sin
But not to let go, to know that the wandering guilt is not yours to withhold
It must be ours to behold, we are better lonesome as friends
It must be ours to withhold, your better left on the mend
Don’t be anxious, or nervous, we are all just here to pretend
That we love ourselves blindly, and self-worth denies us an end
We’ll all go somewhere in deep space
The angels go to hide there face and sing along
It’s alright babe, to be in a lonely state
But your worth is worth these words and outer space
Don’t fear me, I’ll be lonely, but you and I’ll be lonesome now as two
Don’t fear me, I’ll be lonely, but you and I’ll be lonesome as two
Don’t fear me, I’ll be lonely, but you and I’ll be lonesome now as two
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8. |
Mary The Devil
04:22
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Low and behold the fighting is done
Might not believe it, but your dreams have been won
The makers of scars are out on the run
Children wearing jewelry made from cavalry guns
Reparation for killing the brilliant minds
The teachings and textbooks and telling of time
Go down in history as a marvelous figure
You only left only to others a targeted trigger
They’ve got a neighbor and the rest of their lives
Others see nothing but the flash in their eyes
The bloods in the hands of the coward that rests
Sleepless the others, still frames at best
Low and behold the fighting has ceased
Now numbers, just marks that sit on the sheet
You are the Liar that sits in the seat
With selfish desire, and willing retreat
Societal poisons an easy device
Just hold out your hand and feed them as mice
Waste not, want not, maintain the line
Sing lullabies of misspent minds
Blind the eyes of inherent truth
Don’t refuse
Don’t refuse or lack to care
Of a rendition of its love affair
Broken and parted the way that it started
Your missing the point, this age is just wired
To the lips and the throats of the puppets required
such joke for the damned when they meet the retired
Low and behold the fighting is done
Might not believe it, but your dreams have been won
The makers of scars are out on the run
Children wearing jewelry made from cavalry guns
Low and behold the killings begun
No rhyme or reason, just to spill the blood
Wish you the best in your traveling time
Just marry the devil, she’ll keep you in line.
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9. |
Novocaine
04:53
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Are you my host
The god, the ghost
Hear the changing of the tide
All with innocence, circumstance, and evidence
Must be partial to denial
Sweet dreams my dear
I’ll find you when you’re near
Won’t be a long way out
All my friends have gone
Paid a cheaper toll, then the bus ride home
Train hopper, Bail jumper, holding out the line
It’s easier that way, we’ve all made our mistakes
Novocain, caress the brain
On the naked nerves of ticking time
Novocain, going to lay me low
For the passing ain’t the easy way to go
Are you the ghost
The child, the host
The speaker that roams bout the house
Separate to coincide, consciousness is another choice
But you dare not say a word
The grownups, have their table
We, we have the gasoline
We’ll blow up all the documents,
Demanding lack of speech
Quiet now your lips
Speak deeply to the mist
Leave the preacher, to man the guillotine
All my friends have gone
Paid a cheaper toll, then the bus ride home
Train jumper, bail skipper, holding out the line
It’s easier that way, we’ve all made our mistakes
Novocain, caress the brain
On the naked nerves of ticking time
Novocain, Lay me low
For the passing ain’t the easy way to go
Novocain, it’ll be simpler still
The passing ain’t the only thing that kills
Novocain, it’ll be simpler still
For the passing ain’t the only thing that kills
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10. |
Northern Line
06:14
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Shelter me, from my mindful side
Sing your songs to silent night
If that silent night don’t die
Shelter me from the field of mines
All the way from this calling sign
From here to the Northern line
If that Northern line will speak
I’ll follow you till my knees grow weak
If that Northern line, will shine
I’ll follow you till the day I day
If that line, will soon grow pale
We’ll all be wishful, of Lilydale
All be wishful of Rich and Dave
Lined up for the crowd of ache
Smile, friends for the truth is told
The field of mines, are the way of old
What the hell is the life I feel
I’m a pile, in the ashes sealed
If that pile blows away
I’ll come back to you someday
Shelter me from the field of minds
Shelter me from the silent night
If that field of mines don’t die
Shelter me from the life of mine
Shelter me from the field of minds
Shelter me from the holding sign
If that field of mine don’t die
Shelter me from the life of mine
I went to carry the space
Rubble, you’d care to take
Don’t take me home
Down the Northern line
But if you heed the advice
Of the maestro, his device
Bound to leave you alone
We’ll Fake your way
To the Northern Line
I’ll Take you home
To the Northern Line
We’ll take you home
To the Northern Line
Love and all
To the Northern Line
Shelter me, From my mindful side
Sing the songs, of silent night
If that silent night don’t die
Shelter me from the mind of mine
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11. |
Reign
03:45
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This is the song I sung
To the boy within, the smoking gun
Impair the eyes, to break the ice, blind to sacrifice
Habit, streams, in foreign dreams
The older me has fled
You alone, find vision, in my head
The ghost’ll Reign me in
Far from the past, the skeletons
The truth don’t pain me as it should
Sew the seam
That keeps me up at night
Mmm, I want to be revived
From the mask, of the guise
That comforted the mind
Some semblance of life
Disguise the conscious brain from recklessness and careless tactics
My bones don’t ache me like the age I thought them artifacts
Just the memoirs of a child left there to speak
It seems the sacrifice, is simplified, devouring the meek
The ghost’ll Reign me in
Far from the past, the skeletons
The truth don’t pain me as it should
sew the seams
That keep me up at night
Mmm, I want to be revived
From the mask, of the guise
That comforted the mind
Some semblance of life
People die, people grow
People misunderstand
The condition, the brutality of man
The cause of concern is not one of fate
But the misunderstanding that we all jumped the gate
Misery, led the road on ahead
Well the crowning jewel, sits patiently on the stead of death
Who’s to blame, for the sacrificial game
Of leaving all the memories in the wake
Mmm, I want to be revived
From the mask, of the guise
That comforted the mind
Some semblance of life
Semblance of life
Habit, streams, in foreign dreams
The otherer me has fled
You alone, find vision, in my head
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Oliver Burdo New York
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