1. |
A Song for Ben and Steph
05:23
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[Instrumental]
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The weather here is warm year round
I suppose it could be worse
Tacky castles and imaginary Main Streets
Yeah, God would set up shop here first
The Magic Man
Sword in hand
Comes down swinging from above
He’ll separate
Obliterate
Everything you used to love
Teach your children all about the grace of God
And his fiery damnation
Don’t sweat the details, you know the Devil lives in there
And it’s a matter of salvation
The Magic Man
Sword in hand
Comes down swinging from above
He’ll separate
Obliterate
Everything you used to love
You might be afraid
Of the plans he’s unmade
Or the change for the worse
Or the friends he coerced
If we stay til it’s through
You know what he will do
We are doomed now to die
Not just one time, but twice
Home for forgotten prophets
Take a load off, put up your feet
You fought the good fight and you finished the race
Never mind the blood that’s running in the street
Standing naked before the lord
Or the landlord, anyway
Don’t listen to me begging you to stop
You’ve still got a lot to say
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3. |
Zion
04:17
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You asked me to write a song for you
But I’m guessing this isn’t
What you expected
I took the blame and I took a drink
I admitted all those things
You never suspected
I’m stumbling for answers
You’re crying out in anger
I’m drinking all the liquor
You’re burning all the pictures
I dream a storm of sand buries me
It courses through my veins and I feel nothing
‘Till I am jarred awake, alone again with my thoughts
They rattle through my mind and I feel everything
You asked me “for better or for worse?”
But I’m guessing you know
I’m the latter
I took the vows and I broke your heart
I carry all the shame
I am the matter
I’m in a holding pattern
You’re on a path that’s clearer
I'm trying to to be better
You say you’re never happier
I dream a storm of sand buries me
It courses through my veins and I feel nothing
‘Till I am jarred awake, alone again with my thoughts
They rattle through my head and I feel everything
I’m fighting all my demons
You’re clearly getting stronger
I’m still not finding reasons
You’re on your way to Zion
I dream a storm of sand buries me
It courses through my veins and I feel nothing
‘Till I am jarred awake, alone again with my thoughts
They rattle through my head and I feel everything
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4. |
Fool
05:59
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The evidence was clear as day
Not worth doubting anyway
You showed me things I never knew
Tried to make me just like you
I would have followed you for life
A broken bride, a wounded wife
But you and I we fell apart
And now I’m right back at the start
Fool me once and it’s a shame
Once again and I’m to blame
I ricochet between my thoughts
Worth it all or all for naught?
Now I’m on my own at last
Embracing now, rejecting past
I only wish I knew a way
A way that I could make you pay
Burn you down or blow you up
A poison pill, a poisoned cup
Drown you in your sea of lies
Or tie you to the railroad ties
Yeah I won’t be strong enough
I see you now calling my bluff
It isn’t fair it’s not okay
That you can simply walk away
Mind aching
Heart breaking
My bitter soul for the taking
Need closure
Exposure
Nevermore again your soldier
One quick glance
Broke my trance
True clarity comes with distance
And forever
I’ll never
Mend the chains I’ve finally severed
Your best intention isn’t shit
Neither are the goods you sell with it
You broke my heart, you broke my mind
You took the fruit, I got the rind
I’m out of pills to ease the ache
You’re out for new lives you can break
Wish I could say I wish you well
I’d rather see you burn in hell
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5. |
Pretty Tragic Life
04:00
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It’s a beautiful life
I’m not one to complain
Lots of warm air and sunshine
We’re happy again
We spread seeds of good news
And we reap what we sow
We are laborers who
Have earned our just reward
Smiling wide for the flock
Raining peace from above
With our Heritage built
On foundations of love
Even Jessica knows
Though she says it’s not true
We fill two books with all
Of the works that we do
It’s a beautiful life
Though I’m on my way down
Trading cold rooms and bunk beds
For my sceptre and crown
But the work must go on
And it will, wait and see!
Only five trips around
And I’m on your TV
See, I learned quite a lot
In my time spent away
Yes I read the good book
And I know what to say
There’s calamity coming
It’s just up ahead
Follow me to the bunkers
Leave the dead with the dead
It’s a beautiful life
Though there’s much now to fear
If you don’t want to stumble
Let me be your seer
For I know where you’re going
Just hope not to hell!
If you send me your offering
All will be well
Some folks get confused
And call Heaven a fraud
Just tell Harvey and Matthew
He’s a most vengeful God
Eat your bucket of food
Hunker down now my friend
It’s a tragedy, yes
You survived ‘til the end
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6. |
A.B.
04:05
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[Instrumental]
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7. |
The Only Breakfast Boy
04:20
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[Instrumental]
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8. |
7mm
05:17
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My friends all adored you
My parents implored you
To fix up my life, set me straight
I’ll admit you seemed charming
So smart, so disarming
So willingly I took the bait
And you taught me to love
But beyond and above
You taught me just who I should hate
Now I can’t make a move
Without some way to prove
The reason I stayed out so late
Aim your rifle at my chest
Take your time
Load your 7 millimeter
I don’t mind
Aim your rifle at my chest
Take your time
Load your 7 millimeter
I don’t mind
A modest proposal
You’re taking me over
And Lord knows that you know what’s best
There’s no point in fighting
No place fit for hiding
I play my cards close to the vest
You say you’re benevolent
You’re just trying to sell me it
Stick with you, and then I’ll be blessed
With a perfect relationship
You know that’s a load of shit
Without you I’m far from bereft
Aim your rifle at my chest
It’s not too late
Load your 7 millimeter
I can wait
Aim your rifle at my chest
It’s not too late
Load your 7 millimeter
I can wait
Aim your rifle at my chest
Take your time
Load your 7 millimeter
I don’t mind
Aim your rifle at my chest
It’s not too late
Load your 7 millimeter
I can wait
Aim your rifle at my chest
Take your time
Load your 7 millimeter
I don’t mind
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9. |
Like a Movie
05:18
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10. |
Dusklight T.V. Time
05:48
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t doesn’t matter what we find
The days are shorter all the time
Something funny, something sad
So let’s forget that fight we had
Two feet apart and worlds away
You never hear me when I say
I want a bit of something more
But it’s not worth dying for
So turn it up
Tune it in
Just ignore the way I’ve been
And I’ll pretend
That I’m okay
For one more day
Measure friendship by the glow
Washing over us in our shows
To share a laugh or look aghast
Pretend I’m growing up too fast
Oh you think that’s funny too?
I laugh much harder here with you
We struggle through the steamy stuff
Until you think I’ve seen enough
Leave it be
Don’t touch the dial
It gets better in a while
A dirty word
Something risqué
It’s all cliche
So turn it up
Tune it in
Just ignore the way I’ve been
And I’ll pretend
That I’m okay
For one more day
If letting go is just too hard
Well look away, let down your guard
I'll disappear without a trace
To Illinois or outer space
I wonder if you felt it too
A weak connection, me to you
As fragile as the evening light
That pulls the day down into night
So thanks again
It meant a lot
Though I wonder if you thought
That in the end
That time would be
The best for me
So turn it up
Tune it in
Just ignore the way I’ve been
And I'll pretend
That I'm okay
For one more day
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11. |
Neon Yellow / Afterglow
09:46
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Terminal 3 looks empty tonight
Except the glow of water under fluorescent light
As I parade through flags of different countries
I rehearse what I’ll say to my cup of coffee
Neon Yellow.
Then I saw what happened on TV
And I knew anything could happen to you and me
Standing there watching families reunite
Beginning down a path to a different life
Neon Yellow.
And I throw my inhibitions to the sea
Cause everything I’ve ever wanted is walking towards me
In neon yellow.
It feels like gravity no longer holds us down
The soft glow of streetlights lighting up my hometown
Staring out the window wondering where to go
All that remains is the silent afterglow
Of neon yellow.
<<ADVANCE>>
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These Guys These Guys Chicago, Illinois
Post-Rock Music in a Pre-Apocalyptic World.
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