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The Long Days are Here
03:25
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in the mercurial morning
light on bombs in the bay
all the gold in the water
the fireworks of independence day
in the mind and the belly
in a torino gt
she purrs and she's heavy
anxious to be free
there's no god in this valley
cannibals prowl the reeds
they're downtrodden in denver
fallen in with lesser beast
and it's hard, as the long days are coming
harder still, as the long days are here
i don't know nothing, i don't know that I ever will
cast my shadow to the concrete
i'm taller than i've ever been
i tried once to live the good life
fell instead to a life of sin
it's the wind that lifts the curtains
levitating in the den
the cold chill of your slumber
unknown where or when
its consequence of collapse
gravel dug into our hands
as sweat trickles down brows
there's a voice listing demands
and it's hard, as the long days are coming
harder still, as the long days are here
i don't feel nothing, i don't know that I ever will...
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Parakeet
03:15
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light in the attic
truck in the yard
tv static shotgun beneath the bar
double cassette kiss on the deck
shag carpet in the kitchen 5 days late on rent
standing still
silhouette in the window
shadows from blue to grey
lost in some strange limbo
parakeet died alone in it's cage
standing still is it still standing
answering machine memory full
photos on the mirror of friends back in school
body laid low cool against the ground
left the grave open so you could see out
standing still, i guess it's still standing, i guess it's still standing
my ex girlfriend wrote poems on her thighs
with a knife that she heated on the stove most nights
out the window a view of power lines
and the neighbors property trailer on it's side
standing still
silhouette in the window
shadows from blue to grey
lost in some strange limbo
parakeet died alone in it's cage
standing still is it still standing
in the basement by candlelight
thunder and lightning storm outside
tornado sirens this could be it
we've waited our whole lives for something like this
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i could kill you with my hands
violent desire meets violent ends
still making money on the backend
i wore out all my old friends
some people were born for the machine
others were born only to break things
chipped a tooth on a bad date
drinking alone on my birthday
i still look young for my years
you'll never catch me in tears
my favorite dreams are the nightmares
i'm the guy that lives downstairs
i crossed your name off months ago
got tired of hanging with your ghosts
inside every man there's a devil
i'll wear that bruise like a medal
throw your dreams on the pile
i think we're here for a while
city landfills, garbage fires
there's still someone i admire
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Bishop and Knights
04:06
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i used the last of the paints on your portrait
a lazy dog blocking the doorstep
we all have our own particular way to worship
had something to say but now it's unimportant
it all washes away it all washes away it all washes away it all washes away
when darkness falls we don't have to talk
you were sweeping the floor under the carpet
i've been here before this is not what i wanted
the damage is done now we live here forever
our bodies of rust follow the river
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you're building a house in the park by the fountain
coins in the pond koi swim all around them
you are learning to trust and bike without handles
and i'm catching up not that it matters
i used the last of the soap on the dishes
coming up short still have your knight and your bishop
can this be the end of a world that is endless
closing the doors and barring the entrance
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Into the Pitch
03:32
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drive out to the desert in a Cadillac
riding in the trunk with a shovel and a bag
gun in your hand and words in your mouth
...'we're not coming back'
saw a plane going down, couldn't hear the crash
50 miles from anywhere and we're out of gas
nowhere is good enough for me, now kindly let me leave
...wasn't meant to last
never saw a sun, set so fast
thrown into the pitch, tar pit black
i've never known anyone
never known no one
come back from despair
as deep as you have done
...now don't go back
bullets overhead, I know that sound
fistfuls of earth and we're moving out
what mattered then does it still matter now?
....we came back somehow
sirens down the street cops on their feet
moving through backyards parting laundered sheets
dogs barking from behind their screens
...we may never know peace
never saw a sun, set so fast
thrown into the pitch, tar pit black
i've never known anyone
never known no one
come back from despair
as deep as you have done
never saw a sun, set so fast
thrown into the pitch, tar pit black
i've never known anyone
never known no one
come back from despair
as deep as you have done
...now don't go back
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man you gotta know
gotta know what you stand for,
these devils are a handful
what's behind it all
step up or we fall
try to break you down,
bend, be broken,
surrender to the sound,
the path is open
all there is to know,
we all will walk alone
these days it's hard to know
who to depend on,
everything is wrong,
still dark at the dawn
it all falls apart,
broken as our hearts
man you've gotta fight
for your convictions,
with everything you are,
your best intentions
grifters and the frauds
and all the lesser gods
the bastards wear down
day by day,
don't recognize the sound
of your own voice now
alone in the dark
everything has its start
man you gotta know
gotta know what you stand for,
these devils are a handful
what's behind it all
step up or we fall
Judith with the Head of Holofernes
now every time i hear you speak
the words bleed
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All My Nights Are Dreams Cheyenne, Wyoming
punk pyrate folk fooker gut-punch philosophaster.
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