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Grave
03:55
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1. Solomon's Slavery
I am a slippery salmon
Soapy skin smooth as King Solomon
Blood on my scales, i am wrinkled and pale
Hunted by saints and the common
You are the fisherman
Like Jesus and his slavery bondsman
Cast your nets overboard
Get right with the Lord
drown me in pills and in problems
Who owns the lighthouse?
Who is the man on the bay?
The sharp sirens ring
Such comforting things
" your well on your undefined way"
I am a swamp savior Sammy
Scent of shit, bow low and crown me
Blood on my name, don't dismount me
for I was once king of the valley
You are the final goodbye
From the water we rinse and we rise
Grab me by the neck,
Shiver and wrecked
Like a good book set fire to belonging
Who owns lighthouse?
Who is the man on the bay?
The siren it sings, such comforting things
"Your well on your undefined way
" your heaven's just silver and gray"
" your heaven's just a shallow grave".
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Morning Mourning
03:35
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Blue and gold flash across the Pines
Sirens hiss in the stillness
Stars sweep slowly shouting sock puppet sighs
like sanguine sad saps on the Lower east side
And I'm feeling swallowed alive
And I'm feeling swallowed alive
And I'm reeling..
Hit the ceiling
Swallowed alive
Black and white bars swim across the screen
Hill songs hum in resistance
Stepfather storming, staring at studio stillborn sights of your mother, a dull and dependent wine
A dull and dependent knife
Is it fear or flight?
Im feeling swallowed alive
Red ruby rise across the shallow sea
Moon caught spying like a four eyed entity
Echoes blaring, stomping at silver screened
starlets and blonde harlots
Kissing boys has never got me fired yet...
And I'm feeling swallowed alive
Yet I'm taking the steps to survive
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3. |
Sword In My Side
03:17
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Sword in my side
Snake in the grass
Satan in scarlet
This too shall pass
Snail in my shoes
Nail in the grooves
Sapien ( no homo? )
My impotence broods
Just sing me to sleep
Snap both my teeth
Leave me shaking
Shaking like a leaf
Bathe me in milk
Wrap me in dark
I'm trimmed and treasured
Both sterile and stark
Birth me a king
Rare and ready
I'm calm and cautious
Be slow and steady
Sing me to sleep
Snap both my teeth
Leave me shaking
Shaking like a leaf
Sword in my side
Snake in the grass
Satan in scarlet
This too shall pass...
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Hold my hand
For I am a wandering creature
Take off your clothes
Be both the Saint
And the sinner
I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be loved...
I just want to be touched
Wait in line for the next
On coming disaster
I have made up
In my mind
I'm the thief,
I'm the cancer
I don't want to die
No, I don't want to die
No, I don't want to die
I don't want to be left behind
I am an statue I can not be moved
I am a river come drown in me ( x2).
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5. |
Pigs on Parade
03:46
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Stains wash out of
Fabric as white
As your mothers blouse
Looks like blood brothers
Won't be shaking hands no more
Shed a tear for the general store
Where your mother works the 9-4
Placing jars on shelves she'll never reach
Dusting off books she'll never read
Sins wiped clean
White as snow
Our eyes peel back
"Whisper apt fools"
Contradiction sets in
( whimper whimper
"Let live"
Seventy times seven
I'll come crawling back)
Eyes won't shut
Concentrate on all the thoughts
We once gave up
Be strong!!
Thunder/ cave man tough
"Stay close and don't vote
Don't drink and don't smoke
Marry who you don't know"
We all end up unhappy
Swine scrubbed clean
White as snow
Our clothes stain bleach
In toxic swimming pools
Contradiction sets in
( whimper, whimper
"Let Live"
Seventy times seven
I'll come gnawing back)
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The Wicked Wolf
03:50
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I am a wolf
In the wild
Come and chase
Me down you clever child
With a knife
In your hand
Please your father
Be a man
Dig your feet
In the dirt
Uproot the bright and bubbling earth
Crumple up
Your mothers book
" several steps
To self worth"
Search for safety
In something sacred
Saintly woes now forsake us
Search for bravery
In the faces you let down
I am a wolf
In the wild
Come and chase
Me down you amorous child
With a sword
In your pants
Fulfill the laws demands
Dig your claws
Into my shirt
Only until it starts to hurt
Crumple up
Your telling smirk
" were sleeping in
The Devils church".
If our thoughts are not our thoughts
Than who can lead us to our God
If not ourselves, brave as hell
We know our faults and our fuck ups all too well..
We are the wolf
Wet and wild
Come bow down
You Frail child
Beneath the father
And the sun
Set high and blazing
Above no one
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A Voice for Vultures Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
Plaintive piano, shaky vocals, and honest lyrics.
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