1. |
Twenty-Sixty
05:06
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Everything is old
The sun is never cold
The world was built to last
The future is the past
And it’s over now
Easy come and easy go
What is it you think you know?
Got to learn to take it slow
Got to learn to let it go
And love this new technology
It’s become a part of me
Everything’s a part of me
Everything’s a part of me
And everything is all I need
Everything is new
There is no one in you
Only strings and waves
An image in a cave
And it’s not coming back
Easy come and easy go
What is it you think you know?
Got to learn to take it slow
Got to learn to let it go
And love this new technology
It’s become a part of me
Everything’s a part of me
Everything’s a part of me
And everything is all I need
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2. |
Dying Fall
03:09
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Should’ve known
Should’ve know by now
What it is
But it’s late
It’s late
Should’ve known it all anyway
Should’ve known
Should’ve know by now
Why it’s here
But it’s dark
It’s dark
Should’ve known it all from the start
But I do recall living in a dying fall
Brand new tune but the same old song
Brand new bullets in the same old gun
On the tip of your tongue
Should’ve known
Should’ve know by now
Where it is
But it’s big
It’s big
Should’ve known how small we really are
Should’ve known
Should’ve know by now
What it means
But it don’t
But it doesn’t mean
Should’ve known how to see nothing
But I do recall living in a dying fall
Brand new tune but the same old song
Brand new bullets in the same old gun
On the tip of your tongue
Should have known by now
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3. |
Napalm
02:43
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Assemble armies
Assemble armies
Call to arms
Sound alarms
When I’m gone
Do no harm
When I’m gone
Drop the bomb
Assemble angry men
Assemble angry men
Slogans in the air
Poison in your ear
When I’m gone
Do no harm
When I’m gone
Drop the bomb
Don’t beg don’t plead
Nothings going to stop me
When I’m gone
Do no harm
When I’m gone
Drop the bomb
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4. |
Procession
04:51
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Retreat
Retreat
Resign the pulpit on cats’ feet
It couldn’t be helped
You’ve lost the favor of the masses
Vascular rocks once sweet molasses
Catch only stick-on flies
Catching at goodbye
So much for the morning star
Horse’s head and a pit of tar
There is no pike at stake
Put away your silver cup and plate
As of late it seems
We’re running short on hours
Skin disease and burning towers
Adjust to fit the screen
No room for gates unseen
The gatekeeper is not what he seems
So much for the morning star
Horse’s head and a pit of tar
There is no pike at stake
Rows stocked fresh with amputees
Half asleep on hacked-off knees
Pantomiming hunchback pleas
With faces caked in salt
Is anything their fault?
No time to walk the burial grounds
Limbo kids won’t make a sound
From a sandbox sick with worms
They haven’t got the terms
To try and fill a speech
The worst off will suck on a leech
You can’t flesh out the old idea
So much for the morning star
There is no pike at stake
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5. |
The Profiteer
03:34
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You and you and
Form a queue and
Step stand
Step stand, forms on hand
Look straight, step straight
Straight ahead
Are you sick or are you dead
What’s that you said?
Oh, my, my
I think I’m seeing red
What would you pay for a man who thinks like me?
Fines and fees
On hands and knees
Am I all right?
Is this right?
Who is right?
Let’s not fight
Do I? Do I well enough?
Help me well enough?
I can’t think, can’t think
Can’t pull the plug and sink
What would you pay for a man who thinks like me?
Show us your papers
Show us your papers
Please show us
Thanks for all your concern, sir
Ma’am, sir
Colors blur
Don’t you know what I can do?
Will do to you?
I decide who lives and dies
I’m the man who speaks to flies
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6. |
Prisons
04:36
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I gave up the sun
Two eyes see as one
I gave up the sea
Black waters in me
Don’t ask no questions
They are just burdensome
Don’t give no answers
They are just prisons on
My hand is a razor
My face is a gun
I gave up the moon
A moment too soon
I gave up my hate
A moment too late
Don’t ask no questions
They are just burdensome
Don’t give no answers
They are just prisons on
My hand is a razor
My face is a gun
What did you say when your key was in the door?
Don’t ask no questions
They are just burdensome
Don’t give no answers
They are just prisons on
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7. |
Heads Won't Roll
03:28
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Three sticks in the field
One man and two heels
Which deserves the second look
The kind and insane or the sane and the crook?
Heads won’t roll
Arms won’t fold
No on you expected will come
Fading out with no where to run
Three fires in the coal
One thinks he’s in control
Got the good money and got the good name
Addiction to nothing is one and the same
Heads won’t roll
Arms won’t fold
No on you expected will come
Fading out with no where to run
In cactus lands without kings
No one’s running the show
If I could just own one more thing
I’d pull out of this hole
Whatever happened to meeting needs?
Needing more is my disease
Whatever happened to common sense?
A constant state of more unrest
Heads won’t roll
Arms won’t fold
No on you expected will come
Fading out with no where to run
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8. |
Nerves + Veins
04:29
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Nerves and veins
Have brought this world to view
Nothing more to you
Nerves and veins
Are rearranged in time
Only in your mind
I am what I think and I think as I’m told
Repeating phrases take their toll
Change the world but I can’t change my ways
Turn my heart into an empty cave
Nerves and veins are now your only friend
No one to defend
Nerves and veins will cause this world to end
Nothing to pretend
I am what I think and I think as I’m told
Repeating phrases take their toll
Change the world but I can’t change my ways
Turn my heart into an empty cave
Happiness is building structures
Misery is finite numbers
Nerves and veins
Have brought this world to view
Nothing more to you
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9. |
No One
03:42
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No one comes
No one leaves
No one cries
No one grieves
I can’t find the peace in rest
I can’t find the life in death
No wrath or welcome gates
Fire or saints
No one laughs
No one screams
No one hears
No one sees
I can’t find the peace in rest
I can’t find the life in death
No wrath or welcome gates
Fire or saints
Painted meat stripped down to bone
Sunday’s best dropped in a hole
No one rises
No one burns
No reprises
No returns
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10. |
Goodnight, Ladies
03:27
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Dying
Dying is the only way
Goodnight, ladies
Dying
Dying is the only way
Goodnight, ladies
Children
Children going out to play
Storming up the beach
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