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21 Spoons
05:44
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There’s got to be a life hiding,
In this thing that I’m doing,
Otherwise all this breathing,
Ain’t worth the shaking and moving
The moon is only a nightmare,
Just because it’s so unfair,
And I know it will come down to cut me down for,
All my crimes of grandeur
Now I’ve got 21 spoons in my pocket,
Should I sink them, should I skip them,
Should I jump and try to swim with them?
21 spoons
I’ve been wasting my life all day,
Trying to find what I’m hiding away,
Because I still want to kill what still wants to stay
I’ll just use the 21 spoons in my pocket,
Could I fight them, could I hide them,
Could I grab hold and dig with them?
21 spoons
And when I’m six feet under a thumb,
Spoon feed me a time-tested poison
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2. |
Consortium
03:52
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I’ll hold you close and scream in your ear,
“Nostalgia’s so convenient, my dear,”
A trial by recycled advice,
Around the wheel, around like mice
There’s no room for comfort in this sort of –
Take it all back or give it all up,
Who decides when enough’s enough?
Confusion hides on shelves hanging low,
Hidden behind hearts that none of us know
There’s no room for comfort in this sort of-
The selfish saints of New Oz,
Are defining us with their hoops and laws,
An effigy of what we think,
Not what we want or what could be,
Lost is lost at desert or sea,
The light was warm and bright but fades,
A dying star, a eulogy,
For such ado about anything
There’s no room for comfort in this sort of –
There’s no room for comfort in this sort of consort
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3. |
Army of Animals
05:11
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There are scratches in your radar where I fell right off the edge,
Strike me down one more time with a bite right to the neck
Sweep away my circus bones from underneath your door,
Dragging knuckles black and blue can't even up the score,
Alone with stripes where your knife hit me straight and true,
I howl at the moon, "Hate me like you used to"
I wanna go back,
Fight you tooth and nail,
Ruffle my feathers,
Chasing my own tail
Lock me in your cage again, I'll chew right through your chains again,
I miss your army
Drag me like a tail again, cut your teeth on my bones again,
I miss your army
Chase me down, run around, and swing me vine to vine,
All is fair and good when you're hungry for wartime,
Tear my fur from my skin,
Claw, chew, gnaw, and peck,
Strike me down one more time with a bite right to the neck
I wanna go back,
Fight you tooth and nail,
Ruffle my feathers,
Chasing my own tail
Lock me in your cage again, I'll chew right through your chains again,
I miss your army
Drag me like a tail again, cut your teeth on my bones again,
I miss your army
Push me out the nest again, I'll fight and fly again,
I miss your army
Gnash or gnarl or snarl or growl, just show me all your teeth,
It's survival of the cruelest and you surely can't be beat,
Your uniforms are spotted and your uniforms are striped,
My canary gasps before the crash but it always flies and dies,
Your elephants are yellow and your elephants are black,
You moved them from my lines and now they're never coming back
Lock me in your cage again, I'll chew right through your chains again,
I miss your army
Drag me like a tail again, cut your teeth on my bones again,
I miss your army
Push me out the nest again, I'll fight and fly again,
I miss your army of animals
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4. |
Legless in the Graveyard
05:33
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You don't dance with me anymore,
And this time in the dark has become such a bore
As I claw slowly,
At the ground that I'm holding
How can you call a place like this home?
Won't you follow me to the meadows we roam?
But something's calling,
I can't tell if I'm falling,
And the light keeps fading,
Now my spine's rearranging
Beasts and ghosts keeping pulling me,
From my hope of immortality,
Voices in my head,
Won't cease 'til something's dead
I know you can see the tears that we cry,
How can you say that your's ain't the same kind?
Why can't I see your tail anymore?
These instincts weren't meant to be chores
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5. |
Ghost
08:16
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I'm brewing up a real bad case of déjà vu,
I don't know who's next to me,
If I'm one or if I'm two
I'm just a stranger to most,
I'm losing my touch,
I'm just a stranger to most,
Just me and my ghost
I see my ghost tonight,
In the lost moonlight,
He swings there 'til my supply runs dry
I can't see the sounds or hear what you hear,
I only see the otherworldly,
There's lots of feeling going on for someone feeling so numb,
My apparition he sings,
And the table swings
I see my ghost tonight,
In the lost moonlight,
He swings there 'til my supply runs dry
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6. |
Big Pariah You
07:28
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Tell me a lie,
Yeah, lie through your teeth,
With an unblinking grin,
Won’t you fake honesty?
What we want and what we need,
I want to eat and I need to bleed,
Full of miserable passion,
Hear! Hear! There, there…
We’re only burning ashes here
Let’s be afraid,
Of the first thing we see,
Let’s dig a hole,
And lose sanity
What we want and what we need,
I want to eat and I need to bleed,
Full of miserable passion,
Hear! Hear! There, there…
We’re only burning ashes here
Big secrets, if there’s such a thing,
Wild blood, if there’s such a thing,
You big pariah you,
You and me too
What we want and what we need,
I want to eat and I need to bleed,
Full of miserable passion,
Hear! Hear! There, there…
We’re only burning ashes here
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There’s a man on a northbound train,
He wears a rubber band where his wedding band ain’t
And there’s a woman hobbling down a walkway,
She’s out looking for a new wooden leg
And there’s somebody holding a dead man’s gun,
He lost that battle but his war’s long won
A huckster, a leper, a trickster, a scourge
Maybe I don’t wanna be saved
By Jesus and his lawyers
You’re nobody until somebody hates you
Don’t trust a man who has everything,
And don’t trust a man who has nothing,
And I’ll hide away in the great wide open,
Just as soon as I pick my poison
A huckster, a leper, a trickster, a scourge
Maybe I don’t wanna be saved
By Jesus and his lawyers,
Because
You’re nobody until somebody hates you
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8. |
Do You Read Me, Diane?
05:53
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Diane,
I hope you can hear me through the static,
I'll try to make this brief if I can,
You should know my words are wrapped in codes,
Rearranged because you never know,
Who might be listening in
Out on the margin with you,
Down on the corner they're split in two,
What's left of this view?
When the water is calm,
They will ignore their own reflection,
A stone hand will never point itself in a new direction,
I think it's time we ride a different tide
Diane,
Sorry to have left things so obscure,
I should have made that choice back then,
But now we're tracing broken lines,
To find out where the stars aligned,
Where the hell did it all begin?
Dancing to the full moon's call,
As the summer leaves began to fall,
Outside the demon's ball,
We read the writing on the wall
When the water is calm,
They will ignore their own reflection,
A stone hand will never point itself in a new direction,
I think it's time we ride a different tide
What do you think we should do?
What are you thinking, Diane?
Did my message come through?
Do you read me, Diane?
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9. |
The Illusion of the Turk
10:35
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Not just an automaton,
A compound contraption,
Only half a man can control it
Wooden eyes expand,
The old clay pipe in hand,
Only half a man can control the
Turk
Constructed to impress,
The Austrian Empress,
Only half a man can control it
Napoleon the Great,
Surrendered to checkmate,
Only half a man can control the
Turk
Only half a man can control me
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10. |
Skizzards and Scoundrels
08:38
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I’ve paid my admission,
To the generation gap,
And it’s a real sad chapter,
Where time can’t get at you
I don’t know why flags are at half-mast,
Maybe a person from time’s past,
A time where they felt the need to confess
Everyone here has a quota,
Three breakdowns a day,
They’re always crunching the numbers,
And the clocks are always winding away
I’ve paid my admission,
To the generation gap,
And it’s a real sad chapter,
When time can’t get at you
Circa new normal is where the scoundrels lay their heads,
And circa new normal is where the skizzards lay their eggs,
But I hate reminiscing,
I hate reminiscing,
I hate reminiscing,
I hate reminiscing,
I hate it, I hate it…
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