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Lebanon
04:05
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the damned ones
raise good sons
and daughters
follow their fathers
here you are
burning stars
hoping for
anything at all
there they go
throwing stones
into a
bucket of sorrows
only time
passes by
with you here
i can see clearer now
all that i’d ever want
and all that i’d ever need
is taken from her hands
and laid down in a scene
and all that we ever are
in this space
shadows trace
a feeling
without any meaning
surely now
you have found
the colors
to show to your mother
even still
darkness spills
but you hold it
into your stomach
they burned you
they spurned you
they killed you
and nothing is clearer now
all that we’d ever want
and all that we’d ever need
is lost inside the grave
is rolled up in your sleeve
and all that we cry out for
is beaten and it’s taken away
it’s lost inside a thought
before the dawning day
and all that they took from you
your goodness and your innocent grace
they pushed you on the floor
they spat upon your face
and all that you ever saw
was a god that only knows how to break
they put away your soul
i want to sing your name
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2. |
Carnival
03:57
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gloria
i sing unto your name
through every pain
it’s all the same
holy one
i fear i’ve been disgraced
by platitudes
so commonplace
she appears
alive and well i fear
and she says
she has no room for tears
and time goes on
it’s nothing when you’re young and gone
and all your song is sung
come in peace
you come and lay me down
without a sound
the love i’ve found
rivers cross
a place where i have been
wallowing
in all my sin
crucified
she took the time to die
mystified
she breathed out her own life
hallelujah
praise his name for all he’s done
gloria
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3. |
16
04:55
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i go out to walk at night
i’ve never been afraid
of seeing ghosts of future lives
i never have betrayed
it’s not like painting pictures
of stories you have read
it’s a lot like chasing horses
it’s a lot like holding hands
it’s a lot like recognition
for a face you had not planned
to appear
you go out to walk at night
in a place that’s in your dreams
burning candles guide your sight
a strength beneath the beams
it’s not like you have wanted
for anything but love
it’s a lot like glowing torches
it’s a lot like stinging sands
it’s a lot like premonitions
of a holy distant land
to appear
stand still for now
you can always tell a loved one
who has never loved at all
and now a story’s ended
i crawl
i can never walk at night
i always hear the sounds
of little children laughing like
they’ve figured living out
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4. |
Not All Here
03:10
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people asking questions
and it’s never ending
what am i to say to them?
i have no easy answers
have no easy plans for
anything that’s happening
i think it’s in disguise
the words i’m meant to find
but i cannot realize
i feel it overtake me
anger and i’m angry
and no one else gives a damn
i feel it in the bastards
happily ever after
living like they’ve had a plan
it’s too easy to despise
any other life
but i think i’m doing fine
now i hear so clear in the clouds full of sound
that show all the time and i know where i’m found
but i see nobody else
i can tell a story
paint all of the boring
thoughts that i will think all day
but it will never help me
find the everlasting
peace for what i want to say
i look into those eyes
and i wonder what it’s like
to ever be denied
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every night
my name reveals it’s story
it walks around
and then it goes to bed
but in a sense
i cannot see it wholly
and still i try
and fail it once again
it’s not like i’m feeling bad
for the good times that i’ve had
it’s not like i’m feeling low again, again
it’s not like i’m feeling low again
sylvia
i speak your name discreetly
i see your pain
but cannot comprehend
all this life
is fleeting floating embers
i see the words
engraved upon your skin
it’s not like i’m feeling bad
for the good times that i’ve had
it’s not like i’m feeling low again, again
it’s not like i’m feeling low again
Jesus Christ
a name i hold most dearly
you call me in
i’ve been led to believe
but is there room
for children of creation
who have not lived
and have so much to do
it’s not like i’m feeling bad
for the good times that i’ve had
it’s not like i’m feeling low again, again
it’s not like i’m feeling low again
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6. |
Damn Old Gertrude
05:25
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everyday it’s getting closer
but i just sit waiting for the end
i told someone that i’d be over
but i can’t work the will up to pretend
i feel inside of me
a different kind of grief
no one else is gonna be your friend
can you hear a preacher preaching
he’s preaching on the sermon on the mount
he says blessed are the weak ones
cause everything for them has just gone south
i wonder if the Lord
will give me room and board
no one else is gonna be your friend
damn old Gertrude’s in the basement
she’s feeding on the arrogance of time
dirty bottles, drugs, and visions
provide a way to take away a life
she has no reason why
but she’ll make sure you will die
no one else is gonna be your friend
Indiana you are calling
for sinners in the habits of their sins
where no one really has a hobby
but setting up our loved ones from within
it’s in this lonely town
and it’s woven all around
no one else is gonna be your friend
next time i am in the church house
i’ll light a candle, then i’ll blow it out
for every homesick daughter waiting
for weak ones to come teach her how to shout
but until that day
i have nothing to say
no one else is gonna be your friend
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7. |
Our Darling Daughter
05:09
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the autumn turned the sunlight grey
it’s not always going to be this way
but i’m always alone when you’re not here
the children play another game
it’s not easy to just say your name
but there’s always a lie to keep me sane
there’s nothing more to do
than burn up all your shoes
remember how to pray
there’s nothing more to say
they kill you every day
and say god is in this place
there’s nothing more to say
the lepers call the saints a sin
we all have a light within
but the trouble becomes who lets it out
if history is to bear the truth
we’re found wanting for a lack of proof
and there’s no one around to hear my prayer
there’s nothing more to do
than burn up all your shoes
remember how to pray
there’s nothing more to say
they kill you every day
and say god is in this place
there’s nothing more to say
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Insanity Defense
04:55
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do you want to be afraid
of death
like i have been afraid
cause you can only live so long
before
you are dead and gone
it’s true
now there is a window wide
fixed unto
a burning countryside
it seems like no one’s picked it up
our need
for lilac buttercups
to heed our call
and jump through waterfalls
to drag us down
to where we can’t be found
at all
it creeps up on me soullessly
and it flows
like an unholy stream
that exorcises deep beneath
a path
of unrequited dreams
unseen
before misleading miscreants
malaise
foreboding malcontents
so i will never be relieved
of this death
that lives inside of me
it grows and grows
and takes over my home
it speaks to me
words i cannot breathe
and it goes:
I AM NOT MY OWN
I AM NOT MY OWN
THIS IS NOT MY HOME
I AM NOT ALONE
I AM NOT MY OWN
I AM NOT MY OWN
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9. |
Sylvia
03:36
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Sylvia's hair is like the night,
Touched with glancing starry beams;
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,
This is Sylvia to the sight.
And the touch of Sylvia's hand
Is as light as milkweed down,
When the meads are golden brown
And the autumn fills the land
Silvia just the echoing
Of her voice brings back to me,
From the depths of memory,
All the loveliness of spring
Sylvia! Sylvia!
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,
This is Sylvia to the sight.
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if i go outside
will you be alright
if i know my name
will you stay the same
if you had one wish
would it be for this
if you still had time
would you ever be fine
oh i wanted
to be better
than whatever
i’ve seen
when they burned your skin
did you feel again
cause i’ve read the words
an unholy thirst
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11. |
Trauma from Torture
05:41
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raise up
our hearts
raise up
our souls
raise up
her life
raise up
her death
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