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Holy Ghost
05:41
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You could write ten thousand love songs in the spring
Take the next one hundred years to arrange them in a neat pile
At my feet while my head's buried
In the dirt the rain will turn my brain into mud yeah
Like when you told me I made you hurt
It echoes in you like I threw a rock down a dark cave
Just to see how deep
I know I'm no holy ghost but I'm not saying I'm not alone
But I want ya and I need ya
And when I fuck up I am the star scape
I am the dark edge of the universe
And I do fuck up
And when I die I ride the coat tails of the universe
And I do die
In a cabin on a cliff in the mist we can hide every day
In coffee and hash in a balsamic haze
There's no loneliness and there's no pain
There is only the falling rain it's an ideal
But I'm not gonna reach for it I'm gonna leave it
Right where it is like fossils in the woods like poison ivy
Like soft fertile dirt
Like overwhelming pain like your love
And when I fuck up I am the star scape
I am the dark edge of the universe
And I do fuck up
And when I die I ride the coat tails of the universe
And I do die
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2. |
Deadbeat Pt. 1
06:25
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You will collapse on yourself
Psalm of the cod fish
And you will retrieve and eat your shadow
Hold that old emptiness in your hand
So big it could swallow the old gods
And all their lovers and saints
You will stand tall
Walk straight (straight and stiff yeah)
An act of arrogance
Straight and stiff (fists clenched tightly)
Bury you in grass (violence in love)
There is no blame (for oblivion)
Eat your distance (love in violence)
Subsist from your
(from your silence from your silence from your silence)
It's no coincidence
The wind blows as the motorcycle
Accelerates and we all know
The bee makes honey
In the dead lion in ecstasy
As old as the old gods
And all there holy betrayals
And golden apples
I will stand tall
Tired (tired of living)
An act of love
Violent, this skin wants deep cuts
Bury me in sand (no rent no castle)
Trail those clouds of glory
All you saints and lovers (violence in love)
Subsist from your
(From your wound from your wound from your wound)
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Deadbeat Pt. 2
01:27
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O dead beat
There's truth in your struggle
O dead beat
Tell me you do struggle
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Guernsey Deep River
04:09
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I could be a baby sucking on a bottle yeah, yeah
I could be a hatchling waiting for my mama yeah, yeah
Scared up in a nest helpless hungry alone yeah, yeah
I could be a hatchling waiting for my mama yeah, yeah
Take me to Guernsey Deep River
Take me to the bartering lines
Throw my feathers into the quarry
Go back in the morning
You will find gold
You will find gold
You will find gold
You will find gold
I could be your sister sucking on your shoulder yeah, yeah
Say hey girl how you doin' girl have you been sleeping?
Yeah, you been eating?
Understand your silence that quivering stillness yeah, yeah
I could be your sister sucking on your shoulder
Take me to the cemetery
Bury me with all my dead brood
Grind up amethyst sprinkle it on my grave
Go back in the morning
We will have risen
We will have risen
We will have risen
We will have risen
Feel that pain in your chest feel it rise to your head yeah, yeah
It's swollen and it's puffy, jagged disconnected
Yeah, Would you look inside?
See me in a cavern, see me in a cave, water dripping from stalactites
See me in the blue wave I'll see right through you, cool flowing water
Take me to Guernsey Deep River
Take me to the bartering lines
Throw my ashes into the quarry
Go back in the morning
You will find bronze
You will find bronze
You will find bronze
You will find bronze
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6. |
Big Flood
04:42
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Trouble trouble can you help me please
I don't know anyone I need someone to take my hand
Trouble trouble can you help me please
I don't remember leaving I don't remember showing up
I've been dreaming of going down where all the pedestrians are
Making a big public display
Self-immolation
Dreaming dreaming you're screaming on my lap and I heard all of you
You can shriek on my lap I will love all of you
So if someone speaks of freedom give them everything
And that black cloud of smoke they can pass through it they can live in it
A good friend is hard to come by no you're not alone in observing that
So if someone speaks of freedom give them everything
You could leave me leave me on my back and I would roll over
Crawl back into your bed
Birds are flying you see them in the trees you see them in the sky
Do you know them by name do you know what they're called?
Well you know them anyway
Trouble trouble an orange light blinks radiating slow
Down a night street I swore you near
But then it disappeared
Trouble trouble I wanna be some kind of energy
I'll be around whether you know me by name
I will not leave a trail no remnants no bread crumbs
Except that black cloud of smoke you can pass through it you can live in it
And a good friend is hard to come by no you're not alone in observing that
So I don't need anything except for big flood give me big flood
Big flood give me big flood
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7. |
A Brighter Morning
06:15
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There's a tangible space between the mind and the world
A barrier between the inward and the outward
You could live a thousand days and never see the sun, oh yeah
What do you do when the only thing that works stops working?
What do you do when you wake up
Things aren't looking much better?
Do you keep sleeping 'till next time who knows when next time you wake up
You'll wake up to a brighter morning?
A brighter morning x 6
Laying down underneath a hovering cast of hawks
In a dewey patch of grass in a field that floods once a year
There's a swollen reservoir there's no growing itch in my palm
There's a swollen reservoir there's a sense of calm
What do you do when you wake up
Things aren't looking much better?
Do you keep sleeping 'till next time who knows when next time you wake up
You'll wake up to a brighter morning?
A brighter morning x 6
I'll try to see the good in you
If you promise to see the best in me
I'll see you in the street say hey walk away
What do you do when the only thing that works stops working
Do you keep sleeping 'till next time who knows when next time you wake up
You'll wake up to a brighter morning?
A brighter morning
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8. |
Alone
01:56
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I'll go stand in an airfield
Watch planes take off and land
To my left is a bad land
And to my right is a meadow
With beauty that makes you tired
Like constant loss and sorrow
Constant trouble knocking at my door
Well I say come on in!
'Coz new gospels are being written every moment
Every day every dusty apartment corner
Every stiff landlord every righteous tenant
Every stiff landlord every righteous tenant
Every stiff landlord every righteous tenant
...And to all the lonely painters laboring over corners and crevices of walls that only the loneliest of lights and the shrewdest of insects would hide in... Take to the streets! Paint the lamp posts and the leaves, the sidewalks and the trees... Next go the the meeting place of everything and nothing... you will find me there! I will bare myself naked in front of you... We will look each other in the eyes... And we will embrace!
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