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Megamouth
01:06
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Adopted Son
04:02
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Where are you now?
And where can I go?
And who will take care
Of my adopted son?
There’s a place I’d like to go
Beyond forests red with blood
Where children play in un-poisoned snow.
Gold faced twins mock the dark
And I weep at the feet of unstained glass.
I’d like to give you all my halloweens
And stuff them with the circus queens
That used to sing to me at night
And if the scarecrow runs away
Soon she’ll find her way home someday
And I’ll be out all night.
Scarecrow asks me if I am real
And how much longer I am going to wait
There’s a paralyzing fear that’s lead me astray
Cold sweats wake me from un-decaying sleep
How much longer can I stay?
As good things come to those who wait.
The truth is in the water
It’s out among the dark.
The light is growing colder
Drowning with the arc.
But the light is in your eyes.
Look out animal you know scarecrows aim to kill
And your adopted son cannot help you this time around
Precious metals drip from your eyes
As you cannot see beyond the silver lining
Of clouds that surround your head in time
As good things come to those who fight
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Oh You! Inverted Storm
03:32
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Oh you
Inverted storm
Carving out caves
Behind my eyelids
Tracing the scenery.
With a flock of birds at your side
Oh you
Inverted storm
Taking hearts
And breaking my name
Over your bent knee.
Just like your father once did
Oh you
Inverted storm
Were you rendering angels
With wings made of postcards
Oh how fucking dare you?
Just write your name in my book
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Parking Lot Opera Star
04:26
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Oh parking lot opera star
You’re keeping me awake at night
With your vicious alien hex.
Oh matron a go go
Stole your soul and your kids
Oh mercy mercy on you.
Feeding on your spiritual meat
Feeding on your spiritual meat.
A prima donna no more dead than alive.
A single cell aria written on your knife.
Calling out to red lights
Spinning records in the night
Circles of death on my mind.
The raping of your ether
Screaming empty threats at courtesans
With bloody wet dreams in the night.
Oh parking lot opera star
Keeping me awake at night
And I wish to save your damaged life.
Oh matron a go go
Had every right to go go
And you know that she was born to fly.
Feeding on your spiritual meat
Feeding on your spiritual meat.
A prima donna no more dead than alive.
I see my future written on your knife
With your spiritual meat.
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5. |
Face Like Summer
03:01
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With a face like summer
And hair like fire
Could you be the one to let in
'Cause i know that's where it begins
So young in years
Probably end in tears
But I don't mind, so will I
'Cause happiness is so hard to find
And i can still recall
The sun going in
North wind came along today
And blew my dreams away
And when she lies in the sun
She don't cover her skin
From sun that's too strong to come in
I know that's where it begins
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Plumes Of Frozen Fruit
06:42
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The birds of war have quit their whining
The dogs have all learned to do the same
The sun is out and the world is shining
The casualties have yet to be named
I was wrong to say the world was empty
For your destitute is so beautiful
The thunder cries out so seamlessly
I'm finding it hard to get my way to sleep
The continuous noise is still comforting to me
It reminds me that your world is still alive
The caskets all open as the dead are learning to sing
Melodies of long tortured souls
The soldiers whose hands are all calloused and coarse
Will not look up from work to see what their war has become
The storm now fades into one brilliant light
As God is revealed to be nothing at all
The light now explodes and consumes all of space
As the birds of war are brought to peace.
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10. |
All Together Now
06:42
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