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Brine
06:42
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With your hands in the maelstrom
And your heart in the sea
Take a page from the black book
And call out to me
I can bring you a solace
Ere you lay down for good
You can judge me for crying
On the well-weathered wood
On the well-weathered wood
Once a poet did tell us
That the brine held a song
And we ached so to hear it
We just might before long
Once the sea did destroy us
Or was it all a dark dream?
If we just knew the truth, love
We could get away clean
To a field of our choosing
Beyond judgement or pout
We could bless every grass blade
It was never in doubt
If you whisper my sea name
At the cusp of the night
I will bring you that solace
In the withering light
In the withering light
We can search for the answers
In the salt and the shells
Does the sea give up secrets?
It’s too early to tell!
It’s too early to tell!
Someone skipped past our gravestone
In the heat of the day
We ached so to join them
But also wished them away
We could cry for the justice
Of a swift angry blade
Or just lie in the comfort
Of our lemon tree’s shade
Of our lemon tree’s shade
Please don’t call it a kindness
Just a cold winter’s kiss
If you lay down beside me
We can suffer in bliss
With your hands in the maelstrom
And your heart in the sea
Take a page from the black book
And call out to me
And call out to me
And call out to me
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You did this to you, my friend
Senses on the lam?
Witches turn to sand
Put them in my hand
I did this to you, my friend
But in the kindest way
Celebrate the day!
As you melt away...
In the air they lean
In the black they bleed
But it's my favorite part
Suns of madness call
And the answer evades your human heart
They did this to you, again
Misery's command
Clench your fists to 10
When you glimpse the end
In the mist they scream
In the black they bleed
But it's my favorite part
Suns of madness call
And the answer evades your human heart
Hearts, on coals, on horses
In the air they lean
And in the black they bleed
But it's my favorite part
Suns of madness call
And they long to still your human heart
No one did this to you, my friend
Things go as they can
Witches on the LAN
Put them in my hand
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3. |
The Party
05:16
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Demons to Diamonds
The oxen are down
Covered in neon as
Snow swirls around
Sickened, consumption, a video star
A Mexican War
Synthesized horror
And Piutes galore
Ruby Damn Mountains
Laughing in scorn
Mad Ness with marbles
And you slice up your hand
Pull away
Gremlins surround us, the gold rush is near
Tamzene and Donner, you bring up the rear
On Donner, on Blitzen
On all these frostbitten toes
Motors’ cacophony, sing to our woes
As if you yet exist
GPS falters, the innocence twist
Buzzards are circling the drones
Oh, pull away!
John Snyder’s whip it was achingly cruel
It earned him a stab in the gut, or a few
Reed is soon driven out into the day
His kids turn away
Disco ball suddenly drops through the sky
Lighting up all the confusion, the rye
Refurbished pilgrims, those bickering men
That vibrato again!
As we attempt to turn owls into doves
Buffalo robes and Jackson’s sequined glove
Pull away
Dangerous dreamers, the bullies, the louts
All kept in chains by your Microsoft pout
But they never said what the fuss was all about
Pull away
Sunlight on the ground takes this hope and amplifies it
Wagons run aground like they meant to
What would you do?
What would you do?
Pull away
Carve up the old ones
The ailing, the mad
Pretend it is Hastings
Or Thomas’s dad
Landsford said it was true on that day
But he guessed all the way
Text that to Hardcoop as he dies at you
That sagebrush becomes his unwavering truth
Orson Welles smiles as our panic descends
Are we feasting on friends?
Too weak to travel, we’ll dance if we can
To 8-bit symphonies, kicking the can
Open, electric, the cunning, the steel
Ghost invaders of this unholy space
Pull away
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4. |
One Last Gasp
04:48
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We couldn't foresee it, out on the open road
All things must pass, sometimes they pass cold
But couldn't we just have been told?
We never read fortunes. Confucius say laugh if you must
Our atoms are reaching, reaching for dust
But is it in any way just?
One last gasp
We'll pirouette our way through the Louvre
Win a vicious rap battle with B Smoov
A rope is not practical
We couldn't stomach it, like those wasps in Mozambique
I'll give you a kiss on 4 cheeks
Then let's rewatch Freaks and Geeks
One last gasp
We'll run up the steps of Peru
Become the kid eating the glue
One last dance
A deadly sweet waltz if you like
Obert's hambo, it cuts like a knife
Our lives became Logan's Run
Our palm flowers finally went black
Will Sanctuary welcome us? Will we ever see the Sun?
A gun is too obvious
We never imagined
Stairs would eventually become taller, still, every damn one
A sad timeless joke like a nun
And yeah, Macchu Pichu to some
Our lives became Logan's Run
Look for the sandman's gun
Carousel's the cruelest lie
They say life begins when you die!
A bridge is way too high!
One last gasp
We'll end it unlike it began
Sticking it deep to The Man
One last dance
A tunnel through anguished despair
Two squirrels leap into the air!
Pills are too cowardly
One last gasp
Breathe the most northern of lights
Dive off a cliff flying kites
One last embrace
Atlantic street Pizza on tap
I'll draw neon lines on the map
One last sigh
Swim in our own private lake
Two moose eating cattails like cake
One last dance
Bottles of prune juice to pray
'Rock you like a hurricane'
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5. |
Fell Awake
04:38
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Everybody else fell asleep
In the soft, clear curtains of night
Left alone again, sound awake
At the foresworn coming of cursed light
I fell awake again
Oh wouldn’t you know
In a sweet repose, gentle souls
Forty winks each bleach from the moon
Best enjoy it now, dearest friends
Lest you find your way to my Stygian gloom
I fell awake again
Oh wouldn’t you know
Here in the night’s echo
Up in the glow I see
Faces of sweet, dead dreamers
But it’s not me
Carriage comes to call, four black horses
Devour any semblance of sheep
Nothing left to count, I retire
To my cold, clean manor on Black Brow Street
I fell awake again
Oh wouldn’t you know
(excerpt from Edgar Allan Poe's The Telltale Heart is read at the end)
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6. |
Walking on Sunshine
03:36
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I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go to the mailbox, can't hold myself down
Waiting for a letter to tell me you're coming around
And I'm walking on sunshine, oh
On sunshine, oh no!
I'm walking on sunshine, oh
Don't it feel good!
I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true
But I can't spend my whole life just waiting for you
Now I don't want you back for a weekend
Not for a day
I know these aren't all the right words
But it's probably ok
'Cause I'm walking on sunshine, oh
On sunshine, oh no!
Walking on sunshine, oh
Don't it feel good!
I feel alive, I feel a love, I feel a love that's really real
I feel alive, I feel a love, I feel a love that's really real
I'm on sunshine, oh
On sunshine, oh no!
I'm walking on sunshine, oh
Don't it feel good?
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7. |
Barstow (Reprise)
02:22
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In the fast food joint, you found a new gear
Karate kicked that guy right out the door!
I bet most people don't really believe you
Let's you and I get to know you more
I got your blue eyes and your crooked nose, now
Let's sing Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
I'll meet you in Barstow and we'll swim the Salton Sea
German treats and soccer mom delivery
I'll meet you in Barstow or maybe under the kumquat tree
I appreciate the psychedelic therapy
And branches for my sadly barren family tree
No one expected gas station depravity
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8. |
This Deeper Place
03:54
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Take a dive, please
Don’t see me like this
This sad display is no good
For your eye
I know you’ll sink with grace
Grace should have been your name
Name me a shade of brown
As it passes through your lips
Take to heart these words
I offer you
You made the bed that claims you
For that lie
Lie still, enjoy your peace
Peace should have been your way
Wait for me as you turn your stiff neck
Away from the truth of all things
Things are better now...
Take this as a chance to
Get your rest
The rest of death’s not worse than
What you’ll feed
Feed off my fondest quiet
Silence should have been your alibi
Buy me a stretch of white
When you rise above this deeper place
Things are better now...
Don't you think?
They're better
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9. |
Brinesong
04:38
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Haunting Chad Vancouver, Washington
Haunting Chad creates music that is dark, weird and sometimes absurd.
Longtime friends Chad King and Ira Merrill collaborate to bring you a different kind of musical experience.
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