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Hands of Time
04:07
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I’m taking shot and chase on a walk tonight
And watch the raindrops distort the neon light
Putting step count out of sight and out of mind
Swerving around the town that’s looking for a fight
It’s one of those days that sometimes come around
Where you’re nothing but the inside looking out
Finding places that you never wanted found
And keep on going til you are out for the count
And cause the day is losing light
And the night is starry eyed
It is shining equally as bright
Oh because the sands of time
Want all of us to die
I want someone to catch me out of love
It’s 5 o’clock I can hear my shadow say
In a crude but quite reasonable way
Raindrops dance between their reverb and delay
And shot and chaser found a beat to which to sway
And giving it its all the night
Steadily runs out of time
One more push until it can unwind
Oh because the sands of time
Want all of us to die
I want someone to catch me out of love
And oh
Before
We all fall down
I’ll be out for the count
One more time to measure right
Give it up for day and night
Exit left to leave the city lights behind
Oh because the sands of time
Want all of us to die
I want someone to catch me out of love
And oh
Before
We all fall down
I’ll be out for the count
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2. |
Cold Shut
04:29
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I’m running out of time, I still got so much left to do
I want to live it right and try to give the world its due
I can’t be hiding here forever prone to misconstrue
The patterns of the dust across my room
I have a bloody ear cause I’ve been trying way too hard
To reach the atmosphere by ripping these four walls apart
I have a crumpled piece of paper squeezed into my palm
One day I’ll fill it with witty remarks
I miss the light, oh I miss the night
I lost track of time jacking off and playing checkers with my-
selfless dumb and bored I look for open doors
I only need a try
Just a little push and I’ll be gone
I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul’s too young but I’m growing old
And I’ve been here a while
Waiting for an open door
I’m cliché harmonies, I am the writings on the wall
I’m “blatant” and “oblique” combined with words like “not at all”
Here’s to the fools who all endeavour to be at life’s beck and call
Pride is just pro forma after all
And keeping score makes it clear as day there’s more
And the records of results of the self-evals will stand the test of time
But hear me out: There are better times for doubt
I’m taking back what’s mine to keep me company when I am gone
I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul’s too young but I’m growing old
And I’ve been here a while
Waiting for an open door
Outside the hills are stretching on for miles
A solemn heart will take them all in style
I’ll stop to screech at every open mic
And keep on going till I’m ostracized
My common senses will be frail and sore
But better have pathed the way to shore
Strike the “the” that has been tagged to “score”
Which someone said we had to answer for
If someone has my file
Set that shit on fire
Mirror, close these blunt and bloodshot eyes!
Count to ten and I’ll be gone
I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul’s too young but I’m growing old
And I’ve been here a while
Waiting for an open door
I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul’s too young but I’m growing old
And I’ve been here a while
Safe in denial
Waiting for a slight creak from my door
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3. |
2nd Act
04:45
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And there was a call to arms to those who not yet earned their scars
That map light into skin and thread compulsion through the dark
And the orders were to run and to defy the autumn sun
To plunge swords into the sea with hands that turn seconds to none
Less complicated than before!
And the All and Might have a ball and another pint
And cite the laughably obvious vacuity that’s set upon
With a rule book lost to song
And a voice levels the trees the small tried to sit underneath
And soldiers heeding tongues and using teeth all deserve a silver each
But while they’re calling it a score…
Those made of rage and spite stand before the slow and uninspired
And cry a laughably obvious vacuity of wine and song
In houses where they don’t belong
And life
And cold
Make desire shine like gold
And sleep
And stars
Give preoccupation pause
But life and sleep and life and sleep…
And the All and Might fall asleep after one last pint
And the laughably obvious vacuity bites its tongue
To wonder where they got it from
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4. |
Tone of Voice
04:05
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I wanna run with the wolves
I wanna show them my teeth
I wanna run into the woods
And give my shadows time to scrape their knees
Feeling the scene
I want a heavenly light
To shine down on all my Good-Bye’s
I wanna see that things have changed
In cobalt eyes with nothing left to say
Hey!
When I let my eyes fly and soar up high above the noise
If find some shred of solace in my town of voice
And higher!
Up into this mountain road I go
Alone
I wanna know what it’s like
Not knowing what it is like
But my dream are not my own
And all my magic 8-balls always show
My gowing prone
When I let my eyes fly and soar up high above the noise
If find some shred of solace in my town of voice
And higher!
Up into this mountain road I go
Alone
Will you cut me out of this frame of life?
Carving wooden notes? “Fly and you might find!”
My heart
My skin
And all that I believe
Need to refute contingency
When I let my eyes fly and soar up high above the noise
If find some shred of solace in my town of voice
And brighter!
I’m more when I’m alive
Good-Bye
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5. |
Teeling
03:59
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I’m here to light a light to words I’ve never said
While carnival and fireworks still keep me out of bed
To the goal posts that I still fail to put firmly in the ground
While I blow into the sky to keep the sun from burning out
But I guess that’s how it goes
And how the world gets by
I call a spade a spade
To fertilize
But my horny mind is prone to oversight
Lassie’s said the barn’s on fire
I’m a wet bird on a wire
I call my life mine but after all this time
I can’t stand up to the dreams I ought to
Here’s to the phrases I was brave enough to say
Fighting flight and keeping temperament at bay
I’m taking heart and pride: The fuel’s not spent
I’m neither out of time nor hands to lend
And I guess that I’ll be fine
With a front door to call home
With cuddles, airs, and beer
And one more song
But my horny mind is prone to oversight
Lassie’s said the barn’s on fire
I’m a wet bird on a wire
I call my life mine but after all this time
I can’t stand up to the dreams I ought to
Hi! Hey! I got quiet things to say
I gave myself a little time
Splay life’s stakes slightly to the front
To push events along
But my horny mind is prone to oversight
Lassie’s said the barn’s on fire
I’m a wet bird on a wire
I call my life mine but after all this time
I can’t stand up to the dreams I ought to
Take some time off and work things out and…
Say Good-Bye in due time
It’s a testament to will...
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