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sensing low
stinging torn stories
I wind titles far
underneath and free
immortal toward a reign freeze
caught your socks on drawn frames
swear to falling dreams
burn thoughts in falling clothes
i sense it
tomorrow
see far
brickland
grab the line
grab the line
grab the line
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2. |
Moby Dick
06:11
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we set off crew of one
seems like i'm married to these seas
we hunt that pinkish white whale
the waves, poseidon ignores our pleas
the boat tumbles toward the sky
then down to the blackness underneath
oh to be lost at sea
freezing to death
freezing to death in this obsession
no, not me
(verse)
we know
from hell's heart i stab at thee
for hate's sake i spit my last breath at thee
oh no
call me ishmael
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Chitty Chitty Gang Bang
06:12
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terrible lyrics on this one. i was tired
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Savior
02:52
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following this haze, the city sleeps
i can't get beside the rolling tomb
steps are loaded, dead in droves
cackling crows and wrinkled leather masks
all looking at me for a little, oh, you know
something, something
something
looks like i have something on my mind
a little of your epidermal layer
dripping down your white cloth covering
i can get that for you
we the living call you for all that you wish wish you had
we the living call you for what you wish wish you had
too bad
too bad
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5. |
J.O.D.
02:46
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as the sea swallows whole
the sun and the blue sky
the stars will keep us company
gravity we will defy
to feel your breath
one more time
on the sea arms open wide
the wind complains again
in silent streams your hair is flowing
in some grand old design
in slow motion
one more time
one more time
one more time
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6. |
Hendrix's Cock
03:41
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embarrassing
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7. |
No Prowling
05:00
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embarrassing
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8. |
24 Dicks In A Bowl
04:00
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on the wall
you're the people's choice
the people's choice
the people's choice for love
these pipes lead to my conscience
i can tell you're so warm
your own keys you wore,
i'll tell you why
it's not the one i can relive
someone else can describe it
can't you turn the lights off
turn it off
communities
broken broken broken broken broken broken wings
broken wings
nailed them to the wall
in some kind of avian crucifixion
like some sort of fucking prize
fucking you
fucking him
well jesus can have you
have you
have you
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5
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9
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16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
is the highest number
it's your number
why can't you accept it?
accept it
coming from this bridal wall
it's all right
all right
all right
all right
all right
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Safety
02:05
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picking sunflowers
from your hair
you are the closest to the angels
you bring safety
safety
you bring safety
you bring safety
you bring safety
safety
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11. |
The Beef Rides Again
02:35
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aching in the back seat
i was sinking in a friend of yours
indie heartthrob, indie heartthrob, hey
i think i could get into you
dead
dead
hey
hey punk make my day
hey punk make my day
dead
dead
dead
dead
dead
hey
hey punk make my day
make my day
make my day hey
dead
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12. |
Pillar Of Fire
04:36
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night
the desert
travel by foot
nothing more than i ever wanted
i need
so death some knees knew
and you
knew i could shine a light
you'll know i'm here by my eyes
follow me home
follow me home
follow me home
follow me home
i am
i am
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13. |
Pillar Of Sand
04:20
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the front door opens towards you
a slight wave
this is how you left me
the fact is, you never came
you know me in white knuckle
falling rain
it guides your feet down the path
if you broke your hip slipping down
this mountain
i would life flight you myself
magic doesn't exist but i do
magic doesn't exist but i do
i do
i do
i do
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14. |
A Sad Sack Of Shit
06:12
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take me home
the long way down
pencils through eyes
blesses two eyes
becoming something more or less
than human
we've got a place for you
in san francisco
down by the bay
dollars for your kings and queens
becoming something more or less
than human
we've got a place for you
why don't we break it down?
because i can see you're confused.
down by the bay
i've changed my ways
becoming something more or less
than human
human
down by the bay
i've changed my ways
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walking in
i will not falter again
saving grace
in whole it is your face
on this darkened night
i wait for the light
wishes pass
the night will fade fast
the white september sun's gone down
history
feels like faded allegory
tempers flare
it hurts you just to care
on your knees
i can see you aim to please
a captive mind
in me is where you'll find
the white september sun's gone down
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Sheissvogel
03:02
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i d t b i s r h
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passed out
bravery
passed out
their feet
black out
now
go out
keep fed
go out
pay
it's dead
it's dead
pay
hey now
it's dead
it's dead
it's dead
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19. |
Echo Down
04:55
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it's in tandem
freedom is not free
your error
is not free
i disowned them
drank some steam
i disowned them
and drank some tea
echo down
pink-tinged dawn
breaking through
it becomes you
it bleeds terror
you received yr tenure
your long hair
is a long way from a tree
i disowned them
and drank some tea
i disowned them
and i drank some steam
echo down
pink-tinged dawn
breaking through
it becomes you
it becomes you
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20. |
The White Torch
04:18
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burning brightly down
all the street is filled with phosphorous
it's time to hit the street
this town has nothing left for us
vacate vacate the system
restless in your alibi
(verse)
(chorus)
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21. |
Amen
03:58
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it always seems like the ending
no one ever says hello
i blame it on everyone
but what is it for
i'm bored with despair
i'm sent into despair when you're here
you're only here when you're bored
you're only bored when he's away
he stays away when he thinks you're coming
such a mess
bless this mess
bless this mess that we may learn to live it
amen
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the broken wings Keizer, Oregon
The Broken Wings is the musical project of Geoffry Parks Jr. His music varies between post-punk, acoustic and rock in the early nineties lo-fi vein. He has played with a band and is always looking for other musicians to play with. His lyrics are ethereal and interpretive, in the vein of Neutral Milk Hotel and Jawbox. ... more
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