1. |
Dead Weight Transmission
02:32
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i hear i hear
you were a bell
i rang you on the way home
in case you came down
from your height
i'd like to measure your style
run away run away in the morning
run away run away in the morning
run away run away from a life that bores you
run away run away run away
you are a trial
of heart and shoes
i'm in your fanclub because
you hurt yourself
when will the charade end
when will your charade end
when will the charade end
(chorus)
a whole species
with a collective whine
just dying to kill themselves
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2. |
Shattered
02:05
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i could i could
grab you by the throttle
lift you by your pasty neck
until earth and sky switch shifts
let's bring you down
let's bring you down
shatter shatter smash
final call
you've made your final call
it feels beautiful
your jagged edges
scatter scattered scattered glass
you've spilled your drink
i feel it inside
tearing at my esophagus
i scream in joy
i scream in pain
because you're shattered
you're shattered
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3. |
The Skin Of Evil
03:56
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ten bulimic actresses
bleed foul blood between shit, shit and shit
your lives take themselves
and you take them too seriously
seriously false
on glittering pyrite stages
cubic zirconium love, death, second skin birth
evil grows a second layer
scratching and shaking for lonely torment
seriously false
requiem requiem
for the skin of evil
fade out
music
the end
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4. |
The Fortress Of Solitude
05:49
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it's not as easy as it seems
giving up everything
to a faceless man in the sky
they said i'd be fulfilled
but it's so dark outside
i can't seem to find your way
so keep your eyes aflame
maybe i can find my light again
a lesson learned is lost
in the grays you paint
in your holy love conquest
i'd sell it all back to you
but your catch is that once hooked
you're fucked for life
(chorus)
so it all comes down to this
show yourself to me
or fade into my dreams or nightmares
it's safe to say i'm pissed
that none of this has helped me
no mansion in the sky for me
so now i'm all alone
and nothing could be sweeter
in comparison
so jesus go back home
to your mansiion in the sky
with all your pipedream casket followers
you've set my eyes aflame
i've finally found my light again
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5. |
Dead Red Words
04:19
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when i rode on down the road
that day so long ago
i felt a binding impulse
that caught you in the snow
and can you even wash out
all that red and ruddy sin?
or would you try to suffer
for my rusting star of tin
never mind the flames
as they clean your dried out heart
it'll never leave you wondering
on where or when to start
honesty is your biggest lie
a truth that big you cannot deny
when all these lights go out
you'll go down in history
as our biggest doubt
well sunday morning breathes
down a collar or two
but never mind it ma'am
you're not the kind to think things through
your life is like a saturday
that never seems to end
until you're all passed out
and laying naked around the bend
all the people laugh
as though they don't try to escape
with a camera on their shoulder
but with nothing to tape
honesty is your biggest lie
you'll never know what
you're leaving behind
that desert
that desert has no drought
and you're going down in history
as our biggest doubt
round 3:15 i went to stab
that lying bastard son
i heard the ides of march
ringing in an old black gun
that fell with a crash
through the glass that held our hopes
and then we fell ourselves
with our necks inside the ropes
laughing all along i spied
a growing crowd of suits
and they sold all their ideals
for a cold collective bruise
and honesty is your biggest lie
a truth so false
that you cannot deny
all the dead red words
that fell out of your mouth
proved your place in history
as our biggest doubt
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6. |
A Bad Year
02:03
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batter up
you're leading
in home runs this year
sounds like
the bench has
made it all so unclear
seems like another year
of dishonesty and beer
your cheating wife
is fucking him at home
the kids the kids
oh god
kill that bitch; the opinion of some
(chorus)
stepping up
to the plate
with a bat
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7. |
The Kiss
03:04
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separate
dying feels too slow
inebriated love
is inebriated enough
lying in the floor
sinking down too far
when i need your breath to breathe
you can melt next to my sleeve
recurring nightmares grow
with a disenchanting glow
and my heart feels too alive
for my body to ever thrive
i will burn burn burn
with a hold on broken hearts
and neverending starts
below my feet is sand
as it filters through my hand
nevermind the rain
we are back home again
i fall
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8. |
The Last Song
03:36
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twenty-three notes
for no one to read
they're piling up
and they're liable to kill me
abandon me
i need you to abandon me
afraid of an upbeat tone
i'd rather sit alone
reading each one
(chorus)
my molecules ache
and they cower
where is love
nowhere
where am i, what am i
everywhere
(chorus)
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9. |
Wings
02:56
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yesterday i was wandering downtown
wasting away in a small ghost town
i saw across the street a light in a white gown
i went up to her and asked her "why the frown?"
she said,
"I am an angel
but i have broken wings
and maybe i can't fly
but i sure as hell can sing"
so i wept for her and took her to my home
i wrote a short, but nicely worded poem:
"she turned away and went to be alone
i knew a sadness then that i had not known
and i sang,
you are an angel
but you have broken wings
and though your heart weeps silently
i love to hear you sing."
our hero: "you know i'm in love with you"
angel: "...i must be going home, i'm late enough as it is..."
our hero: "if you cannot fly, how can you go?"
the silence grew
the silence grew until we both smothered the love of a fairy tale that was ours
it was ours
i am an angel
but i have broken wings
maybe i can't fly
but i sure as hell can sing
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10. |
Quicksand Sunset
04:30
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as crabs stare
we follow the line the water makes on the sand
youe toes are cold
i can see it in your lips
biting them so hard in a smile
we're alone out here
the rest of the world might as well be dead
your eyes were my lighthouse
they guided me in
and they said, "you won't regret this."
"you won't regret this."
well i might regret this
the ocean is so big
the beach seemed bigger today
as i stared into you
i wish i'd never stayed
i sense the ground is shifting warmth
moving up my legs
for one more moment i see your shining face
twisted in sadness
as i sink down
my fate awaits me sooner or later
without you there, it wouldn't matter anyway
"you won't regret this"
"you won't regret this"
i'll fucking regret this
(chorus)
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11. |
Oxidation
02:53
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i can't be silver for long
i rust too quickly
oxidation eating me from within
but isn't it worth the degradation
for a few moments sparkling
i love to be alive
i love to be alive
so fuck you jesus
you never did anything for me
when i was sick and dead and guilty
where the hell were you?
i never was golden
no one really is
just pyrite in the sand
waiting for a hand
to make us care
but why should we care at all?
why?
why should we care at all?
i just love to be alive
why not just love to be alive?
so fuck you jesus
you wish you could get ahold of me now
so you could squeeze til i feel safe
until my next sin
we can make it on our own
just love and be alive
just love and be alive
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12. |
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when you have a victory
you bask in it
make sure to look around
and don't you forget son
to chew the soft parts first
savor the sweet red
dripping from your mandibles
creature creature where's your home
go home go home wash off
(verse)
(chorus)
take two of these
call me in the morning
you'll be fine
(chorus)
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13. |
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twenty-three notes
for no one to read
they're piling up
and they're liable to kill me
abandon me
i need you to abandon me
afraid of an upbeat tone
i'd rather sit alone
reading each one
(chorus)
my molecules ache
and they cower
where is love
nowhere
where am i, what am i
everywhere
(chorus)
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14. |
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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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