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Waves
03:42
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I'm suddenly older than the waves
I'm feeling a shade of something
The ground falls away and we waste our days as we are
Eyes wandering out across the panes
I'm looking for golden beaches
The ground falls away and we waste our days as we are
The ground falls away as the rays erase the bitter parts
High weeds hide us
Keep em off there they go
Water rolls off us
Beating the sound...
High winds cool us
Keep em all from burning up
Water rolls off us
Beating the sound out of a stone in the dirt...
I'm suddenly older than the waves
I'm feeling a shade of something
The ground falls away and we waste our days as we are
The ground falls away as we raise our waves to the sky
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Glorious
03:11
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This bloody freakout has got us all twisted up
This room is haunted, I can't bear to look around again
When we were young
It all seemed so cruel
The bells rang out, the dam broke and we ran to the sun
And it was glorious
It's only white noise, we can't wait to get out
This dull is frightening, all our heads set to pop again
When we were young
It all seemed so cruel
The bells rang out, the dam broke and we ran to the sun
And it was glorious
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Bolivian Zebras
03:45
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Man or animal?
Tricked out in the latest fur
The kids all wave as they dance and lead us all
Away from the weight of the road
All I know is I''d wait for Bolivian zebras to help us cross
To help us get home...
Band of animals
Monochrome, the zed brigade
No long delays on this road where zebras reign
All day until we get home
All I know is I'd wait for Bolivian zebras to help us cross
I want the weight of the world to let me go...
Now, in fits you clear the way
All bow to you
Man and animal
Hand in paw to fight the cause
With costume eyes and cotton claws to save us all
I want the weight of the world to let me go
And I'd wait for Bolivian zebras to help me cross
We'll pause until they say go and all I know...
Now, in fits you clear the way
All bow to you
Bolivian zebras will save us all
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4. |
Empty Hours
03:35
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Slow empty ride through these empty hours
Barrel through rows of concrete walls
Crystal roads lead to low-lit towers
Already burned, she let go
Heavy snows coat the lower terrace
Metal check, down a winding hall
What it means to forget the ballast
Already burned, she let go and she ran
She ran and the weather followed
She ran but couldn't shake it off
She ran and we're left to wonder...
Already burned and she let go
Heading back through a city freezing
Following the electric grid
Embarrassment of city planning
Already burned, she let go and she ran
She ran and the weather followed
She ran but couldn't shake it off
She ran and we're left to wonder...
She ran
Already burned, she let go...
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St. Judy's Gun
03:00
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She hit the numbers, bought a fence and field
Built a life there, let the roots grow deep
On the far edge, a figure barely there
Heading toward those screaming windows
When Judy and her gun heard the moans
Steeled herself until the creak of bones
Rattled in the wind, closer still
Judy has a monster...
Kept the lights off, shadows felt at home
Waited breathless for the thing to move
Black and eyeless, a massive horrid scream
Waiting just outside the back door
When Judy and her gun heard the moans
Steeled herself until the creak of bones
Rattled in the wind, closer still
Judy has a monster...
She threw it open, scanned the purple line
Nothing out there but a sinking feeling
When Judy and her gun heard the moans
Steeled herself until the creak of bones
Rattled in the wind, closer still
Judy has a monster...
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6. |
This Modern Age
03:03
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You shine like a dying sun, fade into dark
You burn through the outer spaces, galactic at heart
I don't know what you are
I know what you are
Let's go
The pale of our skin reflects the news of the year
We wail at the realization we all disappear
I don't know what you want
I know what you want
Let's go
The fools are pretty enough but too cool to do it right
And amplify the death
of this modern age
Broken up, scattered to the West
in this modern age
You move like an accident set to go off
The glow of a screen refreshing it's all clear enough
I don't know what we are
I know what we are
Let's go
The fools are pretty enough but too cool to do it right
And amplify the death
of this modern age
Broken up, scattered to the West
in this modern age
I know what you are
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Sound on Sound
03:18
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We you there at the Isle of Wight?
Thunder of Moon at night
Enter the early dawn
You're there, '70, Paris sky
Heaviest of your life
Everything came alive
The louder the better...
Wish I were you, wish I were you
Wish we were there to wait for the start
Let's blow it up
Let's blow apart the world with a sound
Today or the day after...
Were you high at the Budokan?
Live but it was a lie
Funnier if you know
Down by the water in '72, I was two, where were you?
When the airships destroyed the town
The louder the better...
Wish I were you, wish I were you
Wish we were there to wait for the start
Let's blow it up
Let's blow apart the world with a sound
Today or the day after...
Sound on sound
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Mopsey Seattle, Washington
Rock played with some degree of feeling...
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