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My Own Brocken Spectre
03:57
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I looked down on the clouds and I noticed
Everything was in reverse
What I saw was
What I was
What I saw was
Eyesore
And so the depth down shows me the height up
The X sounds
And the Y stops
I’ve been playing a game of hide and seek
In the silence and the stealth
I’ve spilled and poured out flames
I went blind in the sky
As looked back upon my...
My own Brocken Spectre
No more ego
No more tyrants
No more darkness
No more sirens
No more monsters
No more torture
No more haunting
Nevermore
No more tearing
No more aching
No more flaring
No more breakdown
No more suffering
No more torment
No more despair
Nevermore
No more sickness
No more sadness
No more itching
No more madness
No more scratching
No more panic
No more fire
Nevermore
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Chase the heart, chase the art, forego the wealth
I’m chasing the walls, powering myself
Spent a little too much time gathering
Spent a little too much time up here on the shelf
The same old rope, the same old hope
I cut you off my arm
Safe for all these years
Stop watch timer
The second start, another part, improve your health
I’m pacing the halls like nothing else
Spent a little too much time martyring
Spent a little too much time spending everything else
The same old boat, the same old moat
I’m buying all your charms
I’m swimming in your ears
Stop watch timer
The same old rope, the same old hope
I cut you off my arm
Safe for all these years
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3. |
Tracks Line Up
03:32
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All the Ts and the Rs and the As and the Cs and the Ks line up
All the Ts and the Rs and the As and the Cs and the Ks line up
All the tracks line up
All the tracks line up
Scuff your knees if you please in your new pair of jeans
Pull your pants right up
Now the Ts and the Rs and the As and the Cs and the Ks stand up
All your tracks stand up
All your tracks stand up
Pay the fees to the bees
Lead the mice to the cheese
Set your trap right up
Now the Ts and the Rs and the As and the Cs and the Ks set up
Now your trap’s set up
Now your trap’s set up
To never see where are you are in a haze through the trees
Well, your days pile up
Now the Ts and the Rs and the As and the Cs and the Ks pile up
All your tracks pile up
All your tracks add up
All your boys light up
All your tracks line up
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It wasn’t always like this
I’d set it up and not back out
Though inside out the map is
I know this plan without a doubt
I’m the one you see on the other side of the firelight
The one inside who tells you who to be
The one inside the fires that feed your starving skies
The one inside you screaming
She had guitars for earrings
A pentagram around her neck
She conjured up demons for diamond rings
And with the drum beat heart they answered back...
We’re the ones you see on the other side of the firelight
The ones inside who tell you who to be
The ones inside the fires that feed your starving skies
The ones inside you fleeing
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Searchlights Scored
05:42
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Does it make you feel better?
Does it make you feel further away?
From the questions to the answers?
Spawned from doubt you’ll have one day?
Does it make you lose your temper?
Do you scream and shout about your way?
Did those long nights tan your leather?
When you headed north along your way?
When you headed north along your way?
Does any of it keep you together?
Now you’ve led yourself further astray?
Have the searchlights scored your feathers?
Now you’ve headed north along your way?
Now you’ve headed north along your way?
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Now these reasons will rhyme, smell the thyme
This season’s growing fine
You came alive in that dress
When you tripped and caught it on the fence
You said let’s sew it up
I say let’s live in the present tense
I’m not even here
And this hasn’t even happened yet
Asleep outside alive, we leave our eyes in
Then the sun flood in
Then the sun flood in
You held your dress up above your chin
Through the rip I’m in
The rip I’m in
The floods might come but we’ll seal ourselves in
We’ll seal ourselves in
Sandbag ourselves in
Asleep outside
Our eyes are burning in the sun
Your dress is ripping as we’re turning
And the floods have come
The start is looking to begin
The fence, the time
The thread we’re sewing
Present tense, your eyes deny it’s happening
And the floods have come
The start is looking to begin
Asleep outside alive we leave our eyes in
Then the sun flood in
The sun flood in
You held your dress up above your chin
And through the rip I’m in
The rip I’m in
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On Giedi Prime
04:23
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It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion
It’s a thing, it is a notion
It’s good enough for me
With this in mind I’ve grown
Immune to near all potion
Yet dazed and in slow motion
Too still and blurred to see
The focus I have known is now a thing I don’t want to locate
Unwelcome swelling notions aren’t good enough for me
Thoughts acquire speed
Lips acquire stains
The stains become a warning
Arise to me each morning
With drink and blood I’ve grown
This dry hide begs for lotion
This train, this low commotion
Bleeds faster past my street
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8. |
Air There
04:44
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I thought I’d seen it all
Critics have made some claims
I’m a weary soldier’s war
In a city’s streets and lanes
We’re such a striking cast
Have you seen the battle blast?
There’s not much we can’t handle
But where there’s air there’s strangle
Family tree is blown from glass
Your family tree is blown from glass
I thought I’d heard it all
Critics have made some claims
With bouquets new fangled
Our lives entangle
You say you’ve changed
and I say “my arse”
Family tree blown from glass
Your family tree is blown from glass
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9. |
Pharaoh Prescriptions
08:21
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Nobody knows about Hobo Joe
And nobody knows all the places you’d like to visit
All this talk about our imaginary secrets
Pharaoh prescriptions for a pyramid scheme
A version of future no one could ever have seen
There are so many things that you can be
And so many things that no one ever need revisit
The chalk in the water
Or the rivers that need it
Weather predicitions or a rising sea
A Persian rug or a flying machine
Time and these lines and what defines me
Restriction and roomspace depend on how you use it
You could swap your watch for scotch in a cold minute
Build a rocket from odd socks in an afternoon dream
Or a be a thing you thought no one could ever have been
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