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Rooting For Judas
03:23
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A sultry night of pop
Then the poet's walk of shame
I promise it was not my fault
The lights & my hips
were on a string
Now i'm rooting for Judas
I'm betting on the Jets
I just need a needle-free beach
to stare out into the blue abyss
My friend 'til the end
which act we're in,
we don't know
You're still alone on Valentine's
You're still lousy with a dime
It's almost as if you think
happiness is a crime
Now I'm rooting for Judas
I'm betting on the Jets
I just need one Malibu snowflake
for my fortunes to flip
My friend 'til the end
Which act we're in,
we won't know,
'til our skin is in in the bin
Sins are in the bin
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2. |
Blood In My Body
03:22
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What have you done
With the scale & the thumb?
And my love that has no name?
Now I truly have no one
A rose, sometimes,
you leave it behind on a hero’s Green-Wood grave
The muse has moved on
To the pale moon’s grace
Blood in my body
Eyes on your sad face
Why don’t you lie to me?
Days like a burden
Will it be you or the sky
To cry first?
Im feelin ready
Stronger than every other time
I told you
“I’ve got a plan now, & I don’t want to die.”
I feel the spirit fading
Though I do try…
To find the fool who’s keen
to carry my shame
I fix my little future
One day at a time
While your wildfire
Has a bigger change in mind
Blood in my body
Eyes on your sad face
Why don’t you lie to me?
Days like a burden
Will it be you or the sky
To cry first?
Im feelin ready
Stronger than every other time
I told you
“I’ve got a plan now, & I don’t want to die.”
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3. |
Brutal Page
03:18
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You know I feel it every single day
The way I felt watching you walk away
I’m standing like some broken object
Waiting to be thrown away
My fingers uncrossed
My hand to my chest
I have no time for an infinite jest
All I know is that
I wish you’d stayed
But you won’t catch my cryin
From the open binding
& the brutal page
I don’t ask no cold questions
Of my hot-steel blessing
Of my one & only cage
I know that I’m stuck in this loop
& I know how many times it’s been true
If I could snap my fingers & become
A different dude
I’d bet my life on the way this will play
On the very last morning I wake
I will not know who
To hand it off to
But you won’t catch my cryin
From the open binding
& the brutal page
I don’t ask no cold questions
Of my hot-steel blessing
Of my one & only cage
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I’m racking my brain for a song to play
That’s free of ash & doom
I know the furious lust lost
In your florid cheeks
Keeps you from appreciating the view
Is it silence
Or absence of violence?
I’m watching your hands for a clue
I never once put you first
I only put you through
I need you to believe, too
In the point of this little place
I could be wasted
Or patiently waiting
& still danse macabre at this pace
How bout you don’t kill my idols?
And I won’t let you drown
Til then we can wait out the virus
In our matching hospice gowns
(Matching hospice gowns, alright!)
I’m racking my brain
For the thing that changed
Our thoroughbred into glue
The better angels start falling
When the collectors start calling
For every vice you let ride
Past due
Is it silence
Or impending violence?
I’m watching your hands for a clue
I never once put you first
I only put you through
I need you to believe, too
In the point of this little place
I could be wasted
Or patiently waiting
& still danse macabre at this pace
How bout you don’t kill my idols?
And I won’t let you drown
Til then we can wait out the virus
In our matching hospice gowns
They flick on the lights over the dance floor
Just one more line off the gatefold
No children, no spouse, no duty
But to keep up this level of beauty
Now, in your eyes, I can see just how tired
To the clown up in the clouds
Would you please retire?
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5. |
Halo (Every Blonde Son)
04:49
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Drenched in sunset blue
All my innocence to lose
There were smiles then
& a song on every tongue, too
Oh I never needed one
A quilt to clutch or a gun
Not with the halo handed out
To every blonde son
(A few words just for me)
Drenched in fall rain grey
Another year passed & pocked
upon your face
The power of will
All but drained
Oh I never needed none
A piece of mind or a ton
Not with the halo handed out
To every blonde son
(One hell for you, one hell for me)
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6. |
Leo Without Lions
04:15
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Part-timers just wanna
Feel my full-time flame
Though it’s been hotter
I’m just a little off my game
Get sober & lose your friends
Or find another dirty mirror to front the blame
Yeah, you let me know how that ends
I see the bait all laid out for today’s fools
& the skewed adventures made just for two
Oh, can anybody play?
Leo without lions
He wants his burden on display
It’s not enough
To just be in pain
Very little substance
Very little shame
Oh, stay out of the way
Pride is gonna take him to the grave
Someday you will pay
For the love in his heart today
Oh, you won’t see him at the end
He only likes the starts of things
I’m cancelled plans’ biggest fan
Whatever shrinks the ever-slimming chance
Of a desperate embrace
Who gives you the permission?
Who upholds your lonely vision?
So many lies & lyrics wed
Don’t put a train in a song
& ask me to come along
Now the cowboy’s cryin
Your good old days are done
Very little substance
Very little shame
Oh, stay out of the way
Pride is gonna take him to the grave
Someday you will pay
For the love in his heart today
Oh, you won’t see him at the end
He only likes the starts of things
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7. |
No Encore
04:02
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In the middle of the widespread dread
There’s a little Kings County smile
The odds not in your favor
Your spirit none the wiser
The wife keeps cashing the reality checks
To keep you cradled & fed
One day I will not bore you
With the stories that came before you
In the middle of the modern world
You’ll come across some ancient roads
Panasonic plastic & Ford tractor gaskets
Sharing dirtnaps with Rappahannock bones
Just one click away
From the allure of fame
But you cannot touch the magic
If you’re not in tune with the tragic
All transactions dwell in shallow graves
Every dying breed comes with
A family name
I know you’re not scared
But please, don’t be brave
All transactions dwell in shallow graves
Me & your papa did a cold white line
For every chemtrail in the sky
& we danced with a mistress
In the warm hazy glow
Of a slow-burn suicide
Oh I don’t see the enemy
In the mirror or in your eyes
But our river of blood
Will be black clay when you’re judged
No barley
No bluebird in sight
All transactions dwell in shallow graves
Every dying breed comes with
A family name
I know you’re not scared
But please, don’t be brave
All transactions dwell in shallow graves
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Tryst & Shout
03:46
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I woke up happy
I thought I'd try something new
All my debts, paid or forgotten
Made it most of the morning without
thinking about you
Wishing for the blues to brighten
Taking my punches cold & benighted
Satisfied with just one second of
your scent
I woke up happy
Thought I'd try something new
I was just daydreaming of
your wild lily whisper
I made belladonna tea for two, if you please
Oh, the lilting sonics
Our lust within reach
(I was just thinking about you)
I just can't be placed in one little plane
There's too much to lose & to learn
I'm no warrior
I'm no wraith
Just a single gliding gull
An addict's brain
with a lover's heart
pretty much rings me up
But it costs a lot
just to wait & watch
while our chance closes up shop
I woke up happy
Always been 'cause of you
Won't you drown me
in the desperate night sky
with the countless little deaths
all tasked to remind
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9. |
I'll Be You
04:17
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He cannot be trusted with nature
His hate would make a Lynchburg pastor blush
The fate of Babylon isn’t yours
To pick & choose
While the west is won once again
By guns
It takes all damn day
To climb out of the grave
& the rest of the night
To find my appetite
Better luck next time
When I’ll be you
& I won’t shoot
You cannot be trusted
With my future
When I need you the most
You’re out buying smokes
The blessed bachelor set it up
To take his two
While he left you just waiting ‘round
For one
It takes all damn day
To climb out of the grave
& the rest of the night
To find my appetite
Better luck next time
When I’ll be you
& I’ll see it through
It’s only I with no footing
But the whole town must go down
Now I truly have no one
I’m not pressed to fix
What’s been pressed to my lips
Now I truly have no one
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Total Destruction
04:06
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There aren’t enough tears
For the weeping we must do
Not enough booze
To convince me
that we will get through
Shine
Like neon destiny upon the trash
Your gods won’t bat one lash
Not one lash
Well, I do have some affection for satan
But I would not wish him
To write the ending
Another man raised on violence
And made more powerful
By the silent smiling
& the golf-clap laughter
Of the blood-bleached past
Lie like lion & lamb
Lie like Emmett
Your gods won’t bat one lash
Not one lash
I’m no coward
I just don’t mind
Total destruction of my kind
I whisper to the darkness
“You don’t scare me”
But she knows
I’m terrified
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11. |
Indulge (Savior Blues)
03:37
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Hey, rocks means ice
& death means twice
if you are born again & follow
a narrow band of light
Oh, to stand in front of you,
my face a weeping mess
under this shaky awning
hoping for the rain never to pass
I don't align with Satan
but I indulge
I'm not precious with the bit
where you sit & count your pulse
like there's no love without a savior
i know you're wrong
'cause i've been held in empty halls
kissed through the wall
saved by a pop song
all these men they reach for violence
but I don't need no trident
to look you in the eye & say
our lives are where we are not where they find us
I don't have much to give
I don't want much from you
Just us lovers, a pair of coffins,
lowering as the spring blooms
I don't align with Satan
but I indulge
I'm not precious with the bit
where you sit & count your pulse
like there's no love without a savior
i know you're wrong
'cause i've been held in empty halls
kissed through the wall
saved by a pop song
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12. |
Don't You Untie Me Now
02:46
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Don't you untie me now
Keep the tongues in a twist
shirt soaked & ripped
Here I can just be myself
Rose petals, quite pretty
But the thorn keeps me listening
You want rain on a window pane?
Let her little kitty claws stripe my back bloody
No one
there's no one
Lights out
Better this way,
easier
No way further down
Junkie Snow White
T'Challa's sweaty brow
How much is too much to allow?
I'm surprised to see you crying
like you've never been used
'til now
No one gets out alive
snowglobe clausterphobe
One last skinny dip 'neath the palm-covered night
Rose petals, quite pretty
But you know, it's the thorn that keeps me listening
You want rain on a window pane?
Let her wet eyes show you
what you are missing
No one
there's no one
Lights out
Better this way,
easier
No way further down
Junkie Snow White
T'Challa's sweaty brow
How much is too much to allow?
I'm surprised to see you crying
like you've never been used
'til now
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