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Prelude: Leaving Air
01:45
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I was human, when
I felt the shapeshifter
Taking me
Now I'm something
Else
I was smelted
From the cool-cool word
Now I'm leaving air
Said, where am I?
Where was I taken?
I guess it doesn't matter
To the stars
To me
To them
I was human, when
I felt the shapeshifter
Changing me
Now I'm something
Else
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Chompin' at the Bit
03:14
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If I had a car
I'd take use to the beach
When everyone else had gone
And we'd skip rocks on the water
If I had a penny
For every time that I said -
This is what I'd do for you
If I was somehow more than this
I might have the current, see
To bring us nicer things
You might take my hand and sing
La-da-da-da-dee-dah
What I do have, the heart
But that doesn't always do
People fancy brighter things
They do not fancy true
Truth
If I had a sense of humour
I'd laugh it off
I'd take this funny bone
And then I'd throw it to the dogs
And howl
Howl at the sound
Of a pack of wild-dog
Just chompin'
Chompin' at the bit
Would I then have the currency
To buy me those finer things
Like you taking my hand
Singing la-da-da-da-dee-dah?
What I have do have, the heart
But that doesn't always do
People fancy brighter things
They do not fancy true
Truth
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March of the Herd
01:33
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March of the herd
That form a wall of antler
Battered through their skulls
This fleet steady on their feet
Silent
Deadly
On the dead leaves
A black-tail flock pursue the damned
To the end of worlds
The battering clan of the Earth
They flee on heels of defeat
We're silent
Deadly
On the dead leaves
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Sometimes
I worry about you
If I may interject
Pity not
The mad
Their un-tame running with wolves
It's that town
There's something in the water
But who was it
I saw smile
Deepest today
But the local beguile
In beach shorts
And the rain
Picking daisies
In the graveyard
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5. |
Matters of the Heart
02:37
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And to think
There is a time-piece
Just ticking away in my chest
Like every hour that is the bell
That might mark the end
And as such, may I request
That it's not wound-up tonight
Let me just lay here
Like the time has never even been invented
Matters of the heart
Long-distant matters of the heart
And not to think
As I lay here in the comfort of the rest
Like every second spent
Going round the bend
Is as such, a matter now
Forever out-of-sight
Let me just have this
No time has now even been implemented
Oh, how it fly
Hello, goodbye
We all look faraway
To stay together, at least at heart
Matters of the heart
Where are you?
Matters of the heart
Long-distant matters of the heart
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Pash
02:19
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I had a real-good time
Losing myself with you
In the dark of the night
I like the kind of nights
That seep into the soul
To the heart of a memory
You're so sexy
When you don't even care no-more
You're so sexy
Now you don't even care no-more
There's that saying that goes -
Laughter's the best medicine
Not like psychotherapy
That never did a thing for me
Unlike sensuality
Well that's a different story
So let's laugh and touch
You're so sexy
When you don't even care no-more
You're so sexy
Now you don't even care no-more
You're so, now
You don't even know
More
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8. |
Free
03:34
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Down, up
Down, up
Them that harbour hate
Turn anger inwards
Without knowing yet
That to be strong is to know weakness
Take a look inside yourself
Love is inherent when it's all flow
Down, up
Down, up
It's not a trade-off
Do a good-deed get something back
It is our nature
Only so many of us forgot
Do love ourselves
Just as much as we love the thought
Of being loved
By someone else
Down, up
Down, up
For what that is in urge to escape
The prison of our minds
For
It's incarceration
We've got a certain kind of hunger
Then it's for bondage
We know how good it feels
To be free
Down, up
Down, up
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The Spider's Colony
01:41
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The spider's colony
Growing
The strength in numbers
Increasing
And I hope she's nothing like us
She'll have me
Picking up the pieces
And paying for it
To hold me willing
To name her children
And hold responsible
When the wind picks up and carries them home
The spider's colony a webbing
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Sophie, the Air
01:41
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Sophie
The lights go out
In similar ways
For us all
In the end
There's no question in that
There's no questionin' that
I never saw you any different
Than the leaves passing by upon the breeze
Sophie
Don't you love the air in your hair?
The way it makes you float
With the nature of things
The way it takes away everything
Even the fact that I'll miss you
And Sophie, what's it like out there?
In the great-beyond
In the grade-wide yonder
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The Truly Romantic
03:18
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What do you want
Besides our blood and sweat?
Here-here, take 'em on
And the wasted breath of the word
You'd have us work for a pittance our whole lives
And we still find the means to sing love songs
We are the truly romantic
You're already dead and gone
You just know it
Yet
Because the subtle way that we fight back
Is honour-ship
And we'll sail on by
Sail away
We got dandy
Lion headdresses
We got the pen
We've got truth on our side
What do you want
Besides our blood and sweat and tears?
Here take 'em all
And the wasted breath of the word
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Fur
01:38
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Fur
Did the mind speak out
Again tonight
Does the worst abuse
Always seem to come from inside
And as such
Does the glory
And as such
Everything that's in-between
So your favourite bird is a raven, Fur?
Well their eyes speak-out
Just as much as their songs ever have
When their colours of the feathers
Turn black
They put their wings to the air
They put the air to the plan
Express themselves
In the only way that they can
So your favourite bird is a raven
Not only little girls feel shaken
Fur
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13. |
Reggie's Dead
03:56
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They say three chords and then the truth
This time I don't feel it takes more than two
To tell you I'm funny, honey
And things get weird here, my dear
Maybe you've noticed already
When things are kind of heavy
When I'm strange, baby
And everything is hazy
Every man talking government
Every man his own parliament
Every man and his dog wants to rule the world
And I can't even rule-out insanity
Like the kid on my street
He's the son of a vet
He's hanging his head
Like he's dead in there
And everybody drives by
Saying
What's for dinner?
Lamb-chop
I open my eyes because I care
But eyesight doesn't do you any good around here
So what good is a carrot
When what you see makes you envy blind, huh?
I turned the television off because of it
My Father called it apathy
But every time I go for T.V. dinners
I think it's a sad world, again
Every girl on the block with a child
A hard-man and tired eyes
All I want is to hold someone
And yet I sleep alone every night
I went to work to get ahead
I woke at five feeling tired
Thanked the heavens that I am hired
Then wished like hell that I could quit for good
Reggie's dead
They say three chords and then the truth?
This time I don't feel it took more than two
To tell you why I'm funny honey
Why things get weird in here my dear
My dear
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Recently described as ‘Outsider Country’ - “a blend of Johnny Cash with the 1983 Post Punk/Shoegaze of My Bloody Valentine” - Deer Thomas experiments in dark folk introspection with a gothic baritone.
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