1. |
MFA
02:50
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MFA
I sit
you wait
I expectorate
we all think
we all try
we all sink
we all die
I light the pyres and it becomes clear there's no ceasefire called
I could not be more fucking appalled
good lord we've all but forgotten
no parades, no forgiveness
visions mistaken and rotten
absolution, revision
now with so many friends missing,
here at the end of my mission,
I'll come home
everything you love someone else is scared of
the blood lets
the day breaks
the sun sets
the earth quakes
I light the pyres and it becomes clear there's no ceasefire called
I could not be more fucking appalled
good lord we've all but forgotten
no parades, no forgiveness
visions mistaken and rotten
absolution, revision
now with so many friends missing,
here at the end of my mission,
I'll come home
megalomaniacal
less than fully viable
the words are atrocious
savage ferocious
an act of sedition
a war of attrition
the path to perdition
hold fast the canons and scramble the jets
scramble the jets
remind them often so no one forgets
don't you forget
good lord we've all but forgotten
no parades, no forgiveness
visions mistaken and rotten
absolution, revision
now with so many friends missing,
here at the end of my mission,
I'll come home
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2. |
Love from a Billy Club
02:19
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you've been charged with your fullest potential
and they've got you dead to rights
the cops may never prove complicity when I've got my hands on the fuse box and the lights
my heart it was never in question
this is practiced and perfect and chiseled and honed
my own
and if your last thoughts dying are of what you could have done
if you remember only walking because you forgot to run
this is not over
you're not done
having fully exhausted the ability of other to help you now you leap
how many doctors in white coats does it take to screw you over?
not a lot
now my limbs fail
my mouth is parched
this bow- this wild harp slips from my hands
my hands
and if your last thoughts dying are of what you could have done
if you remember only walking because you forgot to run
this is not over
you're not done
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3. |
Seven
03:38
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breathe or don't breathe
no I won't be relieved
being not bound by not more than six strings
dirt in my nails
digging building up my hands
always
and her shoes are worn direct
the tallest tale of neglect
you know truthfully it's love that kills
she's just far too beautiful
not to bleed the truth
always
now that you know what you should do
why is it so hard to stay true
when you say you believe in love
this small interval is all I've learned to pray for do or say
and you breathe and you breath in love
everyone gets out see
this building is burning
and you won't even learn what is fire
but I'd burn just so
you would not have to sweat
always
what if she never finds a home
what if she truly is alone
how come she has to end up torn all to shreds
did you think did you act can you be
you know go on take all of me
always
now that you've learned what is true
why is it still so hard to do
I believe you - you're in love
this small interval is all I've learned to pray for do or say
and you dream and you dream of love
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4. |
Woke Up Early
03:36
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so I've been looking for her and they say she's gone away
but it's like I could have found her if I'd shown up yesterday
as such I'm left here just to wonder would I ever have gone
the doubt compounds doubt compounds still I'm sure that I'm not wrong
I'm not wrong
this place it holds no answers from this week or yesteryear
there's a vestige of the scent given off by a soul in fear
that soul though I can't find now and I can't accept it's gone
it shouldn't be this way it makes me feel that life's all wrong
life's all wrong
woke up early I was born too late
just a great big smile incarnate
stuck to principles by strict mandate
this great
what's wrong
is wrong a real thing or just the opposite of that
it shouldn't be this way well hell it is it's where we're at
and thus a question spoken to relate a sense of dread
is useless once you've come to see it's all in your head
in your head
why do you run I met you a day I thought that I would die
but I will walk on through alleviate and survive
but if you'd speak in calm tones and not that usual drone
I'd be more willing to believe this flight has flown
(but we can work it out)
woke up early I was born too great
my companion my soul mate
a better song so we can recreate
this great
woke up early I was born to fate
as a helping hand if not to obfuscate
you and I sprinkled in no where we complicate
this great
what's wrong
I get lost in the shuffle of the thousands of papers
used to write me off
no but truthfully now was anything ever as good
as the wrath of the young and misunderstood
convinced that everything's going wrong
everything's so fucking wrong
am I wrong or can't I see
am I wrong or can't you see
what can't you see
write this song down on your piece of paper
and if you ever see that girl do me one big favor
and explain how much we love her and I'll be back to save her
if I can read what I wrote on this piece of paper
one more blank page a blank curse the faithful
all and all of my hope the great big savior
now I give you my heart my bones and labor
if you'd read what I wrote on this piece of paper
one more blank page a blank curse the faithful
all and all of my hope the great big savior
now I give you my time by bones and labor
just believe what I wrote on this piece of paper
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5. |
The Big End
04:19
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heaven arms with love those it would not see destroyed
man arms with bombs and tanks and guns those it would see deployed
we arm with fear and loathing those we'll watch grow up annoyed
we arm too few with open minds or happiness and joy
the armaments guard the firmament
the unlucky percent take the bombardment
without consent and to an awful extent
this harsh torment to circumvent the truth
national security
personal insecurity
thinking far too locally
acting always globally
have a drink friend, it's the big end
there are wars to be fought, much bigger than you had ever thought
blinded by a thousand points of light
no gods no guns
it can only be stopped if it hasn't begun
lying is like murder, it gets easier each time
rationales for crusades and wars get sleazier each crime
I'm queasy all uneasy when the right's so wrong and loud
the change we need is work and peace
not angry mobs and crowds
the arguments are vituperative
the solutions are recuperative
we'll send out all our best operatives
there's no chance left to forget
let's forgive the truth
demonize theocracy
reprise meritocracy
divisive foreign policy
derisive public policy
have a drink friend, it's the big end
there are wars to be fought, much bigger than you had ever thought
blinded by a thousand points of light
no gods no guns
it can only be stopped if it hasn't begun
another private
another general
another innocent civilian
another regiment
some fucked battalion
another schoolyard full of children
another president
another minister
a coalition of the willing
another scientists
another teacher
another valued contribution
an american
an iraqi
a britton and a pakistani
a ukranian
an iranian
a somali and a kenyan
your sister
your brother
your father and your mother
your sons and
your daughters
your best friend and your lover
another human being
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