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Beatitudes
05:09
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Blessed are the wanderers for they are never lost
They're just a 'cicle on the windowsill
Some rain frozen in time
Blessed are the truly free who see without a lens
The love that eventually created me has found me once again
You must be fine with adoration 'cause the day's not gonna come
When those who view you as the 'old you' see the 'new you' as your home
You must be crazy
I'm not erasing a single second from this period of time
I'm not your nemesis
I'm your friend but still you insist on lies
Got a body full of baggage and a soul that's full of song
But it's the wrong song
Blessed are the poor, the meek, the humble, and the brave
And fuck those who don't practice what they preach from day to day
Blessed are the pure in heart 'cause one day they'll see God
It's no surprise to me
That's exactly what those fuckers have forgot
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Lineage
05:27
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Okay let's conjure up some issues that might get my juices flowing
But unlike last time let's forget the steps that take us where we're going
Instead we'll speak in images and snapshots of subconscious
And try like hell to trace our lineage to dust on distant comets
Bloom like an orchid on a jungle tree
Let's bicker with each other over trivial nothings
And roll around with feet-in-mouth like ouroboros circus rings
We'll defend freedom, race, religion, civil rights, hope or change
But there's no meaning in these phrases
copy written by a craze
Smile like an orphan on a cloudy day
Always looking forward because the past is too hard to look past
My life ain't an hourglass
Drawn into the cosmos by a kind of insatiable mind
I'm overwhelmed and feeling fine
Forget every mundane detail like what tie to wear to mass
Start dissecting our own bodies with a pocket knife or a shard of glass
Then try to split an atom with the power of volition
Prove to everyone around you that there's truth behind the vision
Hope like the sun is gonna swallow me
Take me to the very bottom
Where matter is dissolved
And the burning core that fuels the earth
Erupts with glowing clocks
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That Demon
03:59
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As the demons date divas the dogs get their bones
And then right after supper they stumble back home
Just to howl at the moon that hangs in the sky
Like a coin sewn into the fabric of night
And the hipsters sing carols in outdated clothes
With opinions that flake like the ashes of cloves
Then they realize they're burrows born just to carry weight
As they hang from a cliff trying to plan their escape
My grandmother was born on a bathroom floor
My grandfather almost died while he worked in the mines
Well my dad he got his start with a hole in his heart
But I...?
Feel the soft rub of a blanket on my childish feet
While I lie here alone trying to catch up on sleep
There's the hum of a fan and a drip from the sink
Keeping time with my brain as I try not to think
But I wanna track down that demon that don't get the bone
Just to tell that ol' demon to leave me alone
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War Crimes
03:33
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I'll forgive them their war crimes
So they can live to take some more lives
So they can entertain your scoreboard minds
With acts of violence, threats of war
So if you've got issues you can go grab a box of tissues
But I can't cry a river wide enough that could purify you all
So you've fallen from grace
But why the sorry look on your face?
Don't you know that people float on an endless wave?
And if you know me by now
Why'd it take so long to figure out
That to know me by my face is to know my name?
So come on and give back to the ones you've often laughed at
To your son or daughter's backpack
Something simple they can teach
You can call it important or an exercise in bullshit
One with epic-sized proportions
Like the dinners they will eat
So if you've got a disease
Wouldn't it be best if you've gave it to me?
'Cause I feed off people's nightmares when they're asleep
And you don't know me at all unless you've reread my story out loud
And confirmed the lesson learned might set you free
That's when you've blessed me
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The Virgin Mary faked a smile
As she held her newborn child
She saw the miracle of life
But couldn't like Him in the eyes
His daddy was a charming man
A looker with a master plan
He told He'd never leave
He'd just be infinitely harder to see
But she could always depend on him to help her with her biggest problems
Like how to raise the son of God properly
But Jesus found his calling card
And his fair share of followers
He led them to a simpler life
And never wavered when he told the 'goodbye'
But as he waited on the cross
He calculated all the cost
And benefits of giving his life
As an instrument to forces divine
"Why should I accept the penance for the sinful disposition of all the men, the women, and the children who are born to die?"
I never went to Sunday mass
Never took a Bible class
I wasn't baptized, recognized, or confirmed
I wasn't into preaching the word
But I did read a verse or two
And there were brilliant moral truths
But for each there was a sinister line
A priest deceiving or minister lying
I don't need no one to tell me how I live my life
So keep your favorite axioms
And get a tattoo on your arm
But don't you push it on nobody else
Your spirit's something you should keep to yourself
But if you think you got it right
Claim you've seen some kinda light
Well good for you
I hope you're happier now
But as for me
I keep my feet on the ground
But if you truly believe
I hope you don't end up regretting anything
'Cause you won't ever get to Heaven
We won't ever get to Heaven
Where the Hell is it, man?
Who gave us such bad directions?
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6. |
Meteor Crater
04:37
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The traffic laws caught up to us in Amarillo
as the Highway State Patrol told me to slow down my tempo
"You kids are far away from home, tell me, where ya headed?"
"Officer, we're not quite sure. Just help us get the hell out of Texas"
So we drove on down the road to Albuquerque
But we didn't stop for long
We found the city unnerving
We saw the fate of the natives and felt shameful
So we escaped another state, an understatement
But really, where could we go to get away from the world?
We are the heirs of unfair privilege but we're too scared to say so
Will this playing field ever be leveled?
We scratched our heads as we sped through the desert
Six miles to the meteor crater
The interstate can wait
We came to meet our creator
We saw the sign but we shrugged off the warnings
"We're out of time, please come back in the morning"
Denial at the thumbprint of a savior
She smiled and waved
I shot a snide "see you later"
to the woman working gate
We were fifteen minutes too late
But really how can you close a two-mile hole
left by a cosmic crusader so many light-years ago
But as we rode together on that fault line
She told me light-years measure distance, not time
500 feet deep
carved out for giants to sleep
a bed in dead Arizona with an indefinite lease
We saw a thick cloud of smoke and blue fire
rise from a bowl and a cigarette lighter
We smoked the bones 'neath the funeral pyre
It was the closest we came to feeling inspired
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7. |
Branches & Birds
04:11
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We come from family trees that don't bare any leaves
Just branches and birds
Once the fruit stop sharing their seeds
There will be nothing to eat
For our boys and girls
So now I wanna find out if I really grew from this sickly tree
Help me cut it down
We can count out loud the rings
'Cause we are the ones that need the help
We are the ones that don't think for ourselves
Who's gonna write our history?
We are the ones that need the help
We are the ones that don't fight for ourselves
Who's gonna read our history?
In the sprawling suburbs the mallrat lovers are crawling all in the street
Bedroom walls are covered with album covers
It all makes sense to me
'Cause we're small
We're barely at all
We never evolve or act differently
Help me turn around
I've forgotten how to think
'Cause we are the ones that need the help
We are the ones that don't think for ourselves
Who's gonna write our history?
We are the ones that need the help
We are the ones that don't fight for ourselves
Who's gonna read our history?
If you take loving the world like a beautiful girl, it's so interesting
'Cause her skies would be blue and she'd smell of perfume
And her riverbed would be so tempting
But no
We treat her with lust
We do what must to take everything
Help me hold her down
I wanna hear how loud she screams
'Cause we are the ones that need the help
We are the ones that don't think for ourselves
Who's gonna write our history?
We are the ones that need the help
We are the ones that don't fight for ourselves
Who's gonna read our history?
We are the ones that need the help
Who's gonna write our history?
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