1. |
Cure for These
02:09
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from the rocking chair falling angels crash land
sweeping up ain't easy you wouldn't understand
sifting through the ash when you already got the gold in your stash
i got a mind to come down there and kill that man
come on why don't you save him if you can
your deathbed is made and i'm lying in it now
keeping it warm for you on a broken bough
drifting through the mud when you already got the gold in your blood
i got a mind to come down there and kill that man
come on why don't you save him if you can
blindfold imitation
moths to a star
kind old stimulation
may be all we are
suffer through each life like it's one long disease
they've got the cure for this one if you've got the cure for these
sifting through the sand when you already got the gold in your hand
i got a mind to come down there and kill that man
come on why don't you save him if you can
come on why don't you save him if you can
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2. |
Let the End Times Roll
02:35
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there's a saying somewhere that if you're the snare
then somebody else gotta be the bear
it's easy to take if you know when to break
it's easy to take if you know when to break
grass and grains cover remains
but you know how the fields get when it rains
dig a deeper hole and let the end times roll
dig a deeper hole and let the end times roll
because the heart is like a diamond down a mine
in that it needs a light to shine
or else it might as well be coal or iron ore
in that it needs a flame to roar
ivory and jade below the parade
bones and stones plowed up by the blade
hearing ocean swells in sahara shells
hearing ocean swells in sahara shells
fossils recoil under the soil
but you know how cold blood gets when it boils
still the flock has to live by the shepherd's clock
still the flock has to live by the shepherd's clock
and yeah the heart is like a diamond down a mine
in that it needs a light to shine
or else it might as well be coal or iron ore
in that it needs a flame to roar
stuck in reverse in a horse-drawn hearse
whitey's haiku only make things worse
can't hear a thing under the virgin wings
can't hear a thing under the virgin wings
squabbles in the coop break out in a loop
perpetual state of trying to regroup
what a lonesome sound when they hit the ground
what a lonesome sound when they hit the ground
because a heart is like a diamond down a mine
in that it needs a light to shine
or else it might as well be coal or iron ore
in that it needs a flame to roar
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3. |
Yesterday's Broadcast
03:18
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well there's no better place to stall
cradled in the shade
phantom limbs snatching all
the glory as it fades
now the hatchet's been dug
up from its fallow bed
phantom limbs droop and shrug
and claw the earth to shreds
picking up last year's broadcast
there's still no future in the past
sweeping up yesterday's sawdust
keeping all that wood in the shed is a bust
and should the highest boulder fall
leaving no place to hide
phantom limbs shoulder all
the burden on the other side
picking up last year's broadcast
there's still no future in the past
sweeping up yesterday's sawdust
keeping all that wood in the shed is a bust
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4. |
Short-Lived Demise
03:15
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betrayal such a kick in the crutch
limping so much it hurts to the touch
hunted down like a beast proven not to exist
but strange encounters casually persist
well it was all the rage but the heat of fireflies
tends to meet with a short lived demise
let's keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
so many moons man it's hard to keep straight
just how many it takes to sanitize the slate
well it was all the rage but the heat of fireflies
tends to meet with that short lived demise
let's keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
thunder and lightning rattle this blessed roof
there ain't no rest for the dear departed and i'm living proof
well it was all the rage but the heat of fireflies
tends to meet with a short lived demise
let's keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
keep the distance between us in a cage
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5. |
See You Soon
02:39
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stained with love that dried like wine
another gunslinger folds up his sign
shoots himself in the foot with a nine
the shoemaker whispers good morning moonshine
and all the masked men beg and swoon
to the long legged beasts upstairs at the saloon
and like gypsy moths magnetized by the moon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
faithfully long lost embers ignite
old timers hold their fitting ends tight
the washtub gin dries up overnight
the youngins repent in the cold daylight
and all the masked men beg and swoon
to the long legged beasts upstairs at the saloon
and like gypsy moths magnetized by the moon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
yeah just a little taste
it's much to fine to waste
on gains gotten ill and used
back alley epithets
unraveled cassettes
spat out flat out refused
the horizon's aglow with a back road flare
onlookers catch a chill from the night air
over the hill the sirens glare
the search is on and nobody's there
and all the masked men beg and swoon
to the long legged beasts upstairs at the saloon
and like gypsy moths magnetized by the moon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
i'll see you soon
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6. |
Dead End
04:17
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all she ever wanted was a bashful star
he was only ever able to get so far
she was so excited she could hardly stay awake
held the scalpel to his heart and her hand didn't shake
the bedrock spelled it out all about that old godsend
who took the scenic route to a dead end
all she ever cared for was a shining stooge
got what she prayed for now her debt is huge
yes i see her troubles are just like mine
the tears burn worse than turpentine
the bedrock spelled it out all about that old godsend
who took the scenic route to a dead end
a nomadic fixture now revealed
to be drifting even further a-field
nailed to the wall like an empty frame
a storm cloud rider who never came
all she ever loved was a driving mist
he was the only one who seemed to exist
and after all the false alarms she tripped
he was rambling in his sleep and her name just slipped
the bedrock spelled it out all about that old godsend
who took the scenic route to a dead end
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7. |
Bakelite Tombstones
02:58
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lately the dead of the night is mostly reserved for raising ghostly
spirits in depression glass to hear your voice and see the past
maybe i should have listened more closely
the first time you told me
drowned out by bakelite tombstones
counting backwards on your numbered bones
and even if it just brings back the pain
make it rain
make it rain
flightless grounded by lament now leaving footprints in wet cement now
staring at the sprawling sky hounded by your lullaby
40 thieves among the trailers prowling
shepherd's in the doghouse howling
crowded waves breaking on silvertones
counting backwards on your numbered bones
and even if it just brings back the pain
make it rain
make it rain
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8. |
Bad Graphics Blues
03:00
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say them rampant fleece mongers really curse
when they leave their shells and throw it in reverse
and lose themselves in their own black hole
with leopard wings they can't control
and they can't bear to hear the rest of the news
on account of their limp and lifeless bad graphics blues
and they really must be going now to where the mortals lay
and it wasn't gonna happen any other way
yeah those rabid war ponies prance and strut
sparing no one their bewitching smut
and leave great holes in the canopy
when they revise astronomy
and they can't bear to hear the rest of the news
on account of their limp and lifeless bad graphics blues
and they really must be going now to where the mortals lay
but it wasn't gonna happen any other way
as the veil descends them flashy flukes
whip out their tales of gothic archdukes
and once they collapse half dead ingénues
try to give them a taste of the love they abuse
and they can't bear to hear the rest of the news
on account of their limp and lifeless bad graphics blues
and they really must be going now to where the mortals lay
but it wasn't gonna happen any other way
and they can't bear to hear the rest of the news
on account of their limp and lifeless bad graphics blues
and they really must be going now to where the mortals lay
but it wasn't gonna happen any other way
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9. |
Learned You How
02:37
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all of your shortcuts turn into dead ends
the pawnbroker has your mother's cigarette holder
have you ever noticed how all of your friends
keep getting older while you stay the same
you don't care if she's guilty you just like how she pleads
you rub salt in her wounds then throw it over your shoulder
haven't you noticed how all of your leads
keep getting colder while you have no shame
you're just a city slicker in her ghost town
you would think you could by now
but nobody ever learned you how
butane from your lungs burned out the spark in your eyes
you were an inferno now you just smolder
haven't you noticed it's only your lies that keep getting bolder
the more that you claim
she's a stampede in your one horse town
you would think you could by now
but nobody ever learned you how
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10. |
The Only One
03:47
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before you call it's all borne by stuff that falls
you'll be the only one who wonders about her luck
the sky that boasts you know it's just the bastard ghosts
you'll be the only one who still manages to give a fuck
oh it's the way of love to stay such dumb luck found
oh and the bastard sort have the heart to beat you through the ground
oh you're the only one
find the stem and pull it out and show it to them
full of another vein that bleeds out shame from the deal you struck
seeds have sewn themselves together for you to moan
you're still the only one who doesn't give a fuck
oh it's the way of love to stay such dumb luck found
oh and the bastard sort have the heart to beat you through the ground
oh you're the only one
spool the thread and remember beds where you have bled
now and then the toss is lost to the dumbstruck
soon the pain of great loss will have minor gain
oh you're the chosen one no you still don't give a fuck
oh it's the way of love to stay such dumb luck found
oh and the bastard sort have the heart to beat you through the ground
oh you're the only one
oh you're the only one
oh you're the only only one
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Noble Kin Brooklyn, New York
Noble Kin provides curious glimpses into his perception of human civilization as a cycle of violence and inequality couched in cryptic lyrics and classic rock grooves.
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