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Western Promises
03:25
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Think I’m gonna wear a tie today
Think I’m gonna wear a tie today
And pirouette about to the twilit hours of Tuesday
I think
I think I’ll wear a tie today.
Think I’m gonna put my loafers on
Think I’m gonna put my loafers on
And some Gold Toe socks never did anyone any harm
I think
I think I’ll put my black loafers on
Things have never felt this way
If I had the chance to evaporate
I think I may
The concretes showing signs of decay
The concretes showing signs of decay
And others may complain
That the grass has gone brown and the sky’s gone gray
But I think
It looks pretty nice these days
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In Quiet Resting Places
02:46
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It was 40 degrees in the sun and 30 in the shade
As we looked at our new home on that late December day
You left your super 8 back at the old apartment downtown
We’re optimistic at our best, delusional at worst
The rent kicks in the morning of January 1st
You say you need ammonia but that will have to wait
The walls are peeling off in chips of lead paint
What was a crystal chandelier now nothing but restraints
The wiring is busted and the molding’s warped off
If we insulate the water pipes
If we give enough time
Perhaps one day, this all can fall in line
You said that this could never ever ever never be
The place where we could restart our family
We could always plant an herb garden. Maybe that will be enough.
Suddenly the rain was pouring down in sheets
For an isolated moment we were practically at peace
And the walls began expanding ever outward
Your talking about dwellings and I ask what you mean
You quote Isaiah 32 verse 18
I take my shoes off to try to feel more at home
If we repaint the shutters
And retassle the blinds
Perhaps one day, this all can fall in line
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Light the altar. The rune cloth on the floor
Bring me to Delphi to speak to the oracle
Like an old friend I’ve never seen before
Look through my eyes to find what I’m looking for
I come here naked with a sack upon my face
Throw myself before your feet across the Queen Anne’s Lace
Pythia, if it be your will, award me your embrace
Oh Pythia, which hell will I face
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The Basement Dance
01:37
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Snow builds on the doorway
Locks us all inside
Deep in the long forgotten cave
The room where I abide
Streetlight through the hopper windows
Water dripping from pipes
Slither up the staircase
In the late hours of the night
I’ve been here forever
Before this house was formed
Basking in the moonlight
Dancing in the storms
Peer through the sullied glass
Watch the family come and go
Pace the floors and slam some doors
Maybe put on a show
Scratch marks on the air vents
Leave some clues for you to find
Thoughts of me tucked away
In the crawl space of your mind
I’ve been here forever
Before this house was formed
Basking in the moonlight
Dancing in the storms
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Perestroika
03:29
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The heat’s turning on
for the winter
The nights are getting longer and the floors begun to splinter
Stand up straight. Sharpen my teeth
Feel the cool wet floor underneath my feet
There is no cavalry
No men on horseback
There is no cavalry
On the way
Set up my inventory.
Lay watch upon my realm
Canisters of kerosene and nitrate film
Prepare my kindling amongst the broken rotten wood
Only one thing on my mind tonight
Not going to come to any good
There is no cavalry
No men on horseback
There is no cavalry
On the way
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