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Proliferant Continuance
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Waves o' waves sing for me your wise old withered melody, and I will fall into thee, see all the things you have seen
Winds o' winds teach me your ways and I will give you the rest of my days. I will learn to unlearn these scripts and the tongue of the devil who created it.
All hands stolen from sacred ground, all arms swallowed by cleansing sand, all hail the sound of the waves wash away all the worry
All hope rests 'neath the feet of fools, all time tethered to trembling tools, all souls shake in the sight of the sun.
Holy holy fields of gold, soiled by the truths untold. Grass of green or fields of grey, all become one someday
Sound so clear the ring of bells, older than the sound of the wind itself. Turn to dust the ancient stone, the road winds longer anyone could roam
So we cut off our own hands and bled, now the sands wont grow, left with a barren stone. Now we wait for the day now to come, when it all falls down, build a new god in man
Last breaths, breath in your final hours. Last rights as the sickness sours. What stench stuck to our skin as the hour grows thin.
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Down Too long
03:04
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Hold me like some broken bone mangled in a mess, I been here before. So I sit around and count the cracks tangled in the wall and stare through that window paine
When you walk down to the levy bring your box of broken bottles so they can drift down on back to the sea. The muddy Mississippi sings the song of St. Louis but it all sounds the same to me
I been down here for too long
I can see the stars tonight
Everywhere I go I see the fruit of wicked seeds that been sown down in the swampy soil. I stroll down to the quarter with a nickel and a dime and I aint coming back this time.
Sometimes its the weather and other times the rain, sometimes you gotta start again. So bury me in concrete and green and purple beads til that brass band rolls round again.
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Uranus Verses Mercury
04:19
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Linda Jean
02:36
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Linda Jean, was the world so mean to you? Fifteen years old, sleeping on rooftops and shooting dope. You got four children and one of them's a fiend. Linda Jean just couldn't stay clean.
Say your daddy was a mean mean man he did lots of things you wouldn't understand. So you run away but the streets are no better said the streets are no better hey.
Now you got a job, pays better than a nine to five. But you work all night, do what you must just to survive. Too much face down, they found you that way, and that's the way you left your children on your dying day
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Torn Wings/Sharp Words
03:52
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You breath smoke into my sore throat. I cough up coal and dead leaves. You tore your wings on sharp words. Flowing like honey from your mouth. You sold your heart to the devil. For eyes to blind staring at the sun.
These wheels keep turning, these wheels keep turning but how long?
These tracks keep running, these tracks keep running but how long?
I'll keep walking, I'll keep walking for as long these legs will carry me.
I'll keep wandering, I'll keep wandering til the day that I die.
If I die, if I die lay my body 'neath that old oak tree.
You breath smoke into mt sore throat.
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Don't Come Knocking
05:10
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That lawman came knocking at my front door, I said lawman what you knocking on my front door for. He said "you been bad I'm here to take you away. You best start askin mercy from the gods that you pray." So he tried to put shackles around my wrists, but shackles around these wrists just don't ever fit. Seven times tried, seven times failed, just something about this boy just cannot be chained. As he turned to walk away, these the last words he heard me say.
You can't chain me you can't contain me, you can't tame me. I got something up my sleeve, I got something you can't believe. So don't you come knockin on my door.
That preacher man came knockin at my front door I said preacher whatchu knockin on my front door for? He said "you been bad you live a life of sin, you better star a-worryin about the end." Well Jesus can keep his wine, I'll drink my whiskey. Walkin on this water aint got nothing to do with me. Sin's my business, mischeif's my game, aint nothing you can say is gonna change my name. As he turned, to walk away, these the last words he heard me say.
You can't rule me, you can't school me, you can't fool me. I got something up my sleeve, I got something you can't believe. So don't you come knocking on my door.
You can knock knock knock all day long. I'm just gonna sit here and sing my song. You can knock knock knock until that door is on the floor.
That tax man came knockin at my front door, I said taxman whatchu knockin on my front door for. He said "you been bad you aint paid your dues, I'm here to make sure it is you who loose." That cash is just paper, gold's just a rock, I'm gettin real tired of this money talk. You can tax me to your hearts desire, but I'll be throwing them taxes on into the fire. As he turned to walk away, these the last words he heard me say.
You can't tell me, you can't sell me, you can't jail me. I got something up my sleeve, I got something that you won't believe. Don't you come knockin on my door.
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Dirty Lights
04:11
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If these dirty light keep burning, and these wheels keep on turning. And the cities swallow cities until the concrete fills our lungs.
There's a beast down in the coal mine. He sleeps but not for long. And if these dirty lights keep burning, that beast's gonna sing his waking song.
The sun don't shine through grandeur or the soot and the ash of the sky. Flowing forth like rivers from the coal mine. When the city's dead and forgotten you can hear that coal train whine. The sound of the whistle blowing, is the sound of the world as she dies.
All you wealthy men keep building. Build your towers to the sky. But there's people killing people killing time until the end.
And we'll all get what we paid for, standing in line to see the show.
We'll all raise up our weary hands, the lines in our faces filled with coal.
The devil's in the details. It's writ between the lines. We let the beast out of the coal mine. Now these dirty lights aint gonna shine.
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Last Steps
05:20
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We marched on down to the river. Our white robes red with sin. We marched with old ghosts up the mountain pass, at the peak hearts heavy we saw no trees.
Last steps to the gallows, sinkin like a stone. Ain't got no light in them eyes anymore. Your days are numbered by the blood on your hands. Last steps to the gallows.
Don't forget what your mother said, when the skies open up and the seas turn red. Don't forget what to pray before bed so the devil don't crawl inside your head. If your heart is heavy as stone you will be swallowed by the fire when the sun comes home.
We built our houses on the sand. Our cities slipped and crumbled into the sea. We danced with the dead by the orange moon light. At the peaks hearts heavy we saw no trees.
Last steps to the gallows, sinkin like a stone. Ain't got no light in them eyes anymore. Your days are numbered by the blood on your hands. Last steps to the gallows.
Don't forget what your mother said, when the skies open up and the seas turn red. Don't forget what to pray before bed so the devil don't crawl inside your head. If your heart is heavy as stone you will be swallowed by the fire when the sun comes home.
Now you're sinking like a stone. Sinking like a stone at the gallows.
Were you born a wicked man. We're you born a wicked man or was your daddy to blame.
Now your swingin in the wind. Swingin in the wind at the gallows.
Last steps to the gallows, sinkin like a stone. Ain't got no light in them eyes anymore. Your days are numbered by the blood on your hands. Last steps to the gallows.
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A dark cloud rolled in, and a dark wind blew. No one could remember, until our faces turned blue. It's the true cost of easy livin'. Some have no choice but to give in.
A smoke stack rumbled, and the factory wheel whined. Our lives for these trifles but no one seemed to mind it's the true cost of easy livin. some have no choice but to give in.
So my childhood's gone I'll play no more, we gave our children to the factory floor. Innocence lost, fed to the dogs, we turned those children into factory cogs.
Those little bellies turnin, like coal for the burnin. Our lives for these trifles, yet what are we earning? The true cost of easy living. some have no choice but to give in.
So it's out of sight, out of mind. Out of breath and out of time. tiny hands worked to the bone, on the factory floor weaving cotton and wool. This ain't no story, this ain't no fable. They're upon your backs and upon your table. Easy living comes easy to some but the truth can be hard to swallow. Some are born on the wrong side of the line. There in their misery wallow.
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Fear Itself
04:10
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