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Easement
03:32
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Ooh easement
Oo-ooh reverie
The time, the time, the time has come
For e, for e, for e-e-e-e-e
Oo-ooh-ooh
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Slinging words like bullets, on/about Election Day
Slinging words like bullets, on/about Election Day
Gimme money and a dust mask, gonna burn this fucker to the ground
Gimme money and a dust mask, gonna burn this motherfucker to the ground
Oh-oh, I believe her
Oh-oh, I believe her-lieve-her-lieve-her
Her her her her
Her her her her
Her her
What a waste, full of grace
This commodity of face
Caught in netting, unlace
This commodity of face
Fuck this world
Fuck this world
Oh-oh, I believe her
Oh-oh, I believe her-lieve-her-lieve-her
Put your trigger in my back, I tell you it would hurt less
Pull out all my teeth with it, I tell you it would hurt less
Push me down the stairs with it, I'll bounce just like a ball
A war or a wall, that's the choice you get??
(Binders full of all of us), It ain't no choice at all
Guess what, we've been pissed guess what guess what
Bump against the ceiling hit, I tell you I ain't feeling it
Slogging through the mystery, what's the history here?
Bigger trigger bigger chase
Survival of the fittest case
Is that what we're here for?
Is this what I came for?
You better, you better, you betta you betta you bet
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3. |
Tedious and Brief
04:17
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Take your broken heart, make it into art, now
That's what she said to me, don't be afraid to act so free
Tedious and brief, the ground beneath our feet
Mired by reality, the doldrums dictate what's to be
Take your broken heart baby, turn it into art now Mama
Through the open door I see images of what could be
Tedious and brief, O the ground beneath our feet
Tattered by the test of time, turning towards the dimming dime
The flying of time that is passed by degrees
We are dust and shadow and hours that flee
Murmurations of the birds on the wing
Buoyed by life that is all too brief
To only tell tales of sunny hours, only speak of fun and flowers
I treasure tale of storms and showers
Trying times and crumbling towers
Take your broken heart. Turn it into art.
Take Make Fly Die
Life Strife Mox Nox
Hours fly, flowers die
New days pass by
So rave on!
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4. |
A.W.O.L.
02:08
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We know all about it
There'll be no doubt about it
We just can't live without it
Who needs a conversation
To make an allegation
About the mass contagion
This ain't no allegory
It's just the same old story
We'll be the judge and jury
We'll stop this bad migration
Avoid the altercation
Who needs the aggravation
We'll build a bigger border like you've never seen before
We'll mark our territory with a xenophobic war
A monument of idiocy to mar the midnight sky
A towering spire of Babel to bellow from on high
Good fences make good neighbors, ain't that the old refrain?
Take money, milk, and medicine and piss it down the drain
This Earth our heaven for a while, for some a little longer
As dictated by the dollar and the madness of a monger
The king, he has no clothes!
We're gonna build a wall 44 stories tall
Bring back some shock and awe
The real national emergency, the king he has no clothes
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5. |
Gracias A La Vida
03:50
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(Lyrics inspired by Gracias A La Vida by Violetta Para)
Gracias a la vida, thanks to the life
Gracias a la vida, thanks to the life
Thanks to the life that has given me so much
Gave me wide night and day, crickets and canaries
Thanks to the life that has given me so much
In the wide night, it's stars
Thanks to the life that has given me so much
Gave me sound and hearing, in all it's reach
Thanks to the life that has given me so much
Hearing hammers, turbines, rain showers, and love's tender voice
Thanks to the life, and all with it came
That gave me the heart
That shakes this frame
When I look at the fruit of the human brain
Look at the good, so far from the bad
Thanks to the life that has given me laughter
Thanks be to that which has given me tears
That I may distinguish hereon ever after
The times of great sadness from the happiest years
Thanks both to be, tired feet and godspeed
On cities, beaches, mountains I've walked with thee
Both of these things that formed the song
Your song, which is the same song as everyone's song
Which is my song too
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6. |
Immortal Home
05:00
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(Lyrics from Angel Band by William Bradbury)
My latest sun is sinking fast
My longest race has run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph has begun
O come angel band, come and around me stand
O bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home
O bear my longing heart to them
Who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses all from sin
And gives me victory
O come angel band, come and around me stand
O bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home
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7. |
Sky Is Falling
01:43
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Last night, it appeared
In a yard, fenced in
It was large, it was a meteor
Speeding across the sky
There were larger dark days on either side
I was infused with simple joy, like in the old days
Ex-Animo
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8. |
First World Blues
06:42
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Pondering the probability that life beyond this plane of existence is vast beyond compare
And that in this finite, constrictive, construction of roads clothes bodies and vessels
It often feels as though I'm squeezing my ideas through a funnel like icing through a tube
And then I think to myself "Self, well what if there are no more brand-new ideas"
And that this is all there really is
This land of roads clothes bodies and vessels ...
This ain't so bad, this ain't so bad
(It doesn't sit right)
There's gotta be more around here somewhere, around the corner
The corner of my eye, more inside
Pulling fort, somewhere inside
Of the vast
Of the new
Of the
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
Ok, where were we
This place of roads clothes bodies and vessels
At least I don't live in Gaza, or Yemen, or Syria
And then my next thought to myself is "Well, self?
What will I have for breakfast today?"
Standing there in my kitchen
Standing there in my bathroom
What will I have for breakfast today
A cornucopia of options and I'm just chewing it on down
Chewing it on down
Chewing it on down
Chewing it on down, down, down, down, down to an
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
So where does that leave us
In this land of first world blues and obligations
(Somewhere inside, must be more ... pulling forth what's inside)
I climb out of bed
I pull on my clothes
I drive down the road
My car is a vessel
My body's a vessel
I drive down the road so I can buy more clothes so I can go to the show
There's gotta be more that lies within
These roads clothes bodies vessels
There's the beauty that lies beyond
There's the vast that lies beyond
The pulling forth of the beauty that's within
That's within the vast of the new of the
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
Undiscovered Land
A day a day a day into day
A day a day a day into day
A day a day a day into day
A day a day a day into day
A day in today
A day in today
A day a day a day in today
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Come Holy Spirit Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
"This is the kind of record I often wish would get sent in but rarely does, and then I realize there aren't many records like this. This is a band that comes out of punk but brings their own specific worldview of DIY and originality to the table rather than rehashing a 25 year old hardcore record. CHS from Pgh is immediately heavy, creepy, innovative, and inspiring ... " Greg Harvester, MRR. ... more
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