1. |
Free Roman
04:17
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Baby, sucking on a battery
This was not the first time; umpteenth instance nearly
Keeping up is easy with automatic steering
Pleasure and sensation keep you up there
Dangling from large industrial cranes
There’s water on the brain
But no need to panic
Just wake me up at eight
With buzzing and static
And I will be a witness to the damage that will be
Repeated
I’m looking forward
I’m looking forward
I’m looking for the black comedy
And I’ll fiddle through life
Like Nero, free Roman
Baby, you always get so antsy
You’re never finished thinking, maybe you’ll start drinking
You could be an actor and grow a gut like Shatner
Build a fifteen-minute empire and watch it burn from space
Yeah, man
There’s water on the brain
But no need to panic
Just put me up away,
A toy in the attic
And I will be a witness to the damage that will be
Repeated
I’m looking forward
I’m looking forward
I’m looking for the black comedy
And I’ll fiddle through life
And I’ll fiddle through life
And I’ll bring my bombs to heaven
And I’ll fiddle through the gates
And do a holy shooting, oh no
And back here on the Earth,
We’ll nuke a new Pangea
And we’ll talk about the good ol' days
And smoke away our feelings
All right
There’s water on the brain
But no need to panic
Just wake me up at eight
With buzzing and static
And I will be a witness to the damage that will be
Repeated
I’m looking forward
I’m looking forward
I’m looking for the black comedy
And I’ll fiddle through life
Like Nero, free Roman
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2. |
In Motion
04:24
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Trouble in the village, trouble at home
There’s a menace at the city under the dome
A breach of peace
Someone bore a ring, said this too shall pass
But Goliath’s at the door, the church has collapsed
Defeat, retreat
As you walk through the colony
There’s a darker shadow dawning
When you bathe in the silver stream
You can hear the siren calling
There’s a long rattle off the coast
It’s just a whisper in the ocean
With her ten glowing yellow eyes
It’s just a memory in motion
So pity the Earthlings and try to remember them
For all of their conquered ground
The seasons bring change to make of the atmosphere
The ocean is filled with sound
And we passed them as they sang...
…There’s a man in a submarine
And he dives through deeper pressure
To a damned, deep, dark ravine
And he’s wondering when he'll get there
There’s a long rattle off the coast
It’s just a murmur in the ocean
With her ten glowing yellow eyes
It's just a memory in motion
For Roanoke
We take the monster out
Our bodies stand
Like insects in a crowd
The paint comes off the ziggurat
It’s dancing on our graves
…There’s a man in a submarine
And he dives through deeper pressure
To a damned, deep, dark ravine
And he’s wondering when he'll get there
There’s a long rattle off the coast
It’s just a murmur in the ocean
With her ten glowing yellow eyes
It's just a memory in motion
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3. |
Scuttlers
04:32
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I heard something ‘bout a space hotel, and the cure for her disease
It’s gone away for now
There was a boom where the eggs spilled out and the larvae ate the trees
And now we’re all burned out
It’s hardly like the world we were promised
They’ve gone and turned it upside down
How did you lose your mind?
How’d you lose your memory?
It’s such a waste of time
Such a waste of energy
You couldn’t do the math
Couldn’t stop to calculate
The devil shows his hand
And you’re all just following
Cause everything’s alright
He’s a charming reprobate
There is a blinding light
And we all get blown away
You picked a golden calf
Now we tremble with the stones
We had a sacred love
Now it’s in the catacombs
There was a time we’d all come together
But something’s crawled inside our holes
Off to bed, now my love is dead, tell the children that she’s out
How will they ever know?
Her body lays in a shallow grave as the eggs hatch in her mouth
The mother scuttles home
It causes eye rolls
It turns you grey
Now it’s gone viral
You can’t escape
So bombs away
So bombs away
So bombs away
Blown to pieces
Blown to pieces
Seems the mods have gone to sleep
And now we’re alone
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4. |
The Love
03:32
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Don’t you understand
Like the brains before
You caught it with your hand
And stopped to lock the door
And I remember when
Before I was born
Before the towers fell
Before they pulled the cord
You’re waiting on the rocks
So tell me, who's the fool?
And who's the one who knocks?
And which camp is most cool?
The Love has made us deaf
The Love will make us blind
It's all in white and black
And I caught you turning back
Now you're waiting on the hooks, your fellowship
Won’t you tell me, who's the crook? Who's getting it?
Who's that on the screen?
Who's that being mean?
Well the water's up, and you think we should go it alone
If we powered off, we would never know how to get home
Such a crawling feels like a tide rising up on the sand
It’s a tricky state where The Love is the law of the land
Where The Love is the law of the land
Is this our final life, in plasticine?
And we’re drowning in the new amphetamine
Every culture clean
Everyone is clean...
Clean...
Clean...
Clean...
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5. |
Brain in a Basket
05:16
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It’s easy
All you gotta do is give in
It’s pleasing
To have yourself a new religion
On all sides, everyone can hear you bellow
And last night
I could hear your voice through my window
Cause you’ve got my
You’ve got my head underwater
And you’ve got my hands
With nothing you could lose
And that’s just fine
Cause I’ll be in my corner
Cause I know now that you’ve put a foot in my mouth
And I know you’ll have my brain in a basket
But I don’t know you
Though I can see you winding tighter
And the pendulum swings
Right into a raving tiger
It’s hungry
Thorn in paw and hatred driven
It’s easy
All you gotta do is give in
Cause you’ve got my
You’ve got my head underwater
Yeah, you’ve got my hands
With nothing you could lose
And that’s just fine
Cause I’ll be in my corner
And I know now that you’ve put a foot in my mouth
And I know you’ll have my brain in a basket
But I don’t know you
But I don’t know you
But I don’t know you
You know, everything is going just swell
So seize the day
And go fuck yourself
If you smell something
You get right off the ride
There’s something rotten ringing a bell
It’s as green as paper
Breath the air
And if you smell something
You get right off the ride
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6. |
Night Owl
03:18
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You're a picture of a distant well
You're a figment in the desert hell
And we want
And we want
You're a light up in the lighthouse
You’re the moon, you are the night owl
And we want
And you want
You're a pigment for the colorblind
You're a fire running down the line
People aren't bad
They're just not
You could hold them but you're overwhelmed
You are gold
As far as I can tell
People aren't bad
They're just not as good as you
Night has risen and now you feel the kill
Catch a rabbit and make its body still
You’re a rabbit torn from your mother’s womb
How she scanned every crater on the moon
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7. |
This One
03:58
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Rome is falling, Rome is falling
Topple off the edge and now you know
It’s quiet and cold
Magpie calling, blood is drawn
X-rays of a fledgling’s broken bones
Here come the stones
The secret is out
The cat’s in the hole
And careful now
Cause people are cruel
So blessed, the cantor
Sings songs for our whims
This one smells like original sin
You don’t want a social freeze
So dot your I’s and cross your T’s
And don’t, don’t you rock the boat, no, no, no
If you’ve got a question you can ask it,
Though you’d best not ask at all
So watch your tone
The secret is out
The cat’s in the hole
And careful now
Cause we have control
So blessed, the pastor
Says gather your kin
This one smells like original sin
The secret is out
The cat’s in the hole
And careful now
Cause people are cruel
So blessed, the cantor
Sings songs for our whims
This one smells like original sin
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8. |
Banged Up
04:20
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Who would want to live forever in a banged up holiday?
You’re gone and feeling sorry for yourself but I’m not following
Tattle tales, your tattle tales
This one’s gonna be quite the parade
I’m only tardy when you’re late
I’m only tardy when you’re late
Insults serving parties behind the wind
What it would have been, oh what it would have been
For your smaller army on the hill
Oh what it would have been, oh what it would have been
Who would want to live forever in a banged up caravan?
I’m glad you’re feeling good and proper but that’s just not how you win
You promised me, you promised me
When this was over you would go away
You’re only charming when you’re fake
You’re only charming when you’re fake
Insults serving parties behind the wind
What it would have been, oh what it would have been
For your smaller army on the hill
Oh what it would have been, oh what it would have been
You're gathering wood for the fire that warms the rain
You put a hole in the tire and stowed away
But I’m the light on the pavement that warms the walls
Your shock's a new motivation I want to want
Yeah you’re the noise when I’m tired and baggy-eyed
Sell me to the next highest buyer and get me high
Cause I’m the light on the pavement that burns the walls
Your shock’s a new motivation I want to want
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9. |
Way Gone
03:55
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Hey, it’s a test run, it’s a folly
Way gone
We’re too little and too late
You are a storm cloud, I’m a gulley
Way gone
And you would have this wash away
Way gone
Won’t cover me no more
Hey, the train home isn’t running
Way gone
You are a heartbreak ‘round the bend
And I’ll be your rebound if you want it
Way gone
Just want to know your shape again
Way gone
Won’t trouble me no more
Don’t, don’t you let it be
Don’t, don’t you let it be
Don’t, don’t you let it be
No, it isn’t good for me
Don’t, don’t you let it be
Don’t, don’t you let it be
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