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Mars
06:11
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I called in sick and it may have been a trick
Before I lock the door on my own mind
We could just stay and hope our hell would melt away
Every stone a scorpion's home to find
Bones and meat from my shoulders to me feet
Patchy beard and passive ears for life
Old sores, wake me up in time
Don't force me to sleep past prime
The saints go creep like the wraiths that crowd my sleep
Before I cut the floor for me to hide
The evening stars can't hide the men from Mars
Heavens come and heavens go for miles
Old sores, wake me up in time
Don't force me to sleep past prime
Old core, keep me warm this time
It's a little late to run out
I called in sick and it may have been a trick
Before I lock the door on my own mind
I often fear that I chose a cursed career
Effort gone and beveled bones belie
It's a little late to run out
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2. |
Overload
04:47
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Motels with Indian night men
Hotels with complimentary friends
Pray tell the moment when you held my heart in your hands
I planned a sermon on the mount
What did it used to be about
Breath-taking views that never can amount to what I felt
What city could I design? I love you so
What prison of the mind? I love you so
What slavery of career surrounds our home if we're long gone
Motels with Indian nightmen
Hotels with complimentary friends
Pray tell the moment when you held my heart in your hands
What city could I design? I love you so
What prison of the mind? I love you so
What slavery of career surrounds our home if we're long gone
Overload and we're long gone
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3. |
Sometimes
04:20
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On the floor, wolves at our door, and what's more we're poor
and in love.
Who's on the phone? Let out a moan. Ever since today
we're alone.
Given these catch-and-release times, white whine.
What's point?
Get in the car. Don't even start. Come apart with me
in my arms.
The autumn moan of traffic plans.
The winter's groan that takes us back.
When love was made to last more than a week.
Africa it isn't that far in a fancy car
on a boat.
Tie the lines, we'll pay all the fines in another time
in the gloam.
Bound to a road sign.
In the dark we can taste the metal.
Hounded by the old kind.
But our cover is another's cave-in.
Who isn't scared? I dare to step there. Give him some air
and a home.
The anti-christ, he doesn't play nice with a smart device
and that tongue.
The autumn moan of traffic jams.
The winter's groan that takes us back.
The summer's come and we think back.
When love was made to last more than a week.
With a crush, the back of my truck, a little luck to keep
us whole.
Without a care, 'cause everything's there. Do I ever stare
and feel cold?
Sometimes.
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4. |
Cheek to Cheek
04:16
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Well you know he is his father's son.
But from decent things his mind would run.
And if he dies just like his grandfather done, get the freak disease
and die weeping on his knees.
He laid out among the trees,
and just pretend he'd never been.
Do-si-do the way the old folks go.
The brittle brilliance coming from the radio.
With a word where she could cut me to the quick.
Dancing cheek to cheek singing "payback it's a bitch".
But the warmth that we can feel
would burn the houses of the rich.
By the light you've got me wrong.
I'd drink the ocean to impress my Babyloo.
I'd buy a policy in case I'm sad at you.
Go on vacation to the state where thunder rips,
no wetter recreation. Tell the heavens we're not pissed.
It keeps the dust down with the mist.
We'll be married with a kiss.
By the light you've got me wrong.
But the warmth that we can feel would burn the houses of the rich.
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5. |
Eastland
05:44
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Picture the wingspan over Eastland.
Wait for the glint of sun.
After this dump run, where I come from
keys to the Crown Vic come.
Feeling resplendent, oh transcendence.
Where will we be tonight?
Under sweet tension, just don't mention life
'cause it ends tonight.
I'm playing my love in stereo, kind of.
Just let it boom for miles.
Car crashes, craned necks, and curious kinships,
why do dead deer look back?
Who's lost his taste for life?
Where will we be tonight?
All fears in my ears be still.
We're not coming back.
Carried off towards Sanderson away.
Carrion, lank towards the sun,
like prey.
Picture the wingspan over Eastland.
Wait for the glint of sun.
After this dump run, where I come from
keys to the Crown Vic come.
Who's lost his taste for life?
Where will we be tonight?
All fears in my ears be still.
We're not coming back.
Carried off towards Sanderson away.
Carrion, lank towards the sun,
like prey.
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6. |
Instantine
04:04
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Up in the air, the wind's tension there.
Out of the ground without a sound.
Big bad brown. Don't be around.
I found a well that's deeper down.
The sharp of the axe - the thing that I lack.
Behind every coward, the strength of a crowd
teeming and loud. A fence coming down.
The sound of vengeance all around.
Oh in this story, you've lost your mind.
You'll feel the glory a little rage can find.
You and your sadness can sleep and fight
side by side.
Out with the old, in with the bold.
Lips to the floor. Go, go, just go.
Let it be my first, albeit coerced. The thirst
for something to rehearse.
Walk for a while. In ten miles.
Wake with a smile, it's instantine.
Break like a child, it's infantile.
Oh in this story, you've lost your mind.
You'll feel the glory a little rage can find.
You and your sadness can sleep and fight
side by side.
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7. |
Little Alfred
05:30
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If you hide amongst mesquites at night,
you'll see the devil's feet go by.
The glowing eyes of bedroom lights at night.
Little Alfred, oh no!
They've got powers you don't know.
In the next life, run.
If you choose to stay out through the night,
you'll hear a scampering to the right.
The scratch and scrape to cover take before light.
Little Alfred, oh no!
They've got powers you don't know.
In the next life, just run.
They will love you 'til you're raw.
'Til you're raw.
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8. |
Faraday Cage
04:20
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In the darkest room,
newfound love in tune/tombed.
Make their minds go blank.
Told they can't hold hands.
When I was asked to observe,
I could not believe their nerve.
What I know, I know.
When I go, I'm gone.
But then I see a little blip across the screen.
Our little test changed everything for me.
We're not alone. We never leave our love at home.
We never know what isn't known.
We checked all the doors.
We ran tests 'til four.
Rubbed our eyes in shock.
You won't know my name.
I'll keep it safe in a Faraday Cage.
Let my mind go blank.
Let my mind go blank.
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Everything you need
goes to caring for me.
Everywhere you've been
goes to caring for me.
Call we've had enough.
Let's be serious please.
Sifting through the ash,
we get teary.
Heat is all this family has.
Hail tomorrow, fire tonight.
The water from the truck
makes my kindness run.
You seem to give a fuck.
Do you mind this time?
Heat is all this family has.
Hail tomorrow, fire tonight.
Watch it burn, leaning on the arm of god.
Left to sit and smoke.
It's a drought, you know.
Watch it burn, leaning on the arm of god.
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10. |
Confederate
04:33
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Careful creak, everything defines me.
Warbirds aloft, me going soft, newfound bruises.
Vertigone, hanging the fly and on.
To be on the make.
Scoot down the rake.
Howl at the moon.
None of us will ever be the same.
Since our scuff, split my own lip and stuff.
Whether it's rain, whether it's clear, I've got a muse.
Since that time, I watched every bus collide.
After a freeze,
can't grip my keys,
put to a tune.
None of us will ever be the same.
One of us will always know the way.
Confederate.
Cool, cruel breeze.
Straddle the peak, weak-kneed.
I broke a rule.
From now on, you'll be in every car.
You are the road, you are the road.
I'm just a fool.
None of us will ever be the same.
One of us will always know the way.
Confederate.
You're in every car.
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11. |
This Feels Like a First
03:52
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In my own report
on that fabled force,
I had dropped my camera.
I've been labeled worse.
All my own compassion
for everything that hurts...
What a place to to crash in.
This feels like a first.
Murder me
before Christine.
Murder me.
They tore up our yard.
They spread like a cancer.
I watched like from afar.
They don't give no answer.
Murder me
before Christine.
Murder me
before Christine.
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12. |
Russians
04:45
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Big stops and starts for each change
to withstand the arrows they aim.
The doorjamb was cracked from the night
I couldn't get anything right.
All tech and firework shoots
and all just a memory too.
The Sovtek emitting the sound
of Millions of Russians gone down.
Shifting Geronimo's pose.
Shitting our beds and so.
Big stops and starts for each change
to withstand the arrows they aim.
We're not gonna think it out loud
sitting in glittering clouds.
The Oktava's getting the sound
of Grandpa invading a town.
It's all just a smear on the screen
that alters whatever you're seeing.
The ash in the firepit shows
everything we know.
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13. |
Great Dane
04:00
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Your own creation,
westward ways.
Get to the station,
wait on the train.
Your own position
based on play.
Take on the redlands.
Drips in the rain.
And the old world melts.
The interest gains.
The new girls yell
at the huge great dane.
Your own commitment.
Mystery stains.
Get with the mission.
Die for the aim.
And the old world melts.
The interest gains.
The new girls yell
at the huge great dane.
The new world shell.
The interest paid.
The oversell
and the huge great dane.
Your own creation,
westward ways.
Get to the station,
wait on the train.
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The Sanco Loop Austin, Texas
The Sanco Loop is the latest musical incarnation of Austinite, Peter Wagner.
The record is
made up of fuzzed-out acoustic guitar, atmospheric pedal steel, Rhodes, synthesizers, looped drum beats, and Wagner’s surprisingly wide-ranging voice. If James Blake and Peter Gabriel tried to make a red dirt country record, this might be what they’d come up with.
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