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Own It All
04:28
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I was washing my hands one day, I was rinsing them of clinging earth,
In the garden under sky so grey, planting seedlings at the seasons turn,
And I looked at my hands and I thought of the legacy of human toil,
Ever working in some new plot to monopolize the air and soil,
To own it all....
In my garden I name the weeds, and I pull them and I dig the roots,
If a plant cannot meet my needs I won’t offer it an inch of room,
And I nurture my chosen seeds and I emphasize my role,
On the fruit of my labor feed, on illusion of my own control...
To own it all, consume it all,
Contain it all, create it all...
To own it all, to own it all, own it all, own…
To own it all, own it all
To own it all
To own it all
To own it all, consume it all
Contain it all, create it all
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2. |
St. Jerome
04:46
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Youth is a fleeting wind
Indulge it with wicked sin
Embrace all this sacrilege
You’re ready to give it up, and you’re ready to convalesce, and now you’re ready to confess
Sparked by divining fist
You traveled by moonlights kiss
To escape all the haunting bliss
And now you’re ready to give it up, and you’re ready to convalesce, you’re ready to confess
‘Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well they bury your faith in the catacombs
Writing of stories told
All these histories, they’re bound with gold
Well you seek to translate all our souls
But are you ready to give it up, and are you ready to convalesce,
and are you’re ready to confess
‘Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well they bury your faith in the catacombs
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
‘Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well they bury your faith in the catacombs
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3. |
The Cusp
02:57
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AND YOU’RE ON THE CUSP,
YOU MUST MAKE A SACRIFICE,
IF YOU WANT WHAT YOU SAY YOU WANT,
THIS CHANCE, IT WON’T COME TWICE…
AND YOU’RE ON THE CUSP,
AND YOU MUST CHOOSE,
JUST FOR THIS MOMENT, A PATH IS OPEN,
YOUR OLD LIFE IS YOURS TO LOSE…
AND IF YOU CAST IT AWAY, OH,
THE STRUGGLE AHEAD,
BUT IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO CHANGE,
HOW WILL YOU LIVE WITH THE REGRET…?
WILL YOU LIVE WITHOUT WHAT YOU WANT?
WILL YOU LIVE WITHOUT WHAT YOU HAVE?
HOW DARE YOU GAMBLE—YOU’VE JUST THE ONE LIFE…
YOU’VE ONE CHANCE…HOW DARE YOU HOLD BACK…
YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT,
YOU’VE SEEN THAT FUTURE SO CLEAR…
JUST TURN AWAY FROM THE FATE,
THE CALL THAT BROUGHT YOU HERE…
YOU’VE CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF WHAT COULD BE,
AND WHAT YOU’VE SEEN, YOU CAN’T UNSEE,
NO, WHAT YOU’VE SEEN, YOU CAN’T UNSEE…
YOU HAVE IT ALL TO LOSE,
OH….BUT WHAT YOU KNOW YOU COULD WIN…
SO WILL YOU STOP YOUR EARS,
OR WILL YOU SHED YOUR SKIN?
YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT,
YOU’VE SEEN THAT FUTURE SO CLEAR…
JUST TURN AWAY FROM THE FATE,
THE CALL THAT BROUGHT YOU…
YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT…
YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT…
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4. |
Hold
03:52
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The way she looks back, when she’s going home again
Always flirting, she runs her hand behind her ear
Down to her lips with a gentle fore finger
Filling us with courage for a love placed out of reach
The closer we come to a deeper understanding
The harder it is not to cross all of these lines
So we hold, hold, hold
We hold ourselves back
We hold, hold, hold
These hearts on fire
We hold, hold, hold
Until the right time
When she’s screaming my name
She whispers your name
When she's screaming your name
She whispers my name
Raging seas and savage eyes
Hide the pleasure of her paradise
If we storm the beaches then we’ve gone to war
Bleeding out upon her rocky shores
So we hold, hold, hold
We hold ourselves back
We hold, hold, hold
These hearts on fire
We hold, hold, hold
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5. |
At Sea
05:24
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The waves whisper dark all around me, I can’t see a thing in this fog
The whole world is shrouded, no stars I can chart for a path
This course that I’ve set, it’ll drown me, I still feel it drawing me on
The farther I go, the less that I know where I’ll land
I can taste the salt, thickening the air, it wakes a hunger too vast for a name
Fathomless and wild, is it my compass, or am I its prey?
Stay with me, memory, twine into thread
Weave with my dreams, with the grief I have bled
Oh, be my sails, catch the wind, carry me
Oh, be my sails, I’m at sea…
These clouds that I’m in, they confound me, even horizons are gone
This veil that enfolds me, I can’t even tell where I’ve passed
There’s nothing in reach that’ll ground me, such endless expanses I cross
How long must I journey till restlessness quiets at last
Still i taste the salt, thickening the air
Waking that hunger too vast for a name
Fathomless and wild, is it my compass, or am I its slave?
Stay with me, memory, twine into thread
Weave with my dreams, with the grief I have bled
Oh, be my sails, catch the wind, carry me
Oh, be my sails, I’m at sea…
The waves look endless to the small,
Have we grown just enough to see, but not to help at
All of these, poisoned seas, we’ll have to drink before we’re through…
Our lives seem endless when we’re small
Shortsighted eyes, they leave us free to harm…
All of your fine horses, all of your fine men, they can’t do a thing to stop the coming of the end…
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6. |
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I wanna die in the tunnels of London
I wanna feel my weight in the ground
Feel the beauty of the prisoners footsteps
As they tap out a beat for the corporate sound
I wanna live with reckless abandon
I wanna feel my senses arrive
I wanna die in the tunnels of London
I want a ticket straight out of this selfish life
I wanna die in the tunnels of London
I wanna keep calm and carry on
I wanna repay this debt of emotion
Wanna pass, wanna pass this echo on
I wanna live with reckless abandon
I wanna burn out clear and bright
I wanna die in the tunnels of London
I wanna transfer my soul to another time
Where I’m…
Over my love, over my head, over my kind, over the dead
Over and up, under and through, over my heart, and back to you
Over my lust, over my band, over this bucking guitar in my hand
Over disdain, over the signs, over this job, over the line…
Dissatisfied (I wanna die in the tunnels of London)
Inconsolable
Ungratified (I wanna die in the tunnels of London)
Insatiable
Designed to die in the tunnels of London
Designed to die in the tunnels of London
Where I’m…
Over my love, over my head, over my kind, over the dead
Over and up, under and through, over my heart, and back to you
Over my lust, over my band, over this bucking guitar in my hand
Over disdain, over the signs, over this job, over the line.
And I’m out of time, and I wanna die in the tunnels of London...
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7. |
All Wrong
03:39
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Never found a place I felt quite home,
Maybe I’ve been going about it wrong,
Tried to find the right climate, and furniture, and floors,
Never gave a thought to who might meet me at the door…
Maybe I’ve been too much alone,
Been going about this life all wrong,
Is it in my nature, or does habit drive the force,
Keeps me running endlessly on down this lonely course?
I won’t fall prey to your propaganda,
I know full well my pattern clashes with the rest,
Won’t cut my feet to fit the shoes that you deem finer,
Won’t hear a “no” when my heart is singing “yes…”
Doubt is the prison of my mind,
I know my heart is steering blind,
How many of the wants I have are born from my desires,
And which come from the outside world, the trash I see, falls into me, it fuels my fire.
I won’t fall prey to your propaganda,
I know full well my patter clashes with the rest,
Won’t cut my feet to fit the shoes that you deem finer,
Won’t hear a “no” when my heart is screaming “yes…” (Yes, yes…)
Maybe I’ve been too much alone…
Been going about this life all wrong…
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8. |
Over (explicit)
05:29
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You kept her blue-eyed gaze
You kept her superstition
You kept her wallflower ways
You kept her inhibitions, oh now
Wait for you, you thought she would
She seemed to play the part
But damn you boy, you misunderstood
You can’t play with her heart, no you can’t play with her heart
You kept her at a distance
You kept her at arms length
You kept her on hopes and wishes
You kept her in the bank
Wait for you, you thought she would
She seemed to play the part
But damn you boy, you misunderstood
You can’t reserve her heart, no you can’t reserve her heart
And now it’s, now it’s over
Goddamn you boy you don’t understand
Well you just broke her heart
That fucking pride you carry with you
Only death will make it part, only death with make it part
And now it’s, now it’s over
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Madness Blooms Seattle, Washington
When singers harmonize—when their voices consume them and fuse into a new whole—something blooms in them: a kind of bliss, a kind of madness. Bradford King and Meghan Sinoff follow this sensation into territory both eccentric and melodic.
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