1. |
Hunting Shack
02:24
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I won't follow you long.
I have my own place to go.
A hunting shack and a holy war.
Back home,
comes news,
we're hurt when told.
I won't be with you long,
tucked in our winter jackets.
Our breath will hold some more.
In your eyes
In the snow
A requiem bonfire
built as we spoke
about the irons that rusted while we aged.
We'll brake up more sticks
and
toss them into the fire.
---- squawk squawk ---
Ooooh you're a wicked child
misunderstood like a SPORTing GUN
slurred melody from an artist in the night
Wind can stir dark words in a moment/in a moment you notice the blowing.
Our breath will hold more
In your eyes
In the snow
A requiem bonfire built as we spoke about the irons that rusted while we aged.
We'll break up more sticks and toss them into the fire.
-TG
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2. |
How It Will End
04:20
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On the day that we met
We could see our breath
The weather so hollow
We had to fill it with something
The fledgling has got a way
With its throat to the sky
Open and wanting
And waiting for something
Someday, maybe soon
I'll see a shock of feathers
Across a cloudless sky
And you and I will be free
I could hold that fledgling
Cupped in my palms
You could feel my heart beat
In time with its wings
One day, maybe soon
You'll raise your carbine to
My heart, and oh! what an easy shot
In the full light of the sun!
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3. |
Kerosene
04:32
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Let us lay down
In the bathroom
On the tile floor
On the cold tile floor
I've got this bottled up
Maniacal laughter
hahahahahahaha HA
Just dying to get out
I've got this book
Of matches
And a can of kerosene
Just dying to be lit up
But we won't feel as much
As the hero
We write about
All bloody and slouched
By his smoking gun
In this burning room
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4. |
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Hang in there
How you keep the wheel reckless
Driver
Working off those feelings
How much effort towards living
How much you've been given
How much do you give?
Bounce your ball
Drag your chain
Think of meeeeeeeee
What is it You dooooo
In the corners of your house?
With the lights low?
Do you sometimes have to leave
And walk out into the street?
You do.
Look into those well-lit
Windows or into the dark ones
Where someone might see you
Looking in, God forbid!
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5. |
Last Train To Tisdale
02:40
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