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I Swore
03:22
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And I swore this wasn't how I was going to live,no more
With my knee on the wheel and my two hands in the cookie jar
And a hole in my pocket so it'll never be filled
Put the cap back on the bottle, wipe the blood out from the quill
And I say, yeah
Another link is lost upon the chain
And I say, yeah
Another link is lost upon the chain
Well I swore this wasn't how I was going to live, no more
With every question a trap and every answer as a foot in it
And feeding fuel into that fixed on end machine
Rolling down the alleys in the backseat of the queen
And I say, yeah
Another link is lost upon the chain
And I say, yeah
Another link is lost upon the chain
That same old can of worms
That same old crooked path
Yes, I'm a broken record, I'm a broken record and that
Heart skips to that same old sound
The music never changes when you're ear's against the ground
And I say, yeah
Another link is lost upon the chain
And I say, yeah
Another link is lost upon the chain
And I swore this wasn't how I was going to live, no more
And I swore this wasn't how I was going to live, no more
And I swore this wasn't how I was going to live, no more
And I swore this wasn't how I was going to live, no more
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2. |
Dancing Bull
03:15
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Riding on a dancing bull to the foot of a well
Chained our ankles to the rusty wire cage
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary in a coal mine
Yeah, we caught that dream
Where the green grass doth grow
Raising our song, that black winged bird
And a bull from the heather punch drunk on the perfumes of July
Learning love songs whistled through a thick of briar
Learning love songs whistled through a thick of briar (sarc.)
And we both went down like a hammer to the nail
Simmer down and take that long road
Riding on a dancing bull to the bottom of the well
Threw ourselves down the rabbit hole like a pocket full of change
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary in a coal mine
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
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It ain't a rose unless it's got a couple thorns
Like fingers on the heartstrings
Pull your head out of the lullaby and give me something good to sing
And lord only knows why the bloom came so early this year
Peeking out between the floorboards in the dew of old tears
Beneath the broken bottles and a glass half empty and a promise ring
An oasis in the desert of a heart that I've been beating and that's all I need from you
A glass third eye, pair of tongues darting in and own between her wooden teeth
Flashed her a smile, I kissed her cheek before she headed out the back door, back door
And I left that canary back at home
And I stumbled to the well, so dark and cold
You could hear that black birdy singing out the last sad song, it was a requiem
A beggar's psalm, it went
(whistling)
And as we're turning the dirt over, find a bed of four leaf clovers as I dig the grave
And I'll take along a handful with us arm in arm as topsoil
Hits that coffin lid to the beat of this song
Tell me, who will take the bait
Who's gonna pull the line and take that hook between the teeth
Snap the anchor from the chain
A pair of torn sails drifting off into the sea
Another failure in the fall down rain
Rag water drip to soothe the sand scratched excuses from the heart
Break the promise for the sake of being so true to a fable that we never made come true, so true
Yeah, right on
You know that potion's made of saltwater and the scent of a rose in the stair
(whistling)
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4. |
Hawk and the Rat Tk2
04:41
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When you're out, out on the town
And the neon lights blur past your eyes
How well do you know the man who sits beside you?
When the hawk snatches up the rat in the wood
Do you empathize, and to which side do you relate?
And with an arm around your waist
And as you're taken to the highest tower
Ain't that when you should realize
Just who you are, or have become?
When the lighted match falls beneath the sidewalk crack
And we marvel at the painted walls and mourn the flame
Oh, and snuffed out by the wind of a passing heel
And to forget our loss we light their cigarette
And toss what is left up and out
Up out and over our shoulders
But with an arm around her neck
And as she's taken to the basement then isn't that when I should realize
To give in is just another way to give up
And I'm so tired of failing out this way
Oh, I know you've heard it all before (sarc.)
I'll sharpen my tongue as somewhere the rat
Oh that rat says goodnight
Say goodnight
Now wake up
What will we do with the dirt once all these holes have been filled?
Shall we sweep them under the rug, my dear?
And where to turn when the molehills are mountains?
Oh, what a day when that rat finds no food has been left in the trap
But they keep coming back
Trying to retrace their steps
Finding less and less marks they can believe in
The hawk on wing, the rat left lost in the wood
Lost in the wood
Lost in the wood
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5. |
Fall From Grace Tk2
06:36
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Get your filthy paws off of me
I can put my own two feet on the ground
You're the mangiest bird I've ever seen
Looked so good with my head in the clouds
The man in the window's talking backwards
Telling me to get the fuck out of town
And the beast by his side, gnashing her teeth
In her skivvies, in tears, in a frown
But the light streams through the bars bright enough to say
That we're still young and haven't quite lost our way
Just yet, but here it all comes down
But we've all got to fall from grace, sometime
We have all all got to fall from grace, sometime
And I found myself stumbling down the alleys
With the babies crying straight through the wall
And the h-kids with the holes in their bellies
It must've been a hell of a fall
And we crawl beneath the porch as not to make a sound
In the words of our mothers, we'd better stop fucking around
But it all falls down
We have all got to fall from grace, sometime
We have all got to fall from grace, sometime
But the light streams through the bars bright enough to say
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6. |
A Dream
03:07
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The flies on stools and prostitutes and sailor boys are in cahoots
A frenchman knocks the lights from Uncle Sam
And my ex-girlfriends and those to be are all complaining merrily on what it was I was and who I am
To become
And the lights are tinted bloody murder
Flags go up in flames, casting shadows on the wall of fallen angels
And the drugs and sex and booze and flooze
The bartenders with attitudes and cigarettes
And birthing hips and tits galore, they strip like whores for tips
And you can almost taste the whiskey as it tumbles off the rocks
Or faintly catch the bursting of their bubbles as the lines of reasoning change lane
An altar boy cries on a holy shoulder, so cold and unforgiving were his eyes
So we phoned the pope in searching for an answer
And fondling his crucifix, replied
"You've got to question my superior"
But the son of god was on the lamb, so Dionysius raised a glass
A toast to selfless martyrdom and love
To which we laughed as others cried
Made jest of thorns buried inside and choking on these thoughts
I cough them all onto the page
So it's away boys, before anyone has nothing left to say
And as we pass, masks fall to the floor
These faces have all changed
One last shot in the dark, another failed word
One last glance at the scene before it turns to ash
Where are the saboteurs?
Where have the jesters gone?
Where is the masquerade?
The stars I wished upon and shot out of the sky?
Where did those piggies fly?
Wherefore art I, I ask
As it all fades away
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7. |
An Endless Reprise
12:46
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Mourning the morning's good grace of your memory
A smile that would crack a lip into weeping in warning
Of that truth in the bathroom mirror
The more I would write, the further that knife thrust into me
And exed out the eyes, pull the pound from my back, I'll cut you out of me
But how many lives must we sift from the bones at the bottom
A well dark and dry, cold and lonely, of that truth
An endless reprise of playing the losing hand's bet
I'll strike out the "I" as the scales tip so hard to my side
Now can we admit I was right?
I built this well from the floor row by row by row
With my curse in your throat
Yes this is my low road
And you're down all of these alleys alone
Shout it out, I'm so wrong
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