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Mystery Song
03:45
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this song is very mysterious
and yes, i’m really quite serious
yes, you can guess
that i know where i am
but can I know where I’m not?
That is the mystery
of a lot
This song is very delirious
I know I seem imperious
But can you guess
that you aren’t where you are?
And can you know that you can’t
that is the mystery of a plant
time waits for every man
who waits for time to pass
But time stops for every girl
Who holds time in her glass
This song is very mysterious
Unlike the tyrant Tiberius
But could you guess
That is’t not what it is
but instead what’s it’s not you can keep?
That is the mystery of a sheep
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4,000 Piles
02:28
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Take all you feel and
Stuff it in a well
Fill with fire and
Blow it all to hell
Destroy the memory
Of everything you’ve seen
4,000 Piles of empty hope
and caged-up dreams
Respect and dignify yourself
If no one will
You are the only one
Who must believe in you
4,000 miles ago
It mattered more than now
Leave it behind to yourself
alone avow
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Does it spin?
Yes, it does...yes, it does...yes, it does...yes, it does...yes, it does...
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Large-Faced Man
03:11
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~instrumental~
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Sailing on Air
01:03
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You can run away
and never turn around
You’ll still spend your life
On the ground
But come and sail with me
We’ll fly away together
And spend our lives together in the clouds
we’ll avoid the rough seas and we’ll
never hit a storm
because you and I together will stay safe and dry and warm
So come and sail with me
And live without a care
Live with me while
Sailing on air
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They come out once in your life
And ring as loud as a bell
They fly out into the night
SFFH
Deep from the earth they explode
But when you never can tell
They do as Satan has bode
SFFH
They fall like death from above
And rain like Howitzer shells
Lusting for nothing but blood
SFFH
Don’t walk alone in the dark
Don’t lay where demons may dwell
You can’t outrun death’s cruel mark
SFFH
Now find a place you’ll feel safe
Where all yours fears can be quelled
Then find you’re never away
SFFH
They feel as heavy as stone
The searing pain you befell
They hunger only for bone
SFFH
With teeth that sear through your flesh
and rend your skin into gel
Feel muscles tear as they thresh
SFFH
The searing pain you endure
As they engulf every cell
Then welcome death evermore
SFFH
Now Satan calls to his sulk
To come return to their cells
Away with carcass they skulk
SFFH
The human race are their prey
And thus the funeral knell
Begins to ring to the day
SFFH
They leave but headless remains
of whom nobody can tell
In human blood, the Earth stained
SFFH
And so the scene is reset
Until the next bloody swell
Children, you must not forget
Skulleating Fairies
Tear into bone
They never stop
Until you’re gone
You feel the fire
Your breath elapsed
Tonight will be your
Very last
Skulleating fairies
from Satan’s door
They’ll be your last
memory for sure
So now I leave you
With this to mull
Skulleating fairies
eat your skull
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~instrumental~
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The only black cat in Portland
Crossed paths with me yesterday
His amber eyes told me something
I followed him on his way
Walked under 13 black ladders
Pushed down a mirror for fun
Knocked over every salt shaker in
666 restaurants
I know it’s all
What you got up inside
Your luck if falls
Only once you up and die
Go make your life
and I’ll stay here with mine
The only black cat in Portland
Will never ever die
Yeah and we walked back together
We found and bludgeoned our twins
With snakes we killed on our shoulders
While spitting into the wind
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Every Other Thursday
04:02
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~instrumental~
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One More Dead Horse
04:28
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What do you do with an old dead horse?
You cut into chunks of course
But when an elephant dies at the zoo
What does a keeper do?
You can’t grab a chainsaw
in front of the kids
And cut in into
Piles of bits
You have to show some tact
Dispose of it behind their backs
You wait until the day is done
And shut the door and have your fun
You say good bye to all the years
And chop of both his floppy ears
You cut through hips to sever legs
And cram them into garbage bags
You split the belly up the front
And carefully remove the trunk
And maybe if they’ve been real good
you’ll feed
The leftover scraps to your bears
So you’ll have to pardon me
If I feel no remorse
For seeing one dead elephant as a project that needs tackling
And a horse’s corpse
As just one more dead horse
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It’s all about mother and father
It’s all about sister and brother
It’s all about sons and daughters
It’s all about murder and slaughter
It’s all about dragons and drugs
It’s all about bitches a bugs
It’s all about pain and gain
And doing that crack cocaine
It’s all about dogs and cats
It’s all about frogs and rats
It’s all about guns and smack
It’s all about talking back
It’s all about who’s in charge
It’s all about who’s at large
It’s all about up and down
And running cops out of town
It’s all about money and dope
It’s all about addy and rope
It’s all about liquor and suds
It’s all about Crips and Bloods
It’s all about Franklins and Funds
It’s all bullets and guns
It’s all about push and shove
But mostly it’s all about love
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Afternoon Galavant
02:43
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~instrumental~
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My brother’s head crested the water
He came up warmer than before
I came up colder and I’d felt I had it worse
He hummed a verse and dragged my body back to shore
We caught our breath and coughed up laughter
Our mother cried up on the dam
We jumped to show her that we wouldn’t let it hurt us
That she’d never see a broken child again
When lightning killed my little sister
the lightning split her brain in two
It sent a shockwave into her corpus callousum
She died before the blast went through
They found her lying on a sidewalk
Her face was bloodied black and blue
They told my mom her skin was burnt down to the bone
There was nothing left that anyone could do.
My mother sits and makes up stories
She turned to dust inside the din
She cries at night and spends her days awake and lonely
Telling people she knows where her daughter’s been
My brother still wakes up in August
To watch his still and sleeping kids
At night I sleep with all my doors and windows open
In case my sister’s somewhere in the wind
Keep yourself around
And try to stay low to the ground
When it hits it sucks you in, it drags you further down
Keep your voices low
You never know where lions lie in wait
Son, keep your eyes on me
I’ll never let you down
Why did it have to be
The best of you, the worst of me and
Everyone was left to die while
You’re lost somewhere in the sky I’ll
Never take my eyes off you I’ll
never take myself away from them
This is what loving gets us in the end
Devil's Doorbell (Hidden Track)
Girls, don’t you go ringing that Devil’s Doorbell
Ain’t no faster way to take a trip to hell
Might seem like it’s nothing when you push that button
But then the door swings open and your finger gets shut inside
Once you start pushing that devil’s doorbell
Clamp down on your hand like a deadly clam shell
Sure, it might seem better in his house where things get wetter
But as soon you reach, your finger gets shut inside
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