1. |
Heathen
04:48
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When the ocean rot
eats away at the oar
and your panic is a cloud
that is forming in your mouth
When the motions stop
and you're laying on the floor
where the manic are allowed
to be sorting it all out
Those are the times you
Know your shape
Open slow
Broken gate
When a smile lies
at a table full of hope
and the cliff has got a charm
ever pulling on your arm
When denial dies
but you're able in the boat
for you're covered in a calm
this is just another yarn
When the chosen flock
bring a shepherd to the floor
and the wolves are gonna starve
cause the sun will be on guard
When the cloven knock
is a leopard at your door
but a feather in your heart
lifting leather from a cart
Those are the times you know your place
Only so
Frozen face
Swollen grace
When the lowest call
is a murder and a trap
and your bed is on a pike
cause your head has seen the light
When the slowest call
gets you further on the map
and you bled a little deep
where the dead are still asleep
When the omen chop
cleft your misery in twain
and the stump is bleeding slow
but you're no longer feeling low
When the woven crop
left a pillory of grain
for the artist in the night
and the harvest is your life
Those are the times you
Know your weight
Token glow
Growing fate
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2. |
ελαφόκερον
09:18
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(instrumental)
Isn’t it peachy to suffer so deeply
the colour of pain is Mountain Dew
Turning a corner, burn or be warmer
now and again, I’d count on you
but this
Big, gaping hole in my life where you used to live is filling up with
Time, and it never goes away, wherever I talk and whatever I play
Would you believe me and all the graffiti
would I regain my care for you
Surely the landslide, had both our hands tied
so we reclaim, repair and rue
Returning what I found
I still turn the sound up
Silence is a blessing, stuck in my epiglottis
But I never have it for that long at the office no
How my heart will pine
I honour till my time’s up
Moisture in the air, homes are getting cold
Can’t keep warm like back when I had you to hold
You never leave me, never completely
my little brain has chosen you
The shadow is hurting, everyone’s working
cry in the rain, we’re soaking through
If they had told me this was gonna hurt more than being picked up by my
eyelids, then thrown hard into your mirror, cracking it in a million places,
then being force fed handfuls of broken shards until my guts are
pissing blood, my pants are soaking red and my insides are coming
out ---------(I'd have gone through it with you still)--------
cause i can see parts of myself in these reflective fragments,
Sat in all my shit but still these shards can sure bounce LIGHT
(kk)
How could it be easy to sever it neatly
we'd be insane to fight what's true
Listen intently and ever so gently
we shall regain our alives anew
Returning what I found
I still turn the sound up
Silence is a blessing, stuck in my epiglottis
I never have it that long at the office no
How my heart will pine
I honour till my time’s up
Moisture in the air
Homes are getting cold
Can't keep warm, better knuckle down
for I am getting old
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3. |
Saynt
04:50
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(instrumental)
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SHRUSIC Derby, UK
make art
be weird
make noise
be kind
trust your gut
words
are empty
behaviour is truth
know your craft
be teachable
don't preach
just
do it Yourself
do it For yourself
DO yourself
... more
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