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Mountain High
02:35
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"You have a starting point, you have an ending point - that's the end of your life. All in the middle, you fill. YOU fill it. And that's all left up to you. And you gonna have, remember, you gonna have people pulling you from every direction to go their way." - David 'Papi' Hunt
Use it after all this
Fighting all the cough fits
You've waited long enough
Usually after all this
You'll find it's gone
In this spangled banner
You seem small
Now I hear the trumpets
Rise 'til the colours fade away
They've faded grey
My colour code
And we could run, or fly
To mountains after all
'way from all the gold
and To'ard where we'd grow
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Tiptoe
02:58
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Have I told you that I think you're so fine?
A goddamn beautiful mess of every piece of my mind
And you haunt me with a ghost-made perfect bliss
So teach me how to walk through walls and we can take on anything
But I've heard to not tell you anything
'coz you might think words don't speak my mind
Just tiptoe 'round them, but why should I? Why should I?
I've caught you a couple times looking over here at me
So tell me 'bout the beautiful mess caught up in your mind
Have you heard to not tell me anything?
'coz I might think words don't speak your mind
Just tiptoe 'round me, but why should you? Why should you?
What I've done as I've grown
Is hide behind these walls
I'm not sure what you've been told, but
I'm ready to fly on, fly on
Been doing this all wrong, all wrong
So don't talk about anything
And just tiptoe 'round us, but why should we? Why should we?
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3. |
Kill The Moon
03:04
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We talk about your precious hands
And your fingers tied to the ends of them, my dear
Then they slide right across your strings
Like they know that I can't get enough of it, my dear
But I'll tell you something
I'd kill the moon
So we can talk about anything
Besides this
We could walk around the fence
But instead we jump right over it, my dear
There's nothing wrong with being us
Just as long as we don't wake the neighbours up, my dear
But I'll tell you something
I'd kill the moon
So we can talk about anything
Besides this
Why do we evade it all
When we both got nothing to lose?
The mind's a little key for locking doors
That we avoid and say we can't get through
But I'll tell you something
I'd kill the moon
So we can talk about anything
Besides this
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My Mary started drinking again
Thought she had enough of it, but here we are
My Mary’s good at playing pretend
Like she’s got it together
And she’s got you alone
Yeah, she’s got you alone
Throw your words at me
From the mind of your whisky dry, I’m listening
Mary’s tipsy on your time
As Mary leans over the bench
She stares at nothing but the back of him
My words float above her head
Like she’s forgotten everything
Now I’m at a loss
Is there even an us?
Throw your words at me
From the mind of your whisky dry, I’m listening
Mary’s tipsy on your time
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5. |
Mother Brown
03:06
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You want a big house
To fill it up with all your things
As crazy as it seems, as crazy as it is
You put your walls up
To free yourself from everything
And the silence round them’s louder than it’s been
Yes, it’s a fine reflection when your mirror’s tall
And you can even pay another to hang it from your door
You hunt for gold things
Like a dragon's killed for it's keep
But what's gold to a monster?
It only cuts it's teeth
And it's a blurred depiction when you're ten feet tall
and the only light you can see bounced from your floors
But you take what you like and put it down
Well, it's old jargon, get your hands off Mother Brown
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6. |
Fan
01:09
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Hmm, I’m just another one
I’m just a multiple
Revel, unravel, come upon
Stumble and soak it up
Go on
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7. |
Glass Arms
03:02
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Have you heard a rooster crow without the radio on?
And did you know that a chemical might be bad for health?
Well, I don’t mean to keep you from it
But why do you think they keep it locked away?
Here’s the fire
And I’m sure you like it
Do you feel alive yet?
Have you been to see the man who shows you how to swim?
He flaps his arms with spells and charms; so let’s go take a dip
Well, I don’t mean to err on caution
But don’t you know his arms are made of glass
And he’s a liar
But I’m sure you like it
Do you feel alive yet?
Here’s the fire
And I’m sure you like it
Do you feel alive yet?
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8. |
Cry Wolf
04:51
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How do you feel when you walk down the street
to get to the record store?
You're trying the skirt that you got last week
You haven't worn it before
You took a courage step through the wolf pack
and instantly caught their eyes
You wish a vinyl wall was between them
to drown cowardly wolf pack cries
But how has it come to this?
And how is it still?
Imagine a whirlwind to start the world again
And would it take that for ignorant understanding?
How do you feel when a fox shows its teeth?
A sly suggestive grin
A snide deride at your blank perplexion
A fox would do anything
But how has it come to this?
And how is it still?
Imagine a whirlwind to start the world again
And would it take that for ignorant understanding?
But how has it come to this?
And how is it still?
I live in coffee stains
and I sleep with my brain outside my mind
I find a body blame every time
My sore thumb is aching
My sore thumb is aching
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9. |
Full Grown
04:18
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Fires from and fall around me
They don't seem to exist for long
Take a trip right through the middle
The grass seems green but how are you to know?
So, I could stay right here on my own
But, I wouldn't know much more
Oh, luck has gone on far too long
Oh, feed me karma now I'm full grown
Ash burns, dust to the riddle
Well, they use words and we just sing along
Take a trip right past the middle
A blind eye still has a mind to make a choice
So, I could stay right here on my own
But, I wouldn't know much more
Oh, luck has gone on far too long
Oh, feed me karma now I'm full grown
So come back to your mind soon (la la la)
We just took all the life forms
(and we just sleep it all off)
So come back to your mind soon
So, I could stay right here on my own
But, I wouldn't know much more
Oh, luck has gone on far too long
Oh, feed me karma now I'm full grown
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10. |
Awake, Spring Time
02:59
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Awake, cold spring time
A sick sun covers us
If mercy gets it’s way, you won’t stick around very long
Now it’s moving furniture
Now it’s calling old friends
If mercy mentions me, you won’t stick around very long
So far the fire keeps feeding
And you like the dangerous light that could burn this house down
But you understand me, surely you’ll keep us alive
Do you think that I’m looking thin as I spill through the keyhole?
Do you wonder where I’m going?
I don’t mess around any more
So sleep old spring time
See the daylight
Warm your sweet mind
Just don’t punish us any more
As long as the fire keeps feeding
It feels like a dangerous time
But you understand me, surely you’ll keep us alive
But you never really know
But you never really know
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11. |
Father's Son
04:02
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Good try, goodbye all I've known
Goodnight, bad night
Lucifer has my heart
But I've found my Father's son
In the folds of all that makes me
Nice flight, you've stretched your wings wider than i
And a weighted die seems to always fall on the wrong side
Lucifer has my heart
But I've found my Father's son
In the folds of all that makes me
“They are not respecting change. And the only thing in this world that’s gonna really happen and you can do nothin’ about it, is change. Ten years from today you won’t be the same as you are right now. I had a damn good time while I was here, y’know. And the killin’ part about it is everybody gotta go the same way. And it’s what you leave behind, y’know.” - David 'Papi' Hunt
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