1. |
No Easy Way
03:33
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False hopes of the working folks,
try to get a word with the holy ghost.
Eyes close and the spirit goes,
a parasite looking for another host.
Lost you to the things you found,
Blinded by the vision deafened by the sound.
Bloodlines getting copper wound,
Hunting superstitions by the British pound.
Oh what simple pattern
Brings us from the sea.
Grassland to the cavern,
City to debris.
Oh what little matter
We all wind up to be.
Let the river scatter
What little's left of me.
Bleak nights into burning days
Giving up your living in the ivory cage.
Legs shake when you try to pray
Forgive the unforgiven in your special way.
Clip off what you can't afford,
Lighten all your burdens to the holy chord.
One more driven to The Lord,
Mama draw the curtain brother draw the sword.
Oh what simple pattern
Brings us from the sea.
Grassland to the cavern,
City to debris.
Oh what little matter
We all wind up to be.
Let the river scatter
What little's left of me.
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2. |
New Testament
03:24
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I went six long years
With a broken car stereo.
Left my love
Just a few long months ago.
Some lives don’t
Get lived until you go
For the long eight seconds at the Angola Rodeo.
Lost my sense of place
Nowhere looks all the same.
Strip malls cover the plains
And yet there's no one to blame.
Concrete from the clay
Tract homes crossing the range.
American golden age
We're sorry for the delay.
I went six long years
With a broken car stereo.
Left my love
Just a few long months ago.
Some lives don’t
Get lived until you go
For the long eight seconds at the Angola Rodeo.
Hello, hello,
Can you talk to me
Can you see through me?
Can I at least be yours today?
Can I at least be yours today?
I need help, I need to pray
Not tomorrow, I need today
Fuck the walls, I want the way
All my green that turned to gray.
I went six long years
With a broken car stereo.
Left my love
Just a few long months ago.
Some lives don’t
Get lived until you go
For the long eight seconds at the Angola Rodeo.
They all say
Years are fast when the days are slow.
I can't stay
Right here if you gotta go.
Shades of gray
Pile high when I'm feeling low.
It's a long eight seconds at the Angola rodeo.
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3. |
Big White Heat
03:01
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I just know it’s gonna hit us like a big white heat
Party in the Kali Yuga in the shade of the beast
I’ve nothing left to lose if things are looking this bleak
Cause when the sun goes down, there’ll be a light in the east
I always make a little promise to the people I meet
I say I know I’m gonna be there when the pattern’s complete
Grab my ride, say my prayers, before I fuse with my seat
Cause when it all goes down, I’m just a part of the street
Every little thing adds up (4x)
I watch the sky and count the seconds as the measures repeat
Turn the world into a message when it moves to a beat
My shaking limbs dance out an answer in the late autumn heat
And when the lights go out, I’m just a shape in the street
I push my sticky little fingers through the bars of the cage
Tell the secrets I’ve been keeping to the edge of the page
Bless all the gifts that I’ve been given with American Rage
Cause when the walls come down, we’ll see the end of an age
Every little thing adds up (4x)
I just know it’s gonna hit us like a big white heat
Party in the Kali Yuga in the shade of the beast
I’ve nothing left to lose if things are looking this bleak
Cause when the sun goes down, there’ll be a light in the east
I always make a little promise to the people I meet
I say I know I’m gonna be there when the pattern’s complete
Grab my ride, say my prayers, before I fuse with my seat
Cause when it all goes down, I’m just a part of the street
I watch the sky and count the seconds as the measures repeat
Turn the world into a message when it moves to a beat
My shaking limbs dance out an answer in the late autumn heat
And when the lights go out, I’m just a shape in the street
I push my sticky little fingers through the bars of the cage
Tell the secrets I’ve been keeping to the edge of the page
Bless all the gifts that I’ve been given with American Rage
Cause when the walls come down, we’ll see the end of an age
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4. |
Under Open Sky
04:06
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Our days are bright
From eager dawn into the lazy night
The life I've found
its got me thinking i should stick around
When things are right
I find it easier to see the light
The green surrounds
your shadow on the Appalachian ground
I need to know
If we stayed right here,
Then could we call this home
But if I go
Would you still be where
We watched the kudzu grow
All on our own
Little houshold things keep us from feeling low
The life I know
I don't think that I'd go back to living alone
I need to know
If we stayed right here,
then could we call this home
But if I go
Would you still be where
we watched the kudzu grow
All on our own
Little houshold things
Keep us from feeling low
The life I know
I don't think that I'd
Go back to living alone
The blessings that we all receive
Should always be enough for me
But something else just had to be
Cause I never want the things I need
What good am I if I can't see
The light that's right in front of me
What other kind of life could be
If I didn't want the things I need
The blessings that we all receive
Should always be enough for me
But something else just had to be
Cause I never want the things I need
What good am I if I can't see
The light that's right in front of me
What other kind of life could be
If I didn't want the things I need
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