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Pointed Bullet
04:36
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Blowing leaves
American dreams are off my back
Blunt bullet points
Unlike a river's spirit
Ripping off all those big traditions
We need to talk about God
We need to knock God out of you
He told me in a dream
She told me in a dream
What they say?
Do they hear you calling?
Did they heed your warning?
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2. |
Officially Bored
02:20
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I'm officially bored with the fucking guitar...
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I think he wants my fucking life
I think he wants my fucking wife
When he looks at me through the corner of his eye
I don't know what he's thinking
But I know there's some agenda
And I just don't like the cunt
If there's a heaven or a hell
Let it be neither we both share
If it's purgatory I find myself in now
I don't know where I'm going
But God, let me go alone
And I just don't like the cunt.
Well I know he's someone's brother
And I know he's someone's friend
But when I see that fucker coming
Well, I simple can't pretend
Because I just don't like the cunt
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4. |
Our Extinction
04:20
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You see cars all overturned
And innocents are burned
But outside your window it's all okay
You see bombs in the Middle East
And wailing in the streets
But outside your window it's all okay
Are we running out of space?
Have we come to the end of the race?
To the planet we're an AIDS
Is this our extinction?
You see rallies in the states
And university rapes
But outside your window it's all okay
You see famine, war and death
And the nuclear threat
But outside your window it's all okay
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5. |
Misinformation
03:38
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I'm over my smartphone depression
Imagination still in tact
My eyes don't see so good no more
Blue spots creep along the walls
Young men on stags drink beer and fart
Take coke in the Irish bars and start
Fill up on meat have a little cheat
Sectarian exultation
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Beyond
04:00
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Tread cautiously when using the word 'ill'
If you could see those rattling bones
Mighty and powerful on their deathbed thrones
They're beyond reputation
Far beyond it
Crafting they're final words to an art
They're beyond cure
Beyond being wounded
By insults and incisions
How many days led up to this
Waste no minute hour or moment
Prophets, they might say
We'll go beyond
The lease is up on your carcass three-piece
And your patch of land
Mortal kings relinquishing crowns
What law waits beyond?
If any
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I've seen better days than this one
But I've got plenty more to give
With my walls and all my windows
Planes erase the horizon
Running down the sold out avenue
Addicts stalk the conference doors
Absolute incestuous families
I've served them guts galore
I'm really getting into you
The artist now at peace
I can't wait for elderly
All expectations are free
Rape alarms don't work in courts of law
So, what under do you wear?
Buried mine out in the wilderness
With the Velvet's singer there
I'm really getting into you
The artist now deceased
I can't wait for elderly
All expectations are free
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8. |
The Rising of the Moon
03:45
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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
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9. |
Breakfast for Crows
03:24
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Pack the nippers on the train
Fill their little empty brain
Kill their imagination
Like adults on their way to work
The last one on is hated
With the hungover brain
Mind is swimming information
Overloaded once again
Look, the crows are breakfasting
They're doing that early morning thing
How do you pronounce Foucault?
Third world women's status
Fluorescent migraine
Low threshold for harmless pain
Please don't do that on the train
Army knife stuck under nail
After sleeping in the brain
Choosing combat once again
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Stagnant Adder
04:48
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One day I took a break by a stagnant lake
Voices all around
The mental wealth of the southern district in my city was really going down
I might have lied to the Polizei
They said I was high
No, I'm not driving home
I didn't see a sign that said, 'no shitting'
Episode number one
Mosquito formula one
Around the stagnant adder
I never hold a grudge, so I sink too new levels
The ladder's not for me
I can say, safely say, that I've got the moves like adder
Then God burst through the trees
Along with a cool breeze, found me on my knees
Growing in the sun
Wouldn't you know, the wind doth blow
Some fool with a ukulele - spoiling all the fun
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