1. |
Love U Miss U Going Mad
02:51
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Love U Miss U Going Mad
R. Byers
Drag the streets for the body
Drag the body for the blood
Fill the lungs with the breathin'
Follow the eyes, follow the bones
Just follow the bones
Draw the map, crack the figures
Bite the black, stitch the tongue
Track the teeth, fight the memory
Follow the eyes, follow the sun
Just follow the sun
Oh, oh I love you, I miss you
I'm going mad
Disaster sells, be still the heart
Of roofless thoughts, we are evoked
A tangled mess, sordid splinters
Follow the eyes, follow the drones
Just follow the drones
Oh, oh I love you, I miss you
I'm going mad
They're pounding at your ears dear
They're shooting at your door
It's boiling in your head here
It's dancing on your floor
Oh, oh I love you, I miss you
I'm going mad
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2. |
Wallz Will Talk
03:34
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Wallz Will Talk
R. Byers
Buried so far beneath
That it's scary, the mountain of things
That come tumbling, ever so slow
Settle down, get control of yourself
Don't insist they're just words
Wallz will talk
And we will lie
The ceiling drops
And wallz will talk
Am I a shadow of things
Mountains that I'll never be
Can come tumbling ever so slow
Settle down, get control of yourself
Don't insist they're just words
Wallz will talk
And we will lie
And fall apart
And wallz will talk
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3. |
Out of Romance
03:31
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Out Of Romance
R.Byers
Are you awake yet?
Have you escaped yet?
The anesthesia, it loves to keep ya
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
When you slip beneath the knife
I hear you singing for your life
I won't go quiet
Out of romance
Out of protest
Are you safe yet?
Have you escaped yet?
'Cause when you split the streets tonight
I hear you screaming for your life
I won't go quiet
Out of romance
Out of protest
So, what comes next?
We disappear in subtle ways
Patterned lives and routine days
We drown in lies and drink in wait
The wait, the wait, it's killing me
Out of romance
Out of context
So, what come, what comes next?
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4. |
Everything A Blur
04:32
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Everything A Blur
R. Byers
I'm dressed to kill
My pockets filled
Cement in the sea
The city watching me
My tongue is thick
I swelter, stick
And try to improve
But I can't shake you
I can't, I can't, I can't
And everything is a blur
No time to think, no time
You and me, in a whirl
And everything is a blur
I don't ask why
The pattern is in the sky
And curiosity, it kills the cat in me
So blood to blood we kiss
Then slowly disconnect
I try to improve
I try to shake you
I can't, I can't, I can't
And everything is a blur
No time to think, no time
You and me, in a whirl
And everything is a blur
Woo hoo, oh oh oh
And everything is a blur
No time to think, no time
You and me, our blood is stirred
And everything is a blur
Woo hoo, oh oh oh
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5. |
Viva Il Caro
03:27
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Viva il Caro
R. Byers
They call you out
Razor sharp devout
No choice have we
But for our muscle, bone naivete
And oh, the passion flows
'Til it explodes
And bathes the night
In something holier than you or I
Viva il caro
My princes of industry
Don't wipe up the floors
With the rags of the free
If you're building to sky
Be willing to die
Of heart and wire
Are you composed?
You're fixed to blow the world
Right out of it's skin and so
Black figures move
Yeah, like holy ghosts
In clouds of dust, to prove
Their chaos is worth more than ours
Viva il caro
My princes of industry
Don't wipe up the floors
With the rags of the free
If you're building to sky
Be willing to die
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the Russian Provocative Cue
R. Byers
Your frequency, a wave of light
Breaks the atmosphere
Beneath this moon, outside this room
Carving air in here
And talk is dirt, and I am cheap
Oh darling, eyes like knives
Outside this room, beneath this moon
The wolves are in paradise
For you my sweet
I just can't cut you out
Of my dreams
You're my sweet
Feel the wolves circulate
Roll their eyes like blood
Their frequency, their money teeth
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you sink
To the deep, to the deep
Oh hollow bodies sing
Under the teeth, under the teeth
Gonna make you shout, gonna make you scream
Oh my sweet
I just can't cut you out
Of my dreams
You're my sweet
You're good enough to eat
I could eat
Oh my sweet
I just can't cut you out
Of my dreams
You're my sweet
I could eat
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7. |
Tiger in the Lifeboat
03:58
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Tiger in the Lifeboat
R. Byers
Across the aisle
Such vicious teeth
A crooked smile
I'm precious meat
With little else but time, time, time
Across the aisle, you will be mine
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger
Tiger in the lifeboat
A bloodless moon
Just swallows things
Like driftless fools
Who are lost at sea
With little else but time, time, time
Across the aisle, you will be mine
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger
Tiger in the lifeboat
What good is this?
What good is this?
Shed a tear, spill the seas
What good is it?
What good is it?
When you tear into me
Spilling oceans and seas
When you tear into me
Spilling oceans and seas
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger
Tiger in the lifeboat
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the low haunts California
the same people would resort to low haunts, hidden from the public eye, where they heard low singing and saw low dancing, and mayhap joined in it
-Dickens
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