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Concussed in Brussels
10:06
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There’s no fields to run to in your home.
There’s misery that loves you in your home.
In your home, in your home, in your home,
good god in your home.
There’s no reason, there’s no reason,
there’s no reason to love me,
there’s no reason to care,
invite me in.
Run run run run run run run away.
When I left you this morning,
I didn’t let you know I went right on home.
I am free out here.
What I could not give to you,
take it from me, take take take it from me.
All that I could not give to you.
Let it rain right on me, give it to me.
Let it rain on me, I can take away all your pain.
Let it rain blue skies, right on me.
You can drop your bombs, we’ll still sing our songs for you.
I demand tomorrow cause I’ve given up today.
I demand tomorrow cause I’ve given up today.
I can taste the dust out on the roads where I am free.
It took me such a long time to finally realize we all end up alone.
So when I left you this morning, I didn’t let you know,
I went right on home.
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Yeah.
Feast on bodies nothing else to do,
mutation decontrolled, radiate abuse.
Sent signal direct I can’t quite connect,
lost in transmutation on you.
Feel crowded in, growing up and out,
going back I ain’t learned nothing, just starving for some truth.
Disarm destruction city burning on the news,
flash back, ain’t nothing better, hey baby evolve with me.
Go!
Evolve with me!
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3. |
Jim Jones, Jr.
05:15
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What do you call your god?
Can you press it to your veins?
Are they still the one to blame
when you’re loaded up on faith?
Once born to give up,
grown so far now so gone.
How numb these eyes,
feel has crept and taken sight.
Hands are opened up, splayed my heart upon the sun.
Forgive me for all the damage done.
They never left me alone,
they never left me alone.
What do you call your god?
Can you press it to your veins?
Are they still the one to blame
when you’re loaded up on faith?
Carried on shoulders now,
oh how I wish the sun was warm,
can you tell that I was torn
from the place where I was born?
If I could just feel your god,
then I could believe in such a thing
as heaven.
I’ve never felt as free,
high above you.
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4. |
Cigarettes in Baghdad
06:12
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I never wanna live without you, but I do anyway
cold fear, listless from the sky, smoke rising up up and away.
Black billows over each grain of sand, counting eternal time,
light up to burn the past, an erasure of all things that pass us bye.
One day, we won’t care, maybe we won’t mind.
This song to sing on the way we choose to find out how to die.
Old spells and houses overfilled, heavy weight pressing to unwind,
two puffs to settle into love, one kiss to watch it float on dreams.
Caught the colors of the fading sun, morning swings this way soon.
Lonesome melodies escape from breath and I woke up with the end.
Coming back and giving in, collapsed in thought, the sun so warm.
Today’s the day I’ll make amends, my light it rises in you.
If you were born in as much filth as I, then you have the strength to love.
Followed in to the end of all ends, this never had to be.
This never had to be.
In the ruins of birth both rivers run dry.
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5. |
American Spirit Bomb
04:49
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I work all day,
I deserve my drugs.
Fuck the kids they’ll be fine on their own.
I shut my door,
the kids they scream,
I’ll give them the backhand gonna teach them who to be.
A vicious circle.
You gotta teach ‘em when they’re young,
you know you gotta teach ‘em when they’re young.
Do I have to teach you again?
Am I gonna have to teach you again?
Shut up.
Shut the fuck up.
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6. |
Riot Insurance
01:51
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I ain’t a god fearing man,
Slave code swinging ‘round the country.
Locofoco, it is the act which crowns the thought.
Beat on the poor.
Wire pullers omit the items.
Fiat command and conquer,
Take your vitamins and lobby for your lives.
Beat on the poor.
And the people will buy,
or the people will die.
Universal lot, to wander, to be forgot.
To be forgot.
Beat on the poor.
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Israeli Murder Planes Anderson, Indiana
aka The Band Formerly Known as: Israeli Murder Planes
aka Dick Splinter
aka Meth Party
aka Apollo 9/11
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