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New Damage
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When new damage comes
It's a faceless poison
A new world order
It's new damage done
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
(I think this song would be very fitting for novels like "1984" or "Brave New Word"–that is, novels describing worlds gone bad.)
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Cold Bitch
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Yeah
On your breast
I might lay my crowded head
In your light
I might bathe in cold burnt sweat
In your mouth
I might feel the serpent's kiss
In you womb
I might swim in fetal bliss
But in your heart
I'd freeze
(the cold, uncaring, frivolous lover) |
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Let Me Drown
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Slip down the darkness to the mouth
Damn the water burn the wine
I'm going home for the very last time
So throw it away, you don't have to take me
Make no mistakes I'm what you make me
So let it go, let it go, let it go, won't you let it
Drown me in you, drown me in you, drown me in you |
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4th of July
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Pale in the flare light
The scared light cracks & disappears
And leads the scorched ones here
And everywhere no one cares
The fire is spreading
And no one wants to speak about it
Down in the hole
Jesus tries to crack a smile
Beneath another shovel load
Cause I heard it in the wind
And I saw it in the sky
And I thought it was the end
And I thought it was the 4th of July
(fantastical imagery) |
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Never The Machine Forever
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I can't live when it lives
It won't live if I die
Machine has no heart to give
Heart it takes could be mine
...
Presently, I see myself clearer
Why time I visualize
I spy device in the mirror
Checkmate watch machine die
(man overcoming the rise of the machine) |
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Somewhere
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Somewhere in the dreams
That the skies hold
Still the willow weeps
On roses for her bed
In laughs of love |
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Searching With My Good Eye Closed
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Stop you're trying to bruise my mind
I can do it on my own
Stop you're trying to kill my time
It's been my death since I was born
I don't remember half the time
If I'm hiding or I'm lost
But I'm on my way
Is it to the sky
Looking to the sky and down
Searching for a ground
With my good eye closed
(a arduous, confusing journey...but with feelings of progress and triumph) |
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Limo Wreck
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Under the red break of the lights
Heroes in stretches inch to the site
Blowing the pieces, belong to the wind
When the whole thing blows away
I won't pretend
I'll be going down for the rest of the slide
While the rest of you harvest the souls
And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
(a pessimistic account of a situation gone awry...great imagery) |
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An Unkind
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Marching in lines of contradiction
Forgetting the history we make
Loving our hangmen as the
Penultimate joke
We lack the Moses...to look
A saint in the eye
(the hypocritical, irrationality of the general masses) |
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Like Suicide
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Bit down on the bullet now
I had a taste so sour
I had to think of something sweet
Love's like suicide
Safe outside my gilded cage
With an ounce of pain
I wield a ton of rage
Just like suicide |
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Burden In My Hand
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Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
Cause fear is strong and love's for everyone
Who isn't me
So kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost |
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Fell on Black Days (demo)
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White lemon days
Blue colored lines on your face
Devil in your best
Settling like death to the pain
Now loosening your grip
Feel the wheel slip from your hands
Walking the devil's dog
And carrying his groceries
I fell on black days
Fell on black days
How would I know that this would be my fate
White lemon days
("white lemon days" is such a powerful phrase, evoking feelings of confusion, distaste, and irony) |
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Superunknown
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If this doesn't make you free
It doesn't mean you're tied
If this doesn't take you down
It doesn't mean you're high
If this doesn't make you smile
You don't have to cry
If this isn't making sense
It doesn't make it lies
(that things are vague, indistinct...and that reduction to simple terms sometimes sacrifices the truth) |
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Applebite
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No one can save
The pure or the brave
No one can save them at all
Grow and decay
Grow and decay
It's only forever
(a state of general and widespread decay; these lyrics are greatly enhanced by the accompanying psychedelic music) |
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Mailman
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Hello don't you know me
I'm the dirt beneath your feet
The most important fool you forgot to see
I've seen how
ned to spit in my face
For all that reminds me which is my place
For all of the times when you made me disappear
This time I'm sure you will know that I'm here
I know I'm headed for the bottom
But I'm riding you all the way
My place was beneath you but now I'm above
And now I send you a message of love
A simple reminder of what you won't see
A future so holy without me
I know I'm headed for the bottom
But I'm riding you all the way
(transformation of pent-up rage into nihilism and destruction) |
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Beyond the Wheel
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Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
There is a churning storm
Of hailing burning bones
Tiny baby cries
Little, tiny pawn
In the profit gain
Tiny baby grows
Mother, who's your man
Is he doing what he can
To make a proper home, home
By overturning other stones, stones
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys
Shows them how to kill
To save his precious stones, stones
Far beyond the wheel
It steers your life around
We're driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground
Far beyond the wheel
It steers your life around
We're driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground
(a very disturbed state of events...seems to describe a savage world which pits person against person...but this world seems to be controlled by evil forces unaware by its inhabitants) |
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Tighter & Tighter
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Shadow face
Blowing smoke and talking wind
Lost my grip
Fell too far to start again
A sudden snake
Found my shape and tells the world
Remember this
Remember everything is just black
Or burning sun
And I hope it's a sweet ride
Sleep tight for me
Sleep tight for me I'm gone
Warm and sweet
Swinging from a windows ledge
Tight and deep
One last sin before I'm dead
A sucking holy wind
Will take me from this bed tonight
And bloody wits
Another hits me and I have to say goodbye
And I hope it's a sweet ride
Here for me tonight
Cause I feel I'm going
Feel I'm slowing down
(time is running out...a climax is approaching...the narrator has a mixture of anxiety, pessimism, and hope) |
