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Last date by the lake
The ache meets a break
We see the flowers start to abate
Winds of change rush in while we await
Them
Taking two steps while you're taking one
Wind whips my back when the talking's done
Hunger rains lush on a red leaf
Clasped hands touch on your dead belief
Cramped caskets and round tables
Two bodies lend bountiful grief
Taking two steps while you're taking one
Wind whips my back when the talking's done
As the dying season passed
He knew the next life wouldn't last
She has a heart shape of an ass
Forever within reach but unable to grasp
Taking two steps while you're taking one
Wind whips my back when the talking's done
Barstools in the smoke
Where we drink to lost hope
To loves lost in whiskey glasses
To doves hanging under overpasses
Taking two steps while you're taking one
Wind whips my back when the talking's done
I've seen demon fools
They do mean to do evil
But they see through you
Ease you through seeing the true you
Who can do nothing better than setting a timer
Set an alarm, set the conscripts on victims
Set to disarm all the peasants to cause no harm
Wake up whence you sleep, men
You've awoken to the deep end
Up the hill you go till you find what you're seeking
Nothing comes for days
No
Nothing comes for years
What a fool, open the casket
Might as well step in already
Don't mask it; you're done
You barely started steady but it's been fun
You've outlasted your usage, you're used up, you're one nuisance
You've no offers of tutelage, you're unreachable and undone
With no future to speak of, I'd teach you but I must run
Just step lightly into death's sweet hug and leave behind the sun
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Utilbørlig
03:23
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The snow's drying up
Crisscrossed footsteps outside the bookshop
Coalesce to form a teardrop
Yet the quiet's still here
A season of rubbing hands
And kids in red and white striped bands
The coffee shop plays smooth Jazz
While we breathe in the mist
Where we're all the same in the haze
Covered white and locked away for days
We're harvesting fire
We're breathing fire
I shoot one out
In the backseat of a cab
The warmth of the hands
Split seams in drag
Live the other bout
The lines of a scab
Warmth of the sheet
Drip streams on rags
Where we're all the same in the haze
Covered white and locked away for days
We're harvesting fire
We're breathing fire
Maybe this is what it sounds like lost
Living in the silence of the afterthought
Not a breath, a touch or a drop
Stain the blank canvas atop the car lots
Where we're all the same in the haze
Covered white and locked away for days
We're harvesting fire
We're breathing fire
Hey, you're the clink of my drink
In the lights of the night
You caught me on the brink of a connecting flight
Windows frame our shadows for the falling white
Where we're all the same in the haze
Covered white and locked away for days
We're harvesting fire
We're breathing fire
Breathe the mist out
(See fire cast out)
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part 3\song 3 (duology)
03:24
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The rotten woods of John's Diner
(Weep we're noone)
We're randy dudes from the rapture
(Burn with the sun)
Part 3
Song 3
'Bark!' cried the Wolf
As he chewed on my ass
Dark was the night
We dogged in the park
With winos so slow and friends so fickle
We unbuckle and creep on toes so nimble
Fumble my belt and kick the shoes
Huff and thrust on while you peruse
Snuff (Breath)
On my views (Chest)
Sough (Wretch)
At your best (And you're stressed)
You've got nothing to lose
But your keys and your vest
The rotten woods of John's Diner
(Weep we're noone)
We're randy dudes from the rapture
(Burn with the sun)
Part 3
Song 3
'Ouch,' cried the Man
As he rubbed at the pulse
Black was his heart
He began to convulse
Loose living in skin that's thinning
Bayed breaths in rooms that keep on spinning
The belt won't fit over these bones
Wash despaired sound through soaked tones
Dude on his knees (Dead in his bed)
Bled in the breeze (Swayed on the seas)
I've got nothing to lose
But my life
(At my best)
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Slave Beaver Revolt Melbourne, Australia
Odd music for odd folks from odder folks.
Banjohmin:
Vocals/Music
BTWK:
Vocals/Music
John:
Vocals/Music
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