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Neverkind
03:20
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Caught in the apple’s eye
A feat to admire
My place in here undermined
I don’t mind
Child, I don’t mind
You wanna terminate Neverkind
Indict their minds
Though the race to the party line
Is a dash over Neverlaid mines
But how dare you balk
How dare you lie
How dare you not care to read my mind
Erode in the wind
Crucify the divine
Uproot defences, we’ll soon unify
Caught in a memo file,
Data archived
Shuffled around from time to time
’Til we land in the Nevermade pile
Could you play that alluring line
Cost me the time
To eat the whites out of your eyes
I don’t mind
Child, I don’t mind
Uproot the fences, we’ll soon unify
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Irvine, you’re feeling fine
But you still want segregation
Irvine, you are killing time
In a crime investigation
Irvine, you are hypnotised
By the wanton mutilation
Irvine, you've been borderline
For a long, long fucking time
Irvine, you are one of a kind
A deleter of elation
Irvine, you came on time
But the train had left the station
And now you are paralysed
With the touch of consternation
Irvine you are on the line
And you teeter all the time
Now you can get laid if you want to
You can even get paid if you want to
But when you tell me that you have to
I wanna fucking smash you*
And you can get sane if you want to
Never let it get the better of you
When it gets the better of you
What's the other gonna do?
Irvine, dry your eyes
And use your imagination
In time will you realise
That your elders are courageous
Alright, I know their spine
Can't avoid disintegration
But they're survived by you and I
And they feel it all the time
They get high off of you and I
And they feel it all the time
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3. |
Cosmic Clout
03:43
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Hey super sleuth
Heard you told the tide you needed proof
She is angry today
You can't clone this place
Yet, so quit erasing every little trace
Don't get carried away
My teeth are grit
Still there ain't no getting over it
Time to move it along
We've got cosmic clout
But we're spread too thin to let it out
Gather in, viral tide
Gather in, spiral wide
I don't own this face
No, I came upon it in outer space
Stretch it on, ’til it's stuck
A morale defect
Drinking wine and smoking cigarettes
When I’m down on your luck
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4. |
Song 4
03:25
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5. |
Brother Wolf
04:30
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I ran into you accidentally
You were cold, half flung overboard and knee-deep in mystery
Breaking dawn, longest plank in the hemisphere
Looking to break through unopened doors, you thought you were finished here
But if you jump, well, my, my… you’d better fly
I don’t want that kind of goodbye
If this life is a prizefight
And you wanna go down
Down in the opening round, well
I call that taking a dive
Still, I can’t deny or override the fever your cries incite
Come round here tonight, look into my eyes, I swear it’ll be alright
Brother wolf
You seem awful ornery
Wailing stone, cut to the bone, manhandled by deities.
Can you feel?
They’re practicing puppetry;
Practicing new manoeuvres on you and me.
But if we jump, well, my, my… we’d better fly
It ain’t that kind of goodbye
If this life is a prizefight
And you wanna go down
Down in the opening round, well
I call that taking a dive
Still, who could deny or override the fever your cries incite?
Come round here tonight, look into my eyes, I swear it’ll be alright
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6. |
Running Out Of Red Paint
04:49
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You can’t lurk in dungeons no more
You’re bleeding out of the walls, like,
Every night
Embroiled in pulse and potions
And peddlers sewing up holes
Do they make it alright?
Am I supposed to sit here
And smile like I’m having a ball
While you juggle this scene?
While all the while your eyes are
Screaming out ‘my days are numbered’
And I know what they mean
Now I wanna go home, darlin’
Yeah I just wanna go home, darlin’
Don’t you wanna go home, darlin’?
Well there ain’t nowhere to go, darling
I’m running out of red paint
I’m thinking of throwing it all in
And running out of town
At least I know, all things considered, that I
Don’t have far to go
If I wanna get down
Darnielle sang ‘what do I do’
And I’ve got to admit I don’t know
Now the role’s reversed
I might walk the world without you
But there ain’t nowhere to go
Not to feel so cursed
Now I wanna go home, darlin’
Yeah I just wanna go home, darlin’
Don’t you wanna go home, darlin’?
Well there ain’t nowhere to go, darling
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7. |
Nadgy Catches Shiraz
03:00
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And I know you don’t
Like being tricked
And I want you to know
I don’t like doing it
If I can even save only one of your lives
Would a lie be justified?
I dig it when you take on all the bumps in the night
But you ain’t right; come inside
Come inside
We’ll get you right
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8. |
Standing For Your Words
06:05
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The lemonade’s too watery
I thought I cut up enough to make it sting
A sucker punch to your moral code
Won’t make you re-evaluate everything
Or anything
I ain’t so cold
I ain’t so backward
That I couldn’t stand to see you standing for your words
I might be hard
And I might be brazen
But I understand when you are standing for your words
An electrical super being
A perfect replica of thought
At its heart, still a crude machine
In optical, the neurons fire
But can it satiate your nerves
Can it quell all of your desire
I ain’t so cold
I ain’t so backward
That I couldn’t stand to see you standing for your words
I might be hard
And I might be brazen
But I understand when you are standing for your words
Do you want to belong to the fight inside you
Do you want to belong to your every tear
Do you want to belong to the hole your time tears
I just want you to want to belong right here
Do you want to belong to the fight inside you
Do you want to belong to your every tear
Do you want to belong to the rhythm of your writhing
I just want you to want to belong right here
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9. |
City Road
04:22
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At the end of City Road is a garden
On the banks of a river running upside down
You can hear when the apples fall; they are rotten
But the town ain't stopping til they're underground
The smoke all truly stacks the horizon
And it ain’t surprising that the folk all frown
But your bureaucratic pals, they are starving
They will eat you for dinner if you don’t calm down.
And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst.
Fickle industry has bred many orphans
A might-wielding portion of a psychic lapse
And they know but they aren’t aware, they’re effacing
The imagination that the culture saps
And the orphans breed again, in rebellion
The first generation of the overload
If you want to feel the winds of abandon
Take a walk to the garden at the end of City Road
And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst.
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