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Revelations
05:28
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Damn these constellations, and the things we had to kill
to sink our teeth into your fabricated prison cell
Damn these constellations, our hearts' stronger than your will
and yet we are the characters appeased by booze and pills
I wouldn't dare you to take a breath underwater
Or throw you off a cliff without any wings
and while you are burning your children
we all feel the flames singing oh so beautiful things
simple leaves from enigmatic trees
hits the ground with monstrous force and speed
the taste of dirt and blood is not as sweet
in limbo the simple leaves retreat
I'll cast these revelations and feel lucky that I'm here
to tear your protocol apart and make it disappear
I'll cast these revelations and feel lucky that I'm here
to drown my self-imposed incompetence in piss and tears
so quit distorting our names and prosecuting strength
as long your words are flawed we'll favor bruises over shame
and we won't budge
'cause these son-of-a-bitches were never to blame for the fact that
forgiveness is the reason we're apart
the people in this story are the gears in your machine
you feed them with a paycheck and erotic magazines
if you wanna die, go do it alone
inside the little headroom of hearts that we found in the dunes of the dream that we shared
not too long ago
take the time to breathe start over again
accost the aberration of kerosene tongues in the mouths of the kings that we trust
to set our wings ablaze
These stories are of those who are too frail to believe that
make-believe is the lack of response in a bitter heart
Birds and aeroplanes are common things that make us look beyond the taste of bad champagne
graves and sewage drains, a hiding place for boys and girls who died in giving everything
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Josie's Footprint
03:34
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Josie: “I wanna be like you
and climb the stones to your charade
and wed the principles of fortune like you did too”
She'd dance around the moon and let the darkness bathe in her eyes
until the sun will kick in and distress will begin to hurt her fathers alibis
No lullabies or a kiss goodnight or muscular faux pas'
just a willful separation in the corner of her heart
where the sparrows had to turn
cause her mind was closing in
on the things she can't forgive and don't deserve
like when daddy was to busy to redound
and mommy didn't care to stick around
Josie is screaming
but no one is listening
mommy is hanging
by the neck from the ceiling
Tea will turn to coffee and sperm will turn to magic
Stolen parts of nightmares showing tongues made out of plastic
Affection was a burden, mistaken for neglect
as Josie found Celeste to be her fathers favorite
Splintered values in mirrored daughters
as Smith seduced a copied beggar
No more saviors or parent figures
when Josie's father fucks his daughter
She caught them both
in the office on the surface of the table dressed as s-s-sinners
A painful disproportionate choice to not rejoice before the damage comes the bitter end
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Tommy is Dead
05:20
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An airy heart of disdain
would consider beauty a sin
yet righteous men can't sustain
this kind of punch to the face
whoa ooh o oh, they could eat your heart whole,
but choke upon the strength and balance your wife created
whoa ooh o oh, they would smother your soul
but your kids have your spinal cord protected
Tommy: ”I polished my nails and scratched until I bled
and found the pain unbearable, and sweet as life itself”
Leslie: ”Our lives are swollen and bruised by the fact
that our dreams were unsubstantial and corroded by ripened attacks”
requested autopsy papers reveals the office showdown
and a man on his knees
their desperate faces resembles the fall of the man
who kept their spirit afloat on the sea
the gun goes round and round
until his vocal chords produce one final plea:
“Oh, dear Leslie, please just let them go!”
“How did your fantasies and dreams all become you?”
“Oh, dear Leslie, please just let them go!”
“When your son is dead will God then be angry?”
“Oh, dear Leslie, please just let them go!”
“When your daughter is dead will my sins be forgiven?”
“Oh, dear Leslie, please just let them go!”
“When your wife is dead the angels will scream:
Tommy is dead.”
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Tommy The Warden Aarhus, Denmark
A post-hardcore trio from Aarhus, Denmark who sounds like your iPod going crazy!
Several years
ago, rehearsing in a garage, they figured writing their own music was way more awesome than playing other peoples stuff. They soon discovered that progressive songstructures suited the band well, and incorporating several styles of music was how every band member had their say.
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