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Exiter
05:18
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Then They Came For You
05:48
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When the watchers came to take you
it was twelve in the afternoon.
And all doors flew closed like gunfire
but our eyes, their spies, looked through.
Oh when the guards are restless
you would have done it too.
Throw them a bone that they'll leave you alone
for the same things
we all knew.
When they first came they took the paupers.
I remember, we showed off our jewels.
On the next day the foriegn beleivers
whose prayers only granted their ruin.
Oh but the watchers are hungry
starved of their need for a kill
and I'm going to hunt for a green feild
while the red light falls on you.
Called out from behind
run, don't walk, it's the frontline
but it's alright
Head up and you'll be
singled out for the next cleanup
but it's alright, it's alright.
When the call came in you're guilty
the sun gave up to the moon
and your trial set a new example
for those thinking they were immune.
Because the law is the law, and then who makes them all
but the gatekeepers, watchers and lords.
And the moods of men are storms yet again, and their fates
tie up your.
Called out from behind
run, don't walk, it's the frontline
but it's alright
Head up and you'll be
singled out for the next cleanup
but it's alright, it's alright.
My freind, I do still hold you
just on the edge of my heart.
You and I in a time long behind us
saw the mortar and bricks from the start.
Oh in the days no one talks of,
you said "well, we're us, and not them"
how could you not know how these patterns all go
when they start out just like they end.
Called out from behind
run, don't walk, it's the frontline
but it's alright
Head up and you'll be
singled out for the next cleanup
but it's alright, I'm, I'm alright.
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Fuge State
04:54
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They've taken the pilot.
They've made her stand on the edge and pray.
They're aiming for cold hits.
Hiding the cause and the costs and they
won't ceasefire.
They won@t ceasefire.
They've drawn up a hit list.
So many acronyms without names.
I've run for the exit,
and no one will ask who is flying the plane
or ceasefire.
They won't ceasefire.
Let me out let me out
Let me out let me out
Let me out let me out
ceasefire.
A nod and a verdict.
It makes me wonder who has a say.
They count and talk backwards.
The whole of the world falls in two 'cause they
won't ceasefire.
They won't ceasefire.
Let me out let me out
Let me out let me out
Let me out let me out
ceasefire.
Where is the pilot?
No one was 'round when they led her away.
They called it a breakdown.
But you know that that's what they always say
if you ceasefire.
If you ceasefire.
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Black Tulip
04:21
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Black Tulip
I only came here for the spaces
in the shatteredness of words
to watch you stumble over silence,
hear you grasp at broken swords.
We only battle what is ours.
We only speak to build more walls.
I miss the sound of all your deamons,
how they drowned out all my own.
And in the end the cold is always
what gives meaning to the heat.
We raise a glass to dissapointment
who won't drink to our release.
I only listen
scared of giving birth to words that grow and seethe
that would breathe life into our gollums
and give breath and reign to grief.
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Lullabies
07:03
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She sang to me, saying "Don't wake your father.
Here's a tale of sea and fear.
Underneath the waves, seaweed and armour
from the brave who failed to beware."
"'Cause the serpent guards bones and lost treasure
from the gaze of curious minds.
It is said, my girl, if you tell of his hoardings,
you'll be frozen still, for sharks to find."
"Oh the horrors of men - your father remembers -
if you think you can, don't speak it here.
For those teeth, like knives, will rise from the water.
Oh they rip and slice loose tongues, my dear."
"I know of a child, too wild, just like you are.
She swam to find his secrets.
And the serpent roared, as she pawed through his riches
saying none was worth his loneliness."
"The storms came then. Blood tides over water,
as he raged and chewed young flesh.
'Don't think you are so different,' the serpent said,
'Ideals all taste like selfishness.'"
"Oh the horrors of men - your father remembers -
if you think you can, don't speak it here.
For those teeth, like knives, will rise from the water.
Oh they rip and slice loose tongues, my dear."
She looked at me, my hollow-faced mother
with eyes that begged I understand.
"Now sleep, my girl. Stay in your room,
lest you feel the bite of your fathers hand."
"Oh the horrors of men - you know he remembers -
if you think you can, don't speak it here.
Those teeth,
Those knives,
come high from the water.
They reach far and wide as all our fears.
Oh they rip and slice loose tongues, my dear."
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Hunger
06:35
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Hunger
At first it was just sometimes,
when she felt alone and cold.
Because the warmth of endless portions
helps the numbness to take hold.
Oh was there always such an aching?
Was there always such a need?
Because the stolen voice of hunger
screams too loud now not to feed.
And the carving up of bread,
soft and sensual as flesh
seems so sure to fill the hole that
the absences all left
but then the hated, dreaded tide of
the fullness and the shame
is enough to make one's tongue and hands
cry out the churned remains.
And I think I've lost you again.
I think I've lost you again.
And as this nothing hauls out
all unsaid words fall
in senseless calls for an end.
There is no final bite to savour
no last supper to mark death.
Just figure eights that turn for ever
until shame robs me of breath.
And through the smell of my rejection
of posession by this beast,
there is the sickened wave of calm
the dawn of my release.
And I think I've lost you again.
I think I've lost you again.
Oh the ache of un-named need
what is it you want from me?
What is left to want from me?
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7. |
First Born Son
05:10
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First Born Son
You told me I sound just like my father.
I asked you not to start up with that tune.
Cos if hurting me is really what you're after
Its just another way I'll disappoint you.
You used to tell me tales of first born sons,
How theyd seek lives of adventure, far away.
And tho I wasn't born dad's boy, or your pale princess,
Ive waited all my life for just this day.
So, mother, I'm gonna take my leave now.
There is nothing left to show you, or to prove.
Im sorry you won't see the things I hunt for.
But life doesn't come to those who will not move.
Chorus:
Oh lord, oh laudanum.
You found a man who sells you bottles and can fill up more and more of them
Oh lord, oh laudanum.
Konck 'em back so you can handle what he's doing to your children.
Oh laudanum.
Lord laudanum.
On my first day out I knew you'd never miss me.
And I slept watching the stars sparkle like tears.
No one tells us not all mothers love thier children.
And the weight of myth keeps us from speaking, far too many years.
And I ride on, underneath a sky so open
That no rules require me to repeat untruths.
When I come to water, I will drink, refreshed, and think of you.
Your broken smile, your need for pity, how your sorrow is no use.
Oh lord, oh laudanum.
Line them up and drink them down
In fact, why dont you just take all of them?
Oh lord, oh laudanum.
I kept your silence and your codes of war
But now Im breaking all of them.
Oh lord, oh laudanum.
Knock it back and take a look at what he's doing to your children.
Lord laudanum.
Lord laudanum.
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Bridge to Tarabitha
03:51
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Bridge to Tarabitha
You smile breathed life
as the storms pulled harder
and their eyes caught fire.
Some day, you write,
you'll soar high and shine,
from their blood hungry wars
to make daughters collide.
The drownings came.
Oh blinds pulled darker
oh smothered remains.
The bones of me
sharpened to knives.
Then they named you a murderess.
Murderess, fly.
The long pale trails in sky
yours and mine
each with her own kiss to the long white cloud
that trails behind.
You have your own bright sunset, and sunrise.
The cold creeps in like stone
if we turn and look behind.
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Shadow
03:31
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Shadow
You are
the breath of my sorrow.
You are
a faint hearted arrow,
the fading of light.
We are
the sum of our heros
yours are
all echoes and shadows
a dawn breaking night.
We are weeds, we are flowers.
Every warning, a prayer.
Which of us isn't I?
I'm afriad, I am high.
We are the same in half.
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Jordan Reyne Karlsruhe, Germany
Known recently as the Resident Evil 7 vocalist (trailer track, "Go Tell Aunt Rhody"), Jordan is described by New Zealand's National Radio as the pioneer of a new sound, Jordan's music is a blend of irish/ celtic rock, steam-era machine noise, and Grimms fairytale-eske lyrics. Imagine PJ Harvey trapped in the workhouses of Industrial Revolution era England, with only Nine Inch Nails for company. ... more
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