1. |
Tiger Tiger
02:04
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Tell me
You understand
Drink some
Fall back again
You ignore
And barter for more
Can’t buy
Affection
Paid back
If you let me be
You wait for
A chance
to set your trap
So…
I…
Break
From this place
And I don’t care
It’s unfair.
Forgive
And forget
Is not a part
Of my debt
MY DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBT
Surround
With pressure
Close up
Back down
You convince
That you’re the victim
Surround
With pressure
Close up
Back down
You convince
That you’re the victim here
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2. |
Miss England Ms Wurl
03:10
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I know you’re a woman
But I remember a girl
Tell me, Miss England,
Do I call you Ms. Wurl?
I know you’re a woman
But I remember a girl
Tell me, Miss England,
Do I call you Ms. Wurl?
My vision fades,
I say goodnight.
Don’t remember when
I felt alright.
Remember when I said
I felt alive?
I’ll tell you now,
That was a lie.
Saddened watching all
The numbers grow.
In the hardest year
We’ve ever known.
Should I calm down now?
I know you’re a woman,
But I remember a girl.
Tell me, Miss England,
Do I call you Ms. Wurl?
I know you’re a woman,
But I remember a girl.
Tell me, Miss England,
Do I call you Ms. Wurl?
My thought escapes
From the moment
I’m far away
From all of this.
All of my heroes
Crossed the line;
They were gunned down
In the midnight.
Both had taught me to see
The world the way
It had ought to be--
Well they’re both dead now.
I know you’re a woman,
But I remember a girl.
Tell me, Miss England,
Do I call you Ms. Wurl?
I know you’re a woman,
But I remember a girl.
Tell me, Miss England,
Do I call you Ms. Wurl?
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3. |
Dream
03:43
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When I was younger
I had a dream
I was Icarus flying away.
The sun melts my wings
Suddenly I’m falling,
And I am jolted awake.
Well as a boy I had dreamt...
I was carried away
In the arms of a father.
But, he didn’t stay
All’s well and done.
I wasn’t much of son.
Beloved my Michael
I saw you frown.
I had a dream
Where you started to drown.
In the River Raisin
Which runs through the town:
Where you live,
We were born,
And ran around
I write a message
I won’t send, he won’t read.
Why can’t I let go of anything?
If memory serves I deserve nothing
Yet I’m the first to receive.
When our mother got sick
I had wept.
I had a dream I was lost out in space--
I got older that day.
Well she survived,
But it’s too far of a drive.
I was beat at the hands of a drunk.
I still want to scream
When I dream of those days.
When I dream of the pain.
I know it’s not right,
But I’m too weak to fight.
Beloved my Michael
I saw you frown.
I had a dream
Where you started to drown.
In the River Raisin
Which runs through the town:
Where you live,
We were born,
And ran around.
Beloved my Michael
I saw you frown.
I had a dream
Where you started to drown.
In the River Raisin
Which runs through the town:
Where you live,
We were born,
And ran around.
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4. |
Ringmaster
01:14
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Look now how it dissipates
Like snowflakes in the sea, dear friend
All sorts of memories fade
Will I know your face when I meet the end?
Behold how their blown away
Like Ann Arbor trees in the autumn wind.
What dearth of thought remains?
In time returns to dust old friend.
Don’t I know someone named Gantzos?
Don’t I know someone with that name
Well your brother died
Or your father died
Or your grandpa died
I don’t know
I read it in
the paper when
I went down
To Monroe
I understand nothing gold can stay
I was hoping you might break the trend
I’m terrified that I’ll forget someday
I can’t tell you any of that in person
So now I write it down
While you’re away and I can think
I used to find it funny, how
my hands don’t move, but my stomach sinks
Don’t I know someone named Gantzos?
Don’t I know someone with that name
Well your brother died
Or your father died
Or your grandpa died
I don’t know
I read it in
the paper when
I went down
To Monroe
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6. |
Harshmellow Fluff
01:52
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Make fate my star,
And let it shine from here.
Is this to be my St. Helena?
Have I even done enough?
Will no one call the bluff…
The word of Daniel
Written on my brother’s wall
Calls from the cave
Come forward Lazarus. Crawl.
It will never be enough.
Be my light as life gets tough
Which of us is Joan of Arc?
The warrior or the scared girl in the field.
The one to whom men fell.
The child–raped and killed.
Fall deaf to me:
The Temple Mount, Dome of the Rock
If God’s not dead, perhaps he just forgot?
Those of us he left as flock.
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7. |
bb
04:09
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On the corner of Oakridge
Where my old friends hangout.
‘Til Tyler died…
None of us talk now
Timmy went to the funeral
Said Jordan was there.
Well I haven’t seen him,
Since he cut his long hair
I sat in the water
I sucked in the air
I tried to drown
But I didn’t die there
I sat in the water
I breathed in the air
I tried to drown
But I couldn’t die there
They said…
You’ll call me God,
And I will rule
With an ironfist.
You’ll pass it off
As my compassion
You’ll call me God,
And I will rule
With an ironfist.
You’ll pass it off
As my compassion
And when we were starving
You said figure it out
Well I rose above it
Hey, look at me now
And when I tried drowning
Like Virginia Wolfe
The stones pulled me down.
In death I arose.
It’s not your sisters crying.
It’s my brothers dead.
Well look at yourself
I sat in the water
I sucked in the air
I tried to drown
But I didn’t die there
I sat in the water
I breathed in the air
I tried to drown
But I couldn’t die there
They said…
You’ll call me God,
And I will rule
With an ironfist.
You’ll pass it off
As my compassion
You’ll call me God,
And I will rule
With an ironfist.
You’ll pass it off
As my compassion
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