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Walkin' Phoenix
05:28
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walkin' Phoenix on eraserheads
calling me, mauling me like a lapdance
fingers burn, raised and turned into sleeping Soviets
romancing the churn
all above board now
sidescrolling offscreen and into black
once gone it never returns
bible-bound in a shifting landscape
(Florence, South Carolina)
but you lay my plans at nines
run the jewels past foreign lines
got a feeling now as though...
we will go through with it this time, Arcadius and I
so come - a sickness guides me too
now, what's in it for you?
I'd never been close to another man
and this might be the reason (as far as I know)
I can't break free of this vaga-bondage
yet, down in East Jesus, we hear the sound of realtors
cursing the heat, loving the heat
by virtue of the facts available to me...
go through with it this time, Arcadius and I
so come - a sickness guides me too
now, what's in it for you?
it is happening again
but a new feeling; god, I know...
we will go through with it this time, Arcadius and I
how come a sickness guides me through all this death
to you?
what's in it for you, now?
say what's in it for you now
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2. |
Toiler
06:14
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I'm in love with the weight of you
loving me is a burden too
be my reflection with matching tattoos
be now something less than you
don't matter how high you ride on top of me
we will both be going down
chasing the tale with hammer and nail
like an echo it comes around
I decay and whenever I'm Abel
keep taking turns for the worse
like gossip, it's the lifeblood of the Baptist Church
when I level with them I level with you
this work I do is the pain of a new world
(the work i do is the flame of a wild burn)
wait until the bridges burn
and the pages go up in smoke
the ash will fall to choke the grass
and shrink the lakes to mud
listen to the wailing crown
as it hangs right above your friends
heaven is so heavy now but we will live again
when singing your hymn - sing it alone
we split but we gain matching tattoos
now lay down your head
and drift a thousand dreams apart
bye bye, Amon
bye bye, Adam
bye bye, Sumer
bye bye, Sabaoth
I can barely tell the distance
the foley's blurred into a whisper
once in the light, twice out of mind
this fiction is so real to me
thread the needle, get it moving
but once I arrive... once I arrive...
bye bye, Autumn
bye bye, Summer
bye bye, Amon
bye bye, Sabaoth
bye bye, Winter
bye bye, Mother
bye bye, Adam
bye bye, Brother
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3. |
Piecekeeper
08:20
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1)
why does it move through you and not me?
soon I will find new ways to need
I travel light, building a collection
gorging until I breathe again
I will have it, at least it's (fine) something to be
let them rip me to shreds
it's fine; I'm made of threads, they are not me
pieces of us lying around
like a bad idea waiting to be picked up
woven way too dense, nothing passes through me now
I fear the sick pounding
"oh, but it's good for you," I see
soon I'll be breathing normality
2)
your time's run out, waiting for the dots to connect
the torn mesh sprays the ground with you
leave it on clothes and doorknobs
thick, dense, opaque, opaque
(the weave of a lifetime)
why does it move through you and not me?
a loom and a weave, no company
not me
3)
saying it never repeats it well
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you teach me, Joaquin, Daniel Day
you teach me, Joaquin, Daniel Day
selling the game again again again again
something's there for me
selling the game
the play the play the play the play always underneath
the craft is what keeps me from boiling over
(silent for noise, soiled for silver silver silver)
you give me nothing but relief
bare Yosemite
but the picture's on the banner
selling the game again again again again
weighing the gain again again again
against the elephant and drink
I've seen the rift;
you're not terribly important to me
bare Yosemite
but the picture's on the banner
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5. |
Impostor
05:27
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so vacant, so weak and hands are tied
I found out the heart in the centre's mine
I fake it, I fake it till I break it
don't you forget
it wasn't really me
I deny
I see the standing waves
cornering my bed
reverberation, masturbation
Corning in my hair
so vacant, so weak and hands are tied
the tape on my walls keeps peeling back
I fake it, I fake it till I break it
this is what we get when we follow you
none of us can ever know about the truth
this is what we get when we live for too long
we waste our lesson here and we are done
won't any of you forget when the jig is finally up in smoke
and mirrors are falling apart at the seams?
my reputation's easily entertained but never pleased
"if you don't feel me or my friend
then we won't last a day"
I see the standing waves
Corning in my head
I've been working so hard
just came home from my job
and I look down into my wallet
god damn it, I've been robbed
where can my money be now?
five weeks I've earned
what can I do now?
I got so many bills to pay
the bills are gonna rob me tomorrow
I need my money today
what can I do now?
with so many, so vacant, so weak
and hands are tied
found out my part in the scheme of life
I fake it, I fake it till I break it
(so weak)
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6. |
Elbow Grease
05:01
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I've bled myself into a trance
I oil my skin, I'm my own man
my hand is red, sometimes it stains
I work myself up into another state
sweet pills, inject me
I will function correctly
I've filled my memory
with bats that found no belfry
I break like tinfoil
protecting all that's been spoiled
if I crush - collect me
your love won't resurrect me
but they will
I've let myself one line too far
my hand is red, I feel so loved
sweet pills, inject me
I will function correctly
I've filled my memory
with bats that found no belfry
I break like tinfoil
protecting all that's been spoiled
if I crush - collect me
your love won't resurrect me
but they will
shrink into your chair again and watch
just watch, don't engage
no use to engage the two shirtless drunks
beating each other into a pulp
toppling over the balcony railing
(repeat until it starts to rhyme)
(repeat and pray to stop in time)
a bloody, screaming tangle of veiny fists and cigarette smoke
we move and we unfurl
the world beneath the world
we move and we unfurl
the world beneath the world
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7. |
Shibboleth
07:11
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know the score
the quick
and more
arrive
the harbour is poisoned
know him by his word and jibe
drowned in the noise
a friend of Bill Wilson's may lay it on thick
but the signs were all there back when you were "with it"
perverting my values I cannot abide
you and I, we're the same and we stay tight
oh what a wonderful day to separate
the reflections from me, the chaff from the wheat
before they go blind they will open their eyes
butter, rye bread, and green cheese
we draw a straight line
to see the sun go under the sea
rot the core
true beauty
Mashallah!
put in a word for your buddy
14 and counting
that water grew muddy with something
the sand settles in and the stones drift apart
a friend of the Guilds may raise the alarm
keep cracking your back with elect two-ball canes
envy's the game and craft begets craft
I can't understand you
go back to your country
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8. |
Pentecost
05:20
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come dip your toes in, taste the everlasting
we won't betray you, this is cannabis of reputable renown
untie your tongue and may our dust let loose your knots
(hey...) we are the Pentecost
so where is that fucker?
in bed with that fucker
make love to the shadow
to null yourself out
so within as beyond
the curse of Babel breaks and now we are one
losing me forever
we too, we too, we too love the poison
you and me, we're one sick puppy
one and the same
out of phase
might I stretch and tire
crossing the zero?
what will remain?
oh god, I'm flesh and fire
pluck it right out of me!
three quarters of an ounce
the spirit I fear
so where is that fucker?
the spirit moves in that fucker
make love to the shadow
to null yourself out
marrow, bone, an offset heart
vanishing
becoming symmetry
vanishing
becoming
so within as beyond
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9. |
Tarrare 52
07:00
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I can feel it swelling within
a steady tide
which is the tool - is it your mouth or my knife?
make it a promise, make it a ring
in my wake I've made my mark on everything mine to take
when I raise my song
that is when we part
you would break a whale's bleeding heart
I'm tired
pushed in, shoved down
cannot hear me
pushed in, shoved down
always feed, never remain
satisfied
make it a promise, make it a ring
make it cry
no way to fill this spiralling vacuum
nothing reflects the songs back at you
no-one hears, no-one hears
nobody will know the sound of my voice
no sounding board to hate or enjoy
but we are here, we are here
find your release in mine
please no-one
you would break a whale's bleeding heart
I'm tired
pushed in, shoved down
cannot hear me
pushed in, shoved down
when I raise my song
please no-one
that is when we part
but here we are
when I raise my song
please no-one
that is when we part
I'm tired
(do I still exist in all this?)
(I'm gonna push it in and numb myself)
the hunger reaches up
the hunger reaches down
the hunger swells within
and grows without
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Godbite Szczecin, Poland
We entertain ourselves by conjuring up ideas way bigger than the feeble bodies that will exercise them. Ill-equipped,
repeatedly losing our rehearsal spaces, members, and wits, we endure instability.
With ourselves as our only weakness, the group is now armed with more movie quotes and dream journals than you could shake a stick at.
Unable to take a hint, Godbite continues writing new music.
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