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Empire Of The Afternoon
02:36
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Fear and fire inside my head
Like a disease, rapture spread
I don’t know what to do with the time I have left
Throw myself down a hole in pursuit of feeling?
Empire of the Afternoon
Lazy shaking hands with you.
Came too late for parlor tricks.
Now, I’ll watch you burn your bridge.
Now I’ll watch you make your dreams come true.
Empire of the Afternoon.
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2. |
Supporting Role
03:59
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Fading like a fantasy at the edges of a dream.
Standing to the right, listening to you all night.
I was an oil tanker wreck, up to chipmunk cheeks in debt.
Filling up the sea with salty memories.
And if they forget about me, I guess I can readjust my goal and play a supporting role.
Coming back into yourself, after serving someone else, can feel like a crime to have your own sense of time.
Seven or eight years ago I was on the radio.
A college campaign to scrounge up some change, but I was ashamed.
My forest was in flames.
I hope you forget about me, and know that it never was my goal to play a supporting role.
I hope you forget about me, and know that it never was my goal to play a supporting role.
Coming back into yourself after years of someone else
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3. |
Duckpin
04:13
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“Shaking like a dog”
Don’t care what you thought, you know that it’s not a good song.
Found it on my own, connected by phone, so I couldn’t stay on too long.
Walking like a dope through the old neighborhood.
Never imagining there was something wrong.
I’ve been hanging around, plastic leather jacket on, thinking that my time had come, but what am I doing now?
I’ve been dreaming about a past I never really lived.
Behold the model idiot who figured it all out
Heard a voice from the past.
One of dumb motivation
Said I watched you grow.
Now you’re full grown and vacant
Heard a voice from the future
Her laugh was just like your laugh
Said don’t hold too tight to what you didn’t do in those years
You’ll never get them back.
Now I’m shaking like a dog, (shitting.)
What, have you never heard that song?
We should give it a listen.
I wonder if it still holds up? Put it on in the kitchen.
I wish I never heard that song, but we should listen.
I wonder if it still holds up.
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4. |
King David
03:40
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A surfer settling down in a cemetery town.
Flashback to a feature that you’d written for me.
Your story has a sting, but as children you were king.
You thought yourself a ruler of a brutal monarchy.
King David, atop your fiery mountain.
You glare as your subjects coil in fear.
The teacher, Columbine averted, destroyed you in front of all your peers.
Some summer starry night, your fearless eyes burn bright.
I watched you shoot a rifle, mix the soda with the strong.
You were moving far away, down tracks and alleyways.
My favorite mischief maker, but I could not come along.
King David, at some anarchist concert,
Surrounding the center of your sun.
Your planets, some handsome vice consumers.
A different side of you had won.
My family moved away from our childhood place.
From time to time I wonder if you think of me.
Out on your lonely trail, somewhere beyond the veil.
Maybe there you’re a leader, king David.
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Observatory Song
03:01
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Call my name out loud and dumb, beneath the swinging pendulum.
Surrounded by a swath of locals trying to raise the flag.
On this godless city scene we talk about the Yellow King,
As coyotes pull garbage to the forest for a snack.
“Temple’s burning” smokes a pearly gate.
Learning secrets just a bit too late.
(and with you I celebrate)
Now that dizzy feelings’ known, three years in the thunderdome
I’m so amazed you came along and let me in your life.
Recognize the only drag, we don’t know how much time we have.
Get heart attack, get earth collapse, get swallowed by the light.
Very scary, ordinary life.
Play me that song, makes me feel alright.
Alien, Extraordinary Sound.
I wanna love you while we’re fading out.
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6. |
Lack
03:44
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Eating out of dirty hands.
A pilgrimage to foreign lands.
I’m shotgun on the left.
Can’t drive manual yet.
Plus I’m scared I’d hit a sheep or a man out on these back roads.
Coming near the family home
Moving through a town we don’t know, and
You don’t wanna talk about
The boarded up church, or house,
Or the strange coat of arms hugging hard on the flagpole
I’m a passenger with a pocket knife
Hold a pillow close, just out of my sight.
You say “let’s waste some time”
Running out of things to say, we come across a bad parade.
You spot it from afar.
Say “get back in the car.”
I’m sick, a couple burgundy bricks come touch our temples.
Drop an hour in the dark.
Wish I could say where we are, but lights they have gone down.
Plastic bag wrapped around (me)
And I’m breathing out the miserable feelings through a pinhole.
Been a passenger for most of my life.
Like I’m eating crow, like I’m frog in throat.
You’ll see in due time.
Drop me in the river I’m alright.
Baptize me against the moonlight
Drop me in the river I’m alright
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7. |
Garland Green
04:50
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Garland Greene at the Hollywood Casino on the Mezzanine
What is stuck inside your mind?
Are you staring at some old prop?
A sunken ship from some expensive film.
Thinking, one day I’ll be there, cataloged, distilled, to be viewed.
I dressed up your melody, made it Victorian.
Sung the song in daydream at the auditorium.
Asking “would you leave that boy’s club clouding up your mind?
I hope you will. I expect better. Those thoughts can kill, it’s true” (CJ Harvey, 2018)
I stripped down your script and dressed up something I could sell.
Sung your song in 115, got them under my spell.
Man, I’m gonna be a legend. Making monsters that you’d like up on the screen.
Hand over my fist, I am grasping for more.
And at the Hollywood Casino, I lost my shirt.
At the Hollywood Casino, At The Hollywood….
And at the Hollywood Casino, I lost my shirt.
I lost my shit, I lost it
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8. |
Rural World
03:41
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My uncle he sees fear coming down the mountain
Sanctified and weird a crawling cloud
The worlds been led astray smoke pouring from a papal grave
Locked his whole world away to block out the sounds
So I thought I’d spend some time living in the country
Trying to do my part in someone else’s house
Slept hard on the flight
And at some trad sesh open mic
We saw we had the stain
And so did everybody else
Your rural world is fascinating
Open up your door
And I’ll do my best to play the part
We all like to think our lives are holy and unspoken for
But everyone’s got something in their heart
but your grandmother and mine led some very different lives
may our parents be released, respond and move ahead
before she took off and ran, killed an animal with her bare hands
while yours watched English tanks roll over her flowerbed
this rural world’s imaginary
open up your door
Though it takes a lot to play the part
We all like to think our lives are holy and unspoken for
But everyone’s got darkness in their heart
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9. |
Sligo Underwater
04:07
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Driving, dreaming of Sligo underwater.
Knocknarea tidal wave, lick the boardwalk clean.
Sweep Audis from the scene and wash away.
Dizzy on the beach, I brought you a bad relation.
Coquetting on your wedding. Sowing the seeds of hesitation.
I saw my future face in your sunglasses
Atop douglas fir, holding a rollercoaster,
And your old man was shaking hospital shakes,
nearly bursting from the power.
Call me a sunflower coward if you want.
Call me a sunflower coward if you want.
An idea could stretch me across a violent ocean.
It’s wilted, you killed it.
Strangling the flowers of devotion.
I saw my future face in a close-up mirror.
Man, it’s gonna fall off that beat up drywall.
And I swear I’m shaking hospital shakes, might not last another hour.
Call me a sunflower coward if you want.
Call me a sunflower coward if you want…etc.
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10. |
Deeper Magic
02:58
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dream journal 100 days
and wake up to a passion play your grandmother had seen outside her room
I don’t know how long this will last
A bullet train before a crash, I don’t mean to imply I’ll be there soon.
Would you listen to the speaker?
Motivation to make the magic deeper.
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11. |
Bitter Drain
03:03
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you were circling a bitter drain
another year without a holiday
your teeth were moving inside your mouth like a warning
see the future with a bitter taste
what’s a year with so much time to waste?
another fantasy about your face
hope you don’t break down if it don’t work out
is it too much baby too much to talk about
when we’re still young and hopeful
write it on the wall
ill read it all
is it too much baby too much to talk about
that when the day is over
the symbol on the wall
is painted over
ah ill paint over it all
could you imagine me in thirty years
rummaging through all my bad ideas
watching the things we held on to like papers blown away
when i’m fading would you play me out
something stupid we would joke about
i wouldn’t want you getting serious when you’re mourning
is it too much baby too much to talk about
when we’re still young and healthy
the writing’s on the wall
so read it all
is it too much baby too much to talk about
that when your life is over
the symbol on the wall
is painted over all
they paint over us all
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