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Flux
03:27
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Flux
I lick the future’s lips
Crescent moon on the rise
Little bird singing in my fist
I’m a man, I’m a woman
I’m a liminal mother of love
I was changed
By a cold mistake
I never want to be changed back
It’s all flux
Don’t know yourself too much
Your eyes beneath the lake
My little bird is spilling her guts
Long-dead limbs start to shake
I’m a man, I’m a woman
I’m a forest of falling love
I was saved
By your cruel mistake
Now let me save you right back
It’s all flux
Don’t know yourself too much
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2. |
Bug In Amber
04:07
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Bug In Amber
The ink beneath my skin
Wet tea leaves in the morning
Every moment where you hide
They come to me like lightning
Like Berlin in the spring
It was ghostly to be alive
It drums hard within me
Slamming doors beneath the sea
Are your arms still open wide?
I forget so easy
The smell of Mexico City
And the light that burned our eyes
How does it feel to breathe
With no pain?
To wash your body clean
In a slow rain?
To snooze on fire and dream
You’ll be born again
A bug in the amber
Our fossils lost in the flood
But I guess we did some good
Let me see those trembling eyes
Every spit and every spark
Saigon in the boiling dark
It was ghostly to be alive
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3. |
Bloodline
03:27
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Bloodline
Standing there
Pavement stains
Another chest pressed down
Do you ever change?
Who’s been living on the front foot?
Who’s been living on the front line?
Say hello to your bloodline
You’re living in a dream land
If you don’t see the rot
Sitting there with a fixed hand
On top of all the things you’ve got
It’s not enough to be half-awake
While the poison trickles down
Dripping through your bloodline now
Say hello to your bloodline
Stepping out now
Burst my milky eyes
Get my history down
It’s time we got wise
To every last crime
Every smothered life
Running through this bloodline
Feel every name like a raindrop
Gonna drown this hell
Eyes up and then rip down
Our centuries-old selves
Put your money where your heart burns
Put your rage on the line
Stick a blade in your bloodline
Stick a blade in the bloodline
Standing there
Pavement stains
Another chest pressed down
Will you ever change?
No more living on the sidelines
Here comes the shifting tide
To roll over your bloodline
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4. |
The Great Nowhere
04:45
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The Great Nowhere
In the half-fantasised night-time
The harbour drunk on moonshine
There’s a sound of tragic wind chimes
Where the boats no longer cruise
My father’s voice comes to me
Between the stillness and the mystery
He says, “Don’t hit the brakes until you get free
And don’t get free until you’re tough enough to lose”
Don’t get free until you’re tough enough to lose
One day I’ll just up and leave, Ma
For a land as torn as we are
Eden rots on a shelf in a glass jar
Not far from where Virginia drowned
Maybe there’s no shelter real enough
Maybe the hurricane is one big bluff
But the sky inside sure seems rough
And I shiver as the rains come down
I shiver as the rain comes down
Rain just kept falling
And it fell right through me
So as the curtain drops on Sunday
I sprinkle sermons in the ash tray
Crave a fresh chest that I can smoke away
And I rise from the lonely room
Evening air calls up old romance
You swaying to me in slow dance
I picture young hips between these grey hands
And slip away with the solstice gloom
I slip away with the solstice gloom
For a time the road seemed naked
And the reckless alone could make it
Find your God there, you’d better forsake it
There’s a new faith sweeping town
“Chin up,” says the kid with the smoking gun
As he crosses his heart for the hidden sun
He’s taking aim at a world he wishes undone
But it’s all in another child’s hands now
It all lay in another child’s hands now
Rain just kept falling
And it fell right through me
I burned a match there on the church steps
Knowing I’ve worshipped nothing real yet
Well the ocean’s coming in to collect
Mother nature’s gonna get square
You’re the one regret I hold dear
Now that no one’s bones grind so near
I see the white horse rise to meet me here
And find I’m grateful for the great nowhere
I’m grateful for the great nowhere
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5. |
Limitless
04:18
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Limitless
It strikes me
It strikes you
As limitless
Then moon crush
And sprinkled down
To finish us
So the wind is rushing
Where your ribs unfurled
Your heart is not
The cold revolving world
Still it strikes me
It strikes you
In turn after turn
That we are limitless
Outside me
Outside you
Is limitless
So drum it down
An aching sky
For the spiritless
Saw the glacier grinding
Towards your door
Your lips are not
The salt-speckled shore
Still it strikes me
iIt strikes you
In wave after wave
That we are limitless
Maranasati
We’re weightless
It strikes me
It strikes you
As limitless
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6. |
New Year's Eve
05:16
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New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve, dog-sick
And now the door is swinging wide
Coastal mud
Bring the bones
From the mountainside
All I know
Someone close
And believed in
New Year’s Eve, rhythm rising
Through the clay
To get me free
Crack the ice
Solar winds
Blow this body out to sea
All I know
Someone close
Now I’m leaving
There is no sound that
Breaks my heart
Quite like this
There is no sound that
Breaks my heart like this
Ocean bound
Just give me one push and I’ll be
Ocean bound
Come on, this is me calling your bluff, and I’ll be
Ocean bound
New Year’s Eve, I’m a guest
In every footprint
On the beach
Plunge my hands
In the fire
There’s a light I’d die to reach
All I know is
You are gold
And believed in
Ocean bound
Just give me one push and I’ll be
Ocean bound
Come on, this is me calling your bluff, and I’ll be
Ocean bound
Just reach out
Reach out and give me one push and I’ll be
Ocean bound
So I feel a belonging
That does not belong to any place
I smell the shelter of my own rough-cut singing
And the shivering mountain
Rising, rising over the red
Rooftops of this long-gone town
But I don’t grasp at the gearstick anymore
I don’t swing the pendulum myself
Or try shrink the slow violet creep of the clock
Swelling like some gravity-drunk star
Over the cliffs, over the grey cliffs
The coastline unbottled there like broken ships
We can dig in the wet clay of our time
But the mystery is the most delicious slice
Of our lives, we chase it down, we drink it up,
We bound into that tangled forest of love
With moth wings for eyes
With moth wings for eyes, and we discover
All things all at once, the dirt does not belong
To no one, I see your shadow
Slice the vapour of this night and I am grateful,
I am grateful, I am grateful
The sheer weight of you in my chest as I inhale
I am grateful
We share a glance and then gone, one glance and then gone
And then gone into the starless swing of beyond
And I am not the only one
To wake early to the sound of nothing
And feel drunk on the wonder,
Drunk on the wonder,
Hear a call to answer,
Hear the song split the thunder
And chase that sound through the dawn
My mouth full of the cold
And the coffee-crumbs
And the terrific aching question
Out into the damp of the next day
Into the damp of the next day
With the whisper of the real world
Always catching me wide-awake
As I step out into the other one
And disappear
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7. |
Act of Vengeance
03:24
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Act Of Vengeance
Count your breaths and count yourself
A creature of the uncommonwealth
Your lightning veins shock hell to high heaven
I vaulted every shrine to find
Your unbeaten heart, your drumming mind
You cranked the revolution up a level
Waves of madness blown against us
Swollen suits and dream-dementors
With ice pick eyes we’ll chip away their stone-cold lies
I see the ocean bears resemblance
To your dance, an act of vengeance
One day, baby, you’ll bring down the whole damn cliffside!
We’ve been convalescing loud and proud
Plug your ears but we’re screaming now
That’s a seismic shift that you can feel
Come rage around your books and maps
The change is coming thick and fast
High time a fresh breed took the wheel
The music moves you through dimensions
Dream out loud, it’s an act of vengeance
Can you feel the grip around your spirit weaken?
The galaxies in you are endless
Your lust for life, an act of vengeance
Set yourself alight, you might be someone else’s beacon
Man alive!
So I strap my boots on, pound the earth
Go looking for that primal thirst
The spark that lit the fuse on every story
There’s Bessie belting out the truth
A Bronte spilling ink as proof
That every vision is some act of glory
I got sucked into plug hole eyes
Cradled love in the psych-ward light
On the edge you can really see the future rise
There goes hatred passing sentence
Loving yourself’s an act of vengeance
Wake up to who you are, you got them mesmerised!
Man alive!
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8. |
In Daylight
03:55
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In Daylight
Yes I’m getting better, babe
Though each breath still tastes of clay
And I miss the ocean rain
I’m dreaming up some bleak horizon
Where the sun is also rising
And the earth’s a mess of caved-in veins
I’ll own up to each and every song
That stained your teeth
Opened wide with morning yawn
The universe’ll gulp us down so easy
Electro-shock the batshit globe
Before we go, you know you always mystified me
And you just press your head to mine
In daylight
A magnet to a box of bones
Call the mower to our home
Future’s getting kind of real
You said, “Don’t drink the suffering
Of a world you won’t be in,
I like you drunk on things we both still feel”
I’ll own up to each and every spark
That singed your sleep
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9. |
Some Miracle
04:10
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Some Miracle
The linden tree again in bloom
We see it from our dusty room
And flick through all the times we noticed spring
The powdered earth is part of you
The weathered bark, the morning dew
I wish I was made up of those natural things
But see me in times of crisis, dear
In the fungal trunk of a rotten year
While you go out looking for new life to bless
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned
If we cannot make some miracle of this mess
All through the draughty afternoon
I await the solace of the moon
And watch you tend your garden with such pride
I cannot help but fantasise
The flowers melt before your eyes
The door to hot destruction is opened wide
When I can face an inward look
I’ll rip some leaves out of your book
And trace the gnarled roots down to my own chest
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned
If we cannot make some miracle of this mess
While most try keep their spirits low
Your vertical illusions grow
I’m just calling to collect my clothes
Before I get back on the road
I’ve hounded you enough, now I must keep moving
Please try erase the words I wrote
The pulsing of my bitter throat
Why must we draw maps back to every bruising?
I’ll think of you on colder days
When the earth tilts to shade your face
And I’ll know that I should not have loved you less
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned
If we cannot make some miracle of this mess
While most try keep their spirits low
Your vertical illusions grow
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10. |
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Half Alive
On my dime a dozen mornings
You can smell the sweet salt rain
And the bitterness that rots beneath the land
It’s a long line of raw deals, honey
In this crooked game
I’m just sorry it was me that
Dealt your hand
One or two white lies
And then God’s honest truth
I was only half alive
Without you
In my dime a dozen daydreams
I am running hard and wild
Where the sky is held up
By the snowy pines
I’m not running for my future
I’m just running for my life
And to fall across that
Golden state line
One or two white lies
And then God’s honest truth
I was only half alive
Without you
On my dime a dozen death bed
I will dream up gentle hands
That tried to wring some goodness
From these bones
If you can’t outrun your history
You don’t stand a goddamn chance
And in my dreams
I’m always running home
Time can tell no lies
And my time’s coming soon
I was only half alive
I was never really alive
I was only half alive
Without you
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11. |
Pass The Time
03:47
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Pass The Time
Pass the time
It’s not that I want to curl up and die
But it goes easy when it kind of flies by
Sometimes this life
Can feel like one long insomniac night
Pass the time
Bit of whisky, a little red wine
World spins soft when I’m out of my mind
Slowing down the sky
See that North Star?
If I swim out that far
I’ll get me a decent head start
Trash the heavens and I’ll break God’s heart
It’d pass the time
Come to your window, see me racing by
In my rush to be the last one alive
First to arrive
At the creature I could’ve been
Counting nothing but my dreams
And I hear your tick-tock heart
And the gears grind in mine
Nothing lasts, so how about that fresh start?
Nobody’s dead, but everybody’s got to die
Pass the time
Set my soul for the horizon line
Leave them dying for more than what I leave behind
When I cross that line
Wormfood or kingdom of the divine
I’ll know it’s been so sublime
Just to pass the time
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