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Baphomet
03:06
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at the cheapest bar you know
with the sign says not yet closed
ply me with your drinks
and alcoholic needs
we pour ourselves out slow like
water from the well
the horse is the white of the eyes
and the darkness found within
got a tattooed baphomet
speak your backwards alphabet
act out your panic attack over the phone
over the phone you said
pull the knife from my back
and carry me home
i couldn't make you change
shame just made us sick
guilt roots in your dreams
we'd disappear in it
when you hung up on me, i knew
that that was it
when you break a bended knee
it's a dangerous situation
i wrote you back that fall
heard nothing two years on
get your revenge on me when we're old
when we're old i'll say
pull the knife from my back and
carry me home
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2. |
Blinded
03:02
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there's a tree with rotting fruit
underneath it me and you
will open our mouths
close our eyes
let the poison teach us right
skin it sags
hair grows long
and i can't see the sun from where i'm standing
there's a shattered crystal ball
and some faded tarot cards
and the anxious signal flashing from your parent's mini bar
well, the future is a dream wove from a million little things
so i'll lie down in the tide and
let it take me where there's singing
there are flowers,
there are insects
potential wasted and never spent
and letters left unanswered
pull one card and then you pull another
the fool, the star, the hermit and the lovers
three cups by your side, two overflowing
two swords at your neck
and you've been blinded
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3. |
God of the Moon
03:11
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pray to the god of the moon
to the god of the stars
when you're up in your room and
you're laying out charts
yeah you got big plans in
yellow light and
flecked pink paint
is this what it's like to get left behind?
some sad sack friend of mine
denied me the ache of the long drawn out goodbye
when you were a child, yeah, you had such energy
when i was a child
i thought you were my enemy
pray to the god of the moon
and the stars
cause you're comin' round soon so
don't forget where you are
comic book stores,
strip clubs and arcades
i heard you laugh from up in the airplane
your head in the sand
deeper
minute by minute
you can't see your flaws
it's hard when you're in them
so what do you do about that?
i guess you pray
to the one that you love
to the thing you've become
to the hissing of lawns and
the gnarled oak trees
to a tide of graves
but which one's yours?
they never told me
this is what it's like to get left behind
some dear old friend of mine
told me you died while
we both worked overtime
when you were alive
your life lengthed infinite
now i am a well with
nothing left in it
pray to the god of the moon
and the stars
cause you're comin' round soon so
don't forget where you are
so pray to the god of the moon
and the stars
cause i'll be with you
wherever you are
wherever you go i'll follow just
dive into my heart and see that it's hollow
cause the pain will never change, yeah
it only changes shape
and the grief becomes the weight
that keeps you in bed all day
so what do you do about that?
i guess you pray
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4. |
Blood and Honey
03:44
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write their name and circle it
to assuage your doubts
wrap it up in moon-soaked cloth
and cast your rocks
you took your time with me
preserved my dignity but I
I'm too scared to act that way
you described to me
the absence of what absence does
so let me know what you find out
that there's something underneath of it all
truth love and money
bones blood and honey
crack the scotch and pour two cups
then pour a third
break your voice breaking my heart and
start to slur
you took your time with me
the kind of kindness that has to sting
too scared to think that way
you described to me
how open wounds get swollen shut
so let me know what you find out
that there's something underneath of it all
truth love and money
bones blood and honey
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5. |
Celebration
02:49
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Good times come at so long last
At best, you almost want ‘em to go by so fast
I only have a notion of the problems from my past
The shadow that I cast
I’ve always been jealous and I’ve always been a little bit paranoid
I don’t know what to say, it’s a topic I usually avoid
But,
Validation’s not an invitation
Love should always be a celebration
So,
If domination is your inclination
Check your privilege and know your station
It’s never really just dictation
More vibrations in conversation
Love should always be a celebration
But,
Once I started getting high all the time I stopped dreaming
And once I stopped dreaming nothing seemed real
If nothing was real then what was the point in believing
All of the things you told me about the way you feel?
But,
Validation’s not an invitation
Love should always be a celebration
So,
If domination is your inclination
Check your privilege and know your station
It’s never really just dictation
More vibrations in conversation
Love should always be a celebration
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6. |
Black Magic
04:17
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my mind's been picking at your wounds
almost every night, it's strange that
two lightning bolts could crash
at the same damn time
it hurts to turn my dumb head from side to side
like a bear trap collapsing on my
neck in the dying light
you perish the thought
cover me with a table cloth and
say something so beautiful its
immediately forgot
black magic, everything is killing me
i can't relate, i'm nothing like a human being
hung slack on my strings
i'll find you
in someone else's room the blood will pool
the blood will bruise
watch me,
it'll come to you
it'll comfort you in the end
watch me,
it'll come to you
it'll come for you in the end
watch me
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7. |
Infinite Vacation
05:40
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Pop your leather notebook and write down some Latin
phrases that you picked up from midnight feature madness
Spiders in the attic spin webs from the rafters,
boxes of comics old board games and records
Interrogate yourself on the walk, there you have it,
pull the mirror back until you’re ecstatic
Watch your face change the longer you look, wonder when you die how much will it hurt
Imagine yourself as small as can be
In a windowless room with nothing to see
Hammer and chisel compete for your hand
to tear down the walls or cave in your head
Pull back the page and glimpse your designs
from a painless black bag to a ten story dive
Read the first line of your last note
Poke at your heart, pull on the rope
I can show you the life of the mind
A state of the soul, blessed in kind
I move so fast when I sit still
I’m never less alone than when I’m by myself
It’s a sweet trip to elevator music,
you know vacation never really ends.
It’s a sugary drip on your forehead,
heavy hangs the crown, bruising your neck.
And I’m too scared to do it, I can’t do it.
But fascination blinds me, the rotting skin of the world is peeling. Treacherous light is leaking.
I can show you the life of the mind,
A state of the soul, blessed in kind
I move so fast when I sit still
I’m never less alone than when I’m by myself
I’m clocking out
And I’m not coming back
I’m off on the infinite
Vacation, all I ever wanted
Vacation, have to get away.
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