1. |
Burn
04:35
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What do we have here? I don't know.
What do you want dear? I don't know
Do you live in fear? I don't know.
Who do you want near? I don't know.
Well, well guess I'll burn in hell.
Well well well well well well well, there's not much to tell.
Well well well well well well well, guess I'll burn in hell.
What do we have here?
I don't know, I can't figure it out.
What do you want, dear?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Do you live in fear?
I don't know where you're going to hide.
What do you want, dear?
I don't know what you're thinking inside.
Well, well guess I'll burn in hell.
Well well well well well well well, there's not much to tell.
Well well well well well well well,
guess I'll burn in hell.
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2. |
Lutèce
03:21
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Burn inside me,
hold me tightly.
Just close your mouth,
come burn beside me.
Burn me brightly.
Burn me for free.
Come take your seat
and burn beside me.
In the smoke and the sweat,
we came and we went.
Burn hard like a diamond
or burn tenderly,
or like smoke in the wind,
or close family.
Burn the exits
like a bright dying sun.
Play me for keeps
or burn me for fun
In the smoke and the sweat,
we came and we went.
Lit like a pyre
on the old continent.
Two lonely stars
in dark firmament.
In the smoke and the sweat,
we came and we went.
And we went and we went and we went and went went went.
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3. |
You Will Forget
01:19
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It's not my song. It's our song. We're writing it together.
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4. |
No Help
04:55
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You will forget it's not a kiss.
Why do you miss your old abyss?
You will forget it's not a kiss.
Why do you miss your old abyss?
In the throes of your breaker's roar.
Turning round on wind and shore.
Turn the key and lock the door.
In the throes, in the throes.
Sinking under cowboy lust.
Overlook the surface rust.
We combine or we combust.
This is how we readjust.
No help, no help, no help
No help, no help, no help.
You will forget it's just a kiss.
Do you still miss your old abyss?
You will forget it's just a kiss.
Do you still miss your old abyss?
In the throes of your perfect prose.
Branches bending to your glow.
Lungs on loan, left on your shoal.
In the throes, in the throes.
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5. |
Other Things
03:32
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6. |
In the Throes
03:44
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Give me poison, take my glass
Fight to breathe, and breathe at last
I’m still dreaming of the past.
And feel every inch, every inch, every inch
of everything.
A plastic heart for a plastic soul
My pilgrim’s soul has gotten old
A second skin for my new role
In the throes in the throes.
Give me poison, taste my glass.
If you you seek is what you ask,
Your future will look like your past
And you will feel everything crumble.
A plastic heart for a plastic soul
My pilgrim’s soul has gotten old
A second skin for my new role
In the throes in the throes.
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7. |
Maggie's Garden
03:11
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They were roots beneath the garden trees
Under my bare feet and the dirt in between.
What if I could wake their resting memories?
There were birds in the garden trees
Where my hands could not reach.
I touched the age-salted gate,
pressed my face in to see.
There were bones in the ground
in the good bone garden
I heard my lungs heaving sound
inside their own bone cage
I reached in and I heard my name.
I heard children laughing out of doors,
cracked pavement under their feet.
I felt the fullness and the movement and the joy
of their whole lives in the breeze.
I saw the slow burning of grass
in the red sun’s reach
I felt the slow turning silence
living underneath.
There were bones in the ground
in the good bone garden.
I heard my lungs heaving sound
inside their own bone cage.
I reached in and I heard my name,
I reached in and I heard my name.
You will forget the garden, the garden.
There’s something in the garden.
You will forget the garden, the garden.
There’s something in the garden.
There's something in the garden, the garden.
You will forget the garden.
The garden, there’s something in the garden.
You will forget the garden.
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8. |
Promontory
03:36
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Take this seeker to the shore
Draw my longing out some more.
Take these stitches, precious scars
Pull them back, just not too far.
Wheresoever I may go, I have to…
Whatsoever I may find, I have to…
Take my hand just one more time
Take a look, just to remind.
Take a step to open air.
One more step, just one I swear.
One more step, just one I swear.
Wheresoever I may go, I have to…
Whatsoever I may find, I have to
let go let go let go let go let go.
I have to.
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