1. |
Dear Mildred
04:26
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Chorus
Far and away yes she gives me hope in the Murdoch village
How many times must I let it go, coming from a burnt out Mildred
Too many times, yes I give it hold, you tell me it’ll make no difference
I don’t mind a little cold
I’m covered in paint, bet she loves a toll in a Motown lineage
How many times must she let it go, father it’ll make no difference
Too many times, yes he had a hold and she burnt that business
‘Fore she got a little old
Spoken
I bask in unearthed glory
The sights and sounds of the world quiver
I sit atop my throne
Awaiting my fate
The bottle opens with a clean snap
Gold dust rushes from its core
I raise the glass to my nethers
And feel the weight of love
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2. |
Jewel Thief
03:10
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Chorus
Let’s get down get back to a plan, everybody wants to call me a friend
Let’s get down get back to a plan, everybody wants to call me a fan
Let’s get down get back to a plan, everybody wants to call me a friend
Call me a fan or call me a friend
Call me a fan or call me a friend
Verse 1
It was an early April morning when I left for a home. The sun was shining bright with a hint of a
poem. Right on time to gun a heist at the drop of a stone, and the petty only wondered as I
dreamt of a throne.
The world was ending dreary till I crept to my own. Worth the palace of a fortune to a life in a
cone. I couldn’t spare to lose a dollar so she went to the tone, said “let me holler back to you
when I get to my phone.”
Bridge 1
Tell me I can’t really be a star now
Verse 2
I said “yes Lord, ready for a test now, I’m steady from a man to a God in a Tesla. And I can’t be
late for winter, pawn of the chessboard, scrambling for a check in the form of a chestnut”
Now I’m living lavish, king of the carriage, I’m swimming in the weight of the gold that I buried. A
neverending baggage, minute of the ride, got me contemplating marriage, spirit of a bride.
Bridge 2
Let me take your light for a star now
Maybe I can televise an honor
Verse 3
And I’m onto a better way, I sentimental compensate for living through the crux of a passage of
Hemingway. The mirror of the meadow in the window radiates a perfect echo of the treasure in
the yellow at the lake.
Bridge 3
So help me burn away the pieces of a liar
And trade it all to reasons for the fire
Verse 4
Yes I’m cultivating cabbage, stuck like cello-tape to the back of your average humanoidal face.
Wrote my plan up on a chalkboard, put it on a stake, then I waited in the charcoal and did it in a
take.
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3. |
'Round the Bend
02:30
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Intro
You ever feel like sometimes you just can’t catch a break
Chorus
“Ah yes now, right this way” - Waiter
“Let me get a cup of your favorite J” - Protagonist
“Sit down, drink this tea” - W
“I don’t even know if my mind’s in place” - P
“That’s cool, eat this cake, let me get a box for some take away. So fill up the cup before you get
‘round of the hills on the bend before you hit town” - W
“Ah yes now, right this way” - W
“Let me get a cup of your favorite J” - P
“Sit down, drink this tea” - W
“I don’t even know if my line’s in place” - P
“That’s chill, eat this cake, let me get a box for some take away. So fill up the cup before you get
‘round of the hills on the bend before you hit town” - W
Verse
Yea he’s a half man, sipping on his coffee with a half plan. Sitting in his car without an action,
call it a ‘half van’, next to a suicidal girl in a trash can.
He looks to cash in on the jealousy and pity of a past end. Head onto crafting up a story with an
accent, leaving a backbend, be it a sentimental friend or a lap dance.
Because the only thing ahead of him is the road to a journey. Quality a must but the people want
attorney. Quantity a cusp till he ends up on a gurney, and poverty in trust that he’ll never be a
phony.
Call Batman, and ask him for advice on attacking. To turn a sample from a sapling to a maxim,
without a brethren, or the birth of a baby in a basket.
Outro
Ah, believe me I know the feeling all too well.
I guess you just gotta keep going - drifting along
Put your faith in, well... I don’t know.
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4. |
Drifting
02:52
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Bridge
I come down from a wave
I come down from a plague
Yes now I’m waiting for you
Guess now I’m waiting for you
Part 1
Give me love, give me love
Tell me you didn’t make it up
Give me trust, give me trust
Better be a naked hug
Show me a, show me a
Ladder in a pity truck
Get me out, get me out
Only you can help me up
Medicine, medicine let me fucking medicate
Tell a friend, tell a friend, maybe she can levitate
But not me, you’ll only catch me drifting
Part 2
Give me love, give me love
Tell me you didn’t make it up
Give me trust, give me trust
Better be a naked hug
Show me a, show me a
Ladder in a pity truck
Get me out, get me out
Only you can help me up
Medicine, medicine let me fucking meditate-
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5. |
From the Cave
04:45
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Part 1
I look at the cave as my only friend. I look at the grave as the only end. I look past mistakes, but you run again. I look past mistakes.
I hook last in fate as a medicine. I book past the stakes till the bitter end. I make more mistakes then I run again. I make more mistakes.
I let nature pray on my skeleton. I rest back and pray I’ll be one again. Look at the fakes as they run again. Look at the fakes.
I left tracks that fade from a caravan. I messed up in days from a shallow bend. Make no mistakes, I will run again. Make no mistakes.
Part 2
I took after plays in a one attempt. I took after phase in a settlement. Booked past the safe for a silhouette. I book past the safe.
I shook cast away as a married hand. Crooked half a bake in a hurried plan. Mistook the maze for a “Mary-Ann”. I mistook the maze.
I hook past the save of a letter man. Cook past the wails of a lead amend. I look at opaque that can led a man. I look at opaque.
I hook last in fate as a medicine. I rest back and pray I’ll be one again. Make no mistakes, I will run again. Make no mistake.
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6. |
Angels
05:42
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Chorus 1
Come to me now ‘cause I made a mistake. Next to the road of the traveler’s gate.
Yes to my hope but I parried it way too close to the cold of a married estate.
Help me alright what I don’t wanna say. Next to the hole in the back of my brain.
Sticks and the stones got me carried in way too close to the gold at the Marriott stay.
Take anymore ‘cause my pocket is frail now. Make me a home where I really can pray.
I hate being alone but the feeling is stale so fix me a cup of the remedy cake.
Lift me on up of the Hollywood stage and tick me a check above everyone’s name.
I hate when they ask about every little detail, tell everyone that I’m doing ok.
Chorus 2
Come to me now ‘cause I made a mistake. Chasing the road of a carrier train.
Rest is the end of a barrier cave, so take me away from the chariot plane.
Nest is a hole in the back of my brain, where best is a toll and the feeling escapes.
Next is my hope but I buried it way too close to the cold of a melody spade.
Take anymore ‘cause my pocket is frail now. Make me a home where I really can pray.
I hate being alone but the feeling is stale so fix me a cup of the remedy cake.
Lift me on up of the heavenly stage and kiss me a check next to everyone’s name.
I wish they would ask about every little detail, tell everyone that I’m doing ok.
Spoken Word
I bask in unearthed glory
The sights and sounds of the world quiver
I sit atop my throne
Awaiting my fate
I take a sip, slow and steady
Allowing the taste to encapsulate my morsel
I dream of life in eternal
Then allow the palms to weaken
Neverending appetite, eternal amore
I cry upon the windows of enlightened fools
For immortal is a story and life is but a game
But me I am human, and I will not writhe in pain
I raise my hands in solitude
And allow my ego to breathe
I gaze my eyes on holy grail
And allow my desire to leave
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7. |
Run Free
02:53
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Chorus
From the cave of the bastard won’t you run
From the say of the pastor won’t you run
From the tale of the castle won’t you run
From the tail of the lasso won’t you run
From the slave of the basket won’t you run
From the “hey” of the past why won’t you run
You have to stay in the last why won’t you run
You have to play in the cash why don’t you run
From the maid of the casket won’t you run
From the bane of the gasket won’t you run
From the sane of the masses won’t you run
From the cane of the classes don’t you run
From the daze of the gas why won’t you run
From the haze of the glass why won’t you run
You can stay in the past and come undone
Or you can play in the cash and have some fun
Outro
You wanna play in the cash?
Yea!
You wanna play in the cash?
Yea!
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8. |
Token Clown
04:59
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Chorus
I set forth to an open crown in the frozen cloud of a ghosting sound
I look back at the sunlit town with the windows down and a grinless smile
I play tracks to the hopeless crowd in a melting fowl of a soaking scowl
I bet close that I’ll make it out even if this night of the world comes down
I break hope of an endless prowl of a senseless style where the story howls
I fake clothes when I get too close to an open hose where the ending sprouts
My stake folds then I float and drown to escape the dreams of a broken sound
But I make soul with the Token Clown and he looks at me said “we’ll do it now”
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9. |
Mrs. Buttercup
01:23
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Chorus 1
Silver plated linen costumes
Golden colored lotus blossom
Violet ceilings decorate the burning sky with blue and jade
Butter up, butter up for Mrs. Buttercup
Sucker up, sucker up for a town of pucker up
Where mango scented accolades come bursting through the open flame
Chorus 2
Scarlet painted living communes
Overflowing penny bottoms
Island being captivates the humming flies with colored paint
Butter up, butter up for Mrs. Buttercup
Sucker up, sucker up for a town of pucker up
Where people flock the hoping wait, to tear apart an open game
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10. |
FreezeFall
06:15
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Part 1
Hello- take a breath and let go for some time. You’re dreaming the future has fallen in
Mellow- solidate with the demons of kind. They’re waiting in vastness of echoes.
You really need to hear me out - take a left, take a right, there’s no road and the further you go
you only see in the
Yellow- takes away from the warmth of the meadow. Now you’re left alone.
Part 2
I let go but I made a mistake. I set forth when you told me to stay. A simple hand I gave it away,
I know.
I bet hope but I palette a fake. A dimple for a lack of a pain. An echo in the back of my brain.
Alone.
Part 3
Can you feel how we did yesterday? I’m in FreezeFall numbing away. Check your feet now
you’re running away from here.
When the laughter is filling a cave and the comic is more than willing to stay. But you’re only
getting older. He said “drop that gig, I don’t got no time to play”
Spoken Word
So, I was thinking about what you were saying. About how, I told you we could be something
and you’re like “oh don’t say that, it makes me anxious.”
And I get that both of us have something in us that makes us want to go slow. But at a certain
point, you just have to say “fuck it.”
Let go.
And ride the wave.
Part 4
Where do we go from here?
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11. |
Echoes
04:12
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12. |
Cherry Town
04:26
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Agaaze Detroit, Michigan
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