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Holiest Ghost
03:17
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life writes the page
i believe we’re all the same
same dance, same maze
and so it goes from birth to grave
“we believe good has won
and all of god’s people sing along”
but brother, i’m not bought or sold
when you sing of your holiest ghost
i have grown tired of this call and response
the ageless mystery repeats
life to life
you and me
folded neatly between the pages of belief
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2. |
Plane Crash Blues Pt. II
05:38
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i am one of the broken
no matter the distance i put between us
another town, another glass
nameless and faceless with the strip malls and churches
the cliches that we’ve become live on in all the bars
every state the same chase
spill the ash from the urn
someday let us return back to earth and sleep
unending change makes us masters of the past
that long look back
and at some point we’re only lateral travelers
i am a plane crash that’ll never make the news
and in a few drinks i’ll be the euphoric passengers
life glazed over their eyes
all this traveling to see that dreams are free here
we’re just neon signs with deserts of poverty behind
it’ll cost you a lifetime when you want fortune like the wheel
make no mistake, i want fortune like the wheel
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3. |
Everything Is Tragic
03:39
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everything is tragic
and when it’s not just give it time
we can only live in denial
until tomorrow or sometime next week
i think i know the crushing sound of defeat
i set fire to my own house
watched from the roof as the flames grew
i just wanted to be something
now the neighborhood won’t forget me
burdened with my ghost
my love i watch your slender body sleep
in the hours no soul should creep
hold me under water or lead me to the slaughter
either way, we’re fighting for every breath
dreaming of a debt free death
before the banks can take all our dignity
before there is no longer any rest in peace
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4. |
Hooves and Horns
03:26
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i can hear your hooves and your horns outside my door
but just wait
the man on the street says i’ll see you soon
and all my friends too
into the flames together
ashes to ashes
into the dust my brother
is it all for love
groomed for the dirt
where we’ll grow like weeds
back through the earth
praise unto your head
and the blood at your feet
imagine the skeletons we’ll collect
and the ghosts we’ll meet
someday before our words reach the end of the page
conquerors of the new world will suffer the old fate
too close to the sun with our wings
brother, we’re ashes forever
is it all for love
groomed for the dirt
where we’ll grow like weeds
back through the earth
are the harvest crops really any surprise
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5. |
Busy Signals
05:18
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i traced the cord back to the wall
just to make sure i was right
every call declined
i’ve been drunk dialing heaven all night
just give me the dignity of a busy signal at least
the devil’s on holiday
and the operator says she can’t patch me through
says that these numbers have never been active
well who have i been talking to
we bow our heads to the unknowable nature of our end
every misfired shot is my death
is it chance or some great cosmic ghost
pulling the string from end to end
was i designed with dependence in mind
or am i just a portion of static on the line
i’ve been born of the urge to know
the unknowable nature of the unknown
forever whispering into the silence
now not even a dial tone
i’ll be swimming in these hotel rooms
drowning in empty bottles
just answer back
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6. |
I Played the Wolf
05:39
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cliche of my life
we are only mirrors
no light to shine
we are conquerors
a fire set for the blind
one day truth like a phoenix will rise
i’m a great liar
and i’ve always been
crack a smile
always plotting to crack a rib
oh no
i played the wolf
in all our speed only stillness
dormant for years
windows staring back
nothing: our greatest fear
one day truth like a phoenix will rise
i am nothing
you are nothing
we are nothing
but wide-eyed and starless
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7. |
Negative Space
01:55
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the song’s been singing me
there’s no escaping it anymore
it’s all i dream
it’s all i breathe
the song’s been singing me
it’s been so long
now, it’s all i see
it’s all i can be
created becomes creator
formed clay becomes bone
further into the shadow
until we’re finally alone
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