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Heaven Only Blows
04:01
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All the power of the seven seas --
hands of Hydra,
eyes of Telekines.
Mortal man won't make his stand
when he's vacant on his knees,
with all the power of the seven seas.
Saw two deer on Effingham,
one was past me,
the other waited
patiently
to absolve it's final low.
Heaven only blows.
All the teeth of the readied pride.
Eyes of azure, darker than old pines.
Slava says we wear the wealth
of her people's genocide,
with all the teeth of the readied pride.
If I went out with a bang,
share the star signs with an old lonely stray
designed to growl
with all of the ebbs and flows --
Heaven only blows.
Put a ring on Saturn West
while my woman waits in great distress
at the one wolf pack
I've come to be
and know.
Heaven only blows.
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2. |
Left Hook
01:55
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There you go walking back on water
again.
You went to the Azores,
said that it was nice.
There's a dark cloud,
and it's raining over Wright street.
But it's never like it was
in my mistakes.
Baby, now i need a credit card
to buy you out of this.
Loving you,
Loving you was just a left hook in my mouth.
Like a left hook in my mouth
Said you never wanted it to end,
though it did.
Oh, this weird and safe environment
that you use to call my arms.
Well there's a black cloud,
and it's raining over King street.
And it's never like it was in my mistakes.
Baby, now I need a million arms
to pull you out of this.
Loving you,
Loving you was like a left hook in my mouth.
Loving you.
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3. |
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It's in the air.
Some call it providence.
I saw the pictures that you offered,
and woke up in the cold.
All my friends
talk like aliens,
now i'm left to navigate through
another
black hole.
But was it in my head?
was I fast asleep?
The oceans rose;
The rest was fire.
There were no pictures on the wall;
nowhere to host an empty hall.
Then I walked for what seemed like hours.
White haired man, he spoke to me --
showed me pictures on a screen.
Then the asshole dropped me off in Kingston.
Well was it in my head
when I was fast asleep?
The oceans rose;
the rest was fire.
Coastal woes.
Was it in my head?
Was it stress or was it ease?
Was it the skin I shed before the second coming?
I never saw all Saturn's suns.
I never was the chosen one,
'til the asshole dropped me off in Kingston.
Coastal woes.
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4. |
Saturn West
03:20
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The angels left the north end,
stating in fears of open doors.
They pulled up in the front yard,
we asked them to move on.
They took nothing but the best,
and in the evening we took off to find their chests.
We asked ourselves:
What good was second guessing?
What good was second best?
When every new dilemma's just a ring
on Saturn West
The hawks they left our bodies pretty vacant by the lawn.
We begged them for an answer set in truth and not in scorn.
We took nothing but the belly of the beast,
and in the evening, we'd set off towards Saturn East.
we asked ourselves:
What good was second guessing?
What good was recompense?
When every new dilemma's just a ring
on Saturn West.
We asked the downtown tailor, "were those dreams or were those lies?"
Then sorted out the expat by the longing in his eyes.
We understood deception's just a wine-stain on the wall,
and took off thermal layers --
we urged the runners on.
We asked ourselves:
what good was second guessing?
what good was recompense?
When every new dilemma's just a ring on
Saturn West.
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5. |
PCP
05:40
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I was riding on back from Andalusia,
where the river burns a black spot in my lungs.
Well, it hurts my head,
'cause you know I really want to see you;
but I don't know just where you're coming from.
Don't worry now; don't you be uncunning.
Don't forget someone looks down from above.
Well he's drenched in kerosene;
soon he'll be burning.
And we won't reap the path of anyone.
She's kind of god damn astral man;
moves a little closer to me.
She's been down,
but she sure as hell ain't been disdainful,
burning every bridge she could see.
Asked me 'Matt, what have you done?'
Told her I've done everything.
I've been to hell and back
down every one way path,
but i've never done PCP.
Now i'm riding past the valley of the giants.
Well, your boys all covered in sweat and in blood.
So drench me in gasoline, soon we'll be burning --
With the bad superstition bouncing 'round my skull.
She only buys contraband,
middle name is nicotine.
She's been down,
but she sure as hell ain't been disdainful,
drinking down canadian dreams.
Asked me 'Matt what have you done?'
Told her i've done everything.
I've been to hell and back down every one way path,
but i've never tried PCP.
No i've never tried PCP.
That's the one thing going for me.
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