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Ogres
04:14
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In the garden we've got raised beds
Raise the dead
Into a verdant husk
In the kitchen we've got iron pots
Boil children
In a salty stock
In the attic we've got naked beams
Sunny streams and
Shingle gaps
In the basement, standing waves
Hidden fossils
And a shallow grave
It sure must be nice
Living in the lap of paradise
Another fairy tale
And who'd have thought
That what we got
Would be a monster
Every neighbor with a picket fence
Paying rent this year
It's up 10%
Every job will give you holidays
Time's unpaid though
So everybody stays
Every burden has the weight to crush
A moment's notice
Then a gentle hush
Slowly choking on this bitter pill
While ogres feast upon
The freshest kill
It sure must be grand
To stake your claim to a patch of land
You can have it all
I'm sippin' blood
Down in the mud
Just like a monster
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2. |
Daunting Haunting
02:33
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Blood and gore
We've seen the preview
The people all want more
Ghouls and ghosts
The story's found a villain
The villain's found a host
Maybe it's your mother
Maybe it's your son
Maybe it's just you
The tingle in your lungs
Nowhere to run
Cannot abide
The sense of terror that is
Welling up inside
It's a daunting haunting
It's a daunting haunting
Sirens, tyrants
Snatching children
No surprise when
The zombie lobby
Sees no evil eating people
Human meal
Sacrificial business deal
This might be the end
The monster mash is back
An evocation
Another heart attack
A revelation
They're dropping one-by-one
Elimination
And soon we'll all be gone
With no one left to hear about the
Daunting Haunting
It's a daunting haunting
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Brave Bird, Sweet Potato
01:56
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Moon Song
03:35
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Luna
I see a beacon in the void
It's a full 360, 2 pi sky
And you pray
Listen to the sound
Of your hopes and your dreams
Come apart at the seams
Lookin' down through the trees
Is a face
And it answers you...
As your mind starts to slip
And you loosen your grip
You behold the eclipse
And you pray
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It's a Sticky Mess
You've got the 12 steps, squat reps
You're in the pocket
With the twist ties with the red tags
From the bread bags
And the baby carrots
You've got the milk moustache
Yeah, you've got the milk moustache
Slick with the pomade, I'm ready
Six singing angels coming to get me
Coming for to carry
Me on my adjustable
Me at my most trustable
Posing for the pic
Match pajama set
Ratcheting every bit
Of every mouthful of dusty grit
The bad boots are all you get back,
Soles flap, heels clack
Three outfits in a garbage bag
My underpants look bad,
Beyond that I'm back
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A scene that plays on loop
The water pooling 'round my boot
The drizzle seeping to the root
The pitter-patter leaves me mute
A timeless artifact
You once believed, but now retract
But what you say, you can't take back
The line was taut but now it's slack
You're not the only one
To feel incomplete and come undone
Like more is lost than what is won
You do the math; the sum is none
If I could keep my grip
On all the things that make me tick
The good and bad, they both will stick
You learn them both and that's the trick
I only ever think about the rain.
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