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song one
01:46
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aby you got, got what i need, maybe it's time for me to scream
baby i know we make a good team, but for favors to grow, they must have good jeans, must have good jeans,
baby's alone, watching tv, the folks aren't at home, where in the hell could they be, where on earth could they be? where on earth could they be? where on earth could they be???
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I was stained by the ghost/ I was slain by the host/ And i stole hearts right off the tree/And I sought shelter in the belly of the beast/ and now all of my gods all look alike to me...
Atop the mountain/ Across the sea/ I saw Devils waving back to me/ Some were ugly/Some were fair/ Oh it made me awful hungry up there/ And now all of my gods all look alike to me...And now all of YOU GODS ALL LOOK ALIKE TO ME!!!
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the gold goes through
02:10
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With or without me the gold goes through onto stars you've seen from your room/ from a bedroom window...
You took notes when bathing in the dreams of your youth onto Mars and Christmas in June/ from a comfy pillow...
It's worth saying something if that something is true don't let Czars bend it for you/ It's worth saying something especially if it's something true...
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freedom walks on all four feet/My belly's draggin in the summer sun/ See them wearing your fresh meat/My tale was wagging looks like it was fun...Oh now you're in the fire feeding/Now you're in the garden/now you're in the fires of Eden/ looks like it was fun.
Bleed Em dry don't let them leave/ My skin's been sagging dripping off the bone/ See them wearing your fresh meat/ I took to stabbing when the angel sung/Freedom walks on all four feet/ It stands there laughing until my death has come/
Oh now you're in the fire feeding/now you're in the garden/now you're in the fire of Eden/ looks like it was fun. Oh now you're in the fire feeding/now you're in the garden/Now you're in the fires of Eden and you're work is done...
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my big break
02:29
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I've been choking on cake. i'm a coward and a fake. and at times it's much more than i can take. this is my big break. and if it takes me away. on extended holiday. left alone in the dark to play. this is my big break. there's so much at stake. that's why i'm laying here awake. it's so much more than i can take. this is my big break... My how fast we fade. We've been dying in delay. and i was just 16 years old today. this was my big break. I was just 16 years old today. this was my big break.
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in the basement
02:54
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well i waited anticipated and concentrated. don't be mistaken my heart was breaking and we're all forsaken and gone down to the basement...
i was liberated until i got wasted how over rated. don't think i missed it or that i'm complicit i'm just pessimistic. and gone down to the basement... now i'm sedated and feeling naked so i'll find a blanket . don't say awaken, til your heart can take it and it's not so vacant. and come down to the basement. gone down to the basement.
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gullible
03:20
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did you feast your eyes on the fleshy prize? was there blood on the lens, was revenge on your mind, was it the sin of pride, or were gods on your side, did they kill off your friends, did they end their own lives, I watched the poets die and their mothers cry, i smelt the burning of the ides, i saw the flaming of the sky and the earth divide, i smelt the burning of the ides
did you enjoy the ride, are you filled up with lies, would you do it again? would you eat them alive? was it the suicides of the gods you denied or the deliberate cleansing of the weakest in line? I saw the poets die and heard their mothers cry, i smelled the burning of the ides, i saw the flaming sky and the earth divides, i smelled the burning of the ides...liberate us...
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dark days
03:38
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You got nothing good to say/ There's nothing on your plate/ and if you had some, something to do/ Well then you'd find some drug to abuse...
You want nothing and you pay to play/ You got nothing on display
but if you had some, some thing to prove/ You wouldn't need some one to amuse
Dark Days are all that surround me/ But brighter days are always in inside me...
I got nothing Good to say/ And it's written across your face/ and if i had some, some thing to do/ oh i'd find me some fun at the end of a noose
Dark Days are all that surround me/ But brighter days are always inside me...
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token
03:01
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The happiest mountain is home to deep dark ravines, And you're balanced on your feet
From the backyards of Eden, to the low hanging seeds, You're sharing gifts with me, You're sharing gifts with me...yeah
In the footsteps of giants, in the landfills of greed, We found eternity
And a Token of olive branch, Spoken words to song, In prayer they brave the elements while following the same gods
In the boredom we found hatred, It washed up from the sea, And you're putting it back in me
Over graves we desecrated, Planted homes and families and spread the dead disease, we spread the dead disease...the farm land song
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Storie Grubb Portland, Oregon
My name is Storie Grubb and I have a tale to tell...
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