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NEWMISERABLESPACERITUAL
08:25
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There are cats on pianos and locksmiths on Broadway
Clamor the muskets to the keep of the castle
Smoke from a gun, the dying thus begun
And I’m singing to shadows and swearing at spirits
I swear these spirits drank me up, you know I don’t drink
Til the cannon’s incantations
You’re in a mob made of witches, where can I hide
Where you can’t find me, my mind -
A dangerous neighborhood
I shouldn’t go alone
I shouldn’t go alone
I shouldn’t go alone
No, I shouldn’t go alone
There are cats on pianos and locksmiths on Broadway
Clamor the muskets to the keep of the castle
Smoke from a gun, the dying thus begun
And I’m singing to shadows and swearing at spirits
I swear these spirits drank me up, you know I don’t drink
Til the cannon’s incantations
Billions of skulls in an attic antique
To die in the rot and snow ten feet deep -
A dangerous neighborhood
Someone in England
Someone in England
Someone in England
Had something to drink
The things we said between the words we spoke
Speak louder than script and I guess you know
What we’re both doing here
There’s truth in a bucket of nails
We wrote our lives, voice and pen
Verse and prose on blank pages
And tore out the painful parts
There’s truth in a bucket of nails
There’s truth in a bottle of wine
The things we said between the words we spoke
Speak louder than script and I guess you know
What we’re both doing here
There’s truth in a bucket of nails
We wrote our lives, voice and pen
Verse and prose on blank pages
And tore out the painful parts
He thrusts his fist ‘gainst the post
Still insists he sees the ghost
The things we said between the words we spoke
Speak louder than script and I guess you know
What we’re both doing here
There’s truth in a bucket of nails
We wrote our lives, voice and pen
Verse and prose on blank pages
And tore out the painful parts
There’s truth in a bucket of nails
There’s truth in love
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Water Diviner
03:58
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And we're so relieved when we get home
That that the house will still be there
And I'm so relieved when I get home
That you'll still be there
'times I believe it's all thought up
And I've really freaked out
Bloom for me O' you amaranths
I love the patience of thy face
Water diviner wears a smiling dream of spring
Water diviner honey meadow springs she sings
When will you bring me the rain?
When will you bring me the rain?
Water diviner wears a smiling dream of spring
Water diviner honey meadow springs she sings
When will you bring me the rain?
(and learn the spells, draw out my soul)
When will you bring me the rain?
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The Oracle
07:25
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Men in caves, men in chains
Metal monsters breathing fire from the sky
Shall they seek water, their wells will be dry
Caved men in chains will gather water from the rains
Raze and salt the ground, the dirt
Burn their villages, kill new birth
Not a thing shall grow in their earth
Salted ground that's razed won't kill the spirit of the maize
Their gods are false, their faith is strong
Break their bones, their bodies with new disease
Break their minds with ideologies
All those gods, their faith truer than yours make no mistake
We won't relent though many will die
Profits to be had, behavior we demand
We ordain ourselves to rule over all
Relentless men who die, make a pledge mischief is nigh
Go ask Apollo
By words of Pythia
She'll say you're falling
They'll come and get ya, baby
Give up your idols
Look to the oracle
My eyes are empty
Your mouth is full
Loyal wolf of blood and sand
We have sapped the fat from the land
We've laid them low, but still they stand
All loyalty shifts like sand, favoring always the upper hand
Sergeant slaughter unresponsive has been
Communication now breaks at the bend
Our mercenaries give the command
Slaughter creeps round the bend, death is dealt from the hands of friends
We take to the hills but there's nowhere to hide
The world has seen through out veneer of lies
Please somebody come to our side
Secret tunnels in hills will hide no more secrets, abandon your side
Men in caves, men in chains
Metal monsters breathing fire from the sky
Shall we seek water, our wells will be dry
Caved men in chains will gather water from the rains
Should you choose to dance with death
What you want is what you'll get
Should you choose to keep your breath
What you want is what you'll get
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