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Old Brigham
02:56
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Old Brigham brought you to your knees
To see you didn’t have a story yet
You wait all day beside your misery
The fleas have always been our only pets
But if you blessed me before the hallway
Then I could make it through the door
For what I haven’t brought you
I’m not allowed in there anymore
Your old beauty is finally making sense
It’s stands for all we could have had but don’t
Long trip for such a formal guest
Your dress makes you look invisible
But if you blessed me before the hallway
Then I could make it through the door
For what I haven’t brought you
I’m not allowed in there anymore
It’s a sin what I have taken
And with no intent to give back
The horror has been breaking through,
I’m slipping through the cracks
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Carried Carts
03:44
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Take your new tequila breath
Right back down the road
And stay away from open flames
I fear you would explode
I thought you swore that you’d have no more
I watched it on the news
The cameraman even had to pan
To show you had no shoes
Now pay attention, pay attention before they do
Sometimes I can’t, I don’t even know
Just so many bad days right in a row
I watched your hands as you were driving home
How you use only the blood and bone
Blood and bone
God must have loved you
To give you so many tries
He never seems to tire of your odd sense of disguise
Now pay attention to dimensions or learn to fly
Sometimes I can’t, I don’t even know
Just so many bad days right in a row
I watched your hands as you were driving home
How do you use only the blood and bone?
Blood and bone
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Bright Light Bureau
03:03
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It’s just too much
Yet barely enough to change the blood
But you had had enough
And you fell into the hole that I just dug
But it gets harder here, year after year
When they’re always changing the things we need to fear
Now there’s “falling down” and then there is “Falling Down”
But get up before you make a mess
Or even worse, try to confess
Keep your blood inside
Learn to run or hide
God woke you up
He didn’t think I’d done enough
I know I had your trust
And I admit, I made things up
But I was allowed in here
From the temple to the Belvedere
Oh, of all the things to hear
“God’s hand clenches near”
I could be anything
From a cancer to a wedding ring
Maybe a new way to begin
One that makes it to the end
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Agreeable Blood
02:32
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Why don’t we begin by counting things together
Before we dive back into the horror of the room
I know that you’re afraid, this part just keeps repeating
Pretty soon, another room will come and take its place
But don’t turn the good things bad
We only have an hour until he’d expect you back
Don’t bring the bad things here
Your blood is made agreeable when you turn down the fear
I watch the moon behave from my seat on the sofa
I know now to be brave, there’s a giant in the hall
Who knows if we should stay, in some ways we’re always leaving
Just before they lock the door and leave us in this cage
But don’t turn the good things bad
And no more blaming others for the fact that you’ve been had
Don’t bring the bad things here
The last thing that we need is to be here another year
But don’t turn the good things bad
We only have an hour until he’d expect you back
Don’t bring the bad things here
Your blood is made agreeable when you turn down the fear
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Bentbarrows
02:35
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You should have been there when his hand came down
And grabbed the Mayor right out of his lawn chair
Rearranged all the buildings downtown
And reset the world without even a shadow
Summer came on time again
So horror starts where the terror ends
Here you are without a friend
I hope you feel all the breaks and bends
When gravity clearly ends
It was bad enough without all the blood
God’s Will imposed without a context
All it needed was a fire or a flood
To color paths along the mass eviction
The thousand word that he rehearsed
Are voided now or even worse
He kept his word just like a curse
It hurts the most when the fear is reversed
Summer came on time again
So horror starts where the terror ends
Here you are without a friend
I hope you feel all the breaks and bends
When gravity clearly ends
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6. |
Like Knives in the Sink
03:53
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We worried then that you wouldn’t find you
So we spawned in another few clues
There’s one just up ahead
Another crawls into bed
Honestly, they’re anywhere you’d ever want to be
You can’t recognize faces
So all that familiar comfort is replaced with
A toothache in the park,
And horror after dark
As you lose you every 20 feet or so
There are catacombs this walking has sleep
Has opened inside you
Now it follows as a roaming creep
Not far behind you
And with the same crow you once found in your home
OK, we had to modify your story
Moves things around to largely ignore the
Year you disappeared, or the beer you’d come to fear
Otherwise we didn’t have to touch a thing
It was always going to end above some water
When you somehow remembered your daughter
And so the story changed, they readded all your pain
And of course, with a whole lot of blood
There are catacombs this walking has sleep
Has opened inside you
Now it follows as a roaming creep
Not far behind you
And no, you don’t know what you know, not anymore
You can assume here that the doors work like before
It’s not the same world you couldn’t find in your home
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The County Seat
03:49
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I wrote myself a note I knew I’d never need
To buy more booze at the county seat
It might as well be just my thoughts on sleep
When the only change here is between the seats
Then as you wobbled home
It’s what you see around 2 or 3
When bubbles form on the periphery
When last night’s sleep
Since turned to grief
And words fall out before
You even speak
Before you even speak
I’d hoped that you were here and
That you had known
A deeper bond to the truth
Than what you have shown
So may your demons here all find you cold and home
So they’ll get bored and leave you alone
Or leave you more alone
It’s what you see, through you misery
That there’s no good even deep in me
I have learned to sleep standing on my feet
Just in case history repeats and
History repeats
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Humble Hills
04:44
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I had fallen asleep and I couldn’t have known
Just what they’d done to your body
and bones from the comfort of home
I tried to wake up, I wanted to leave
Before I’d see something I’d never unsee
In the width of a dream
They’re finding out your hollow mouth is what keeps you so alone
In between your fleeting teeth is the space to call your own
I knew I was right when I woke on the street
Walking too fast for the time that we’d meet
Half asleep in the heat
I needed a room or a new place to go
I couldn’t keep up with the horror that flows
In appropriate clothes
I just got down to even ground
Past the hills of give-and-take
Miles then from anyone
Past a view above the lake
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New Lines Out
02:53
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Somewhere in this house a monster gets unstuck
And begs its form of God for a pulse
I think it’s time we gave it a name
Something meaningful to call as it gets away
Something meaningful to call as it gets away
Lines in but no lines out
Is this the story we’ll keep lying about
How after all, he’s turning into a table
Someone in this house should know the Magic Words
Some kids in the attic know nothing else
Threaten them with love and pretty girls
Then practice the light they make when they explode
Practice reading the lie as it’s told
Lines in but no lines out
Is this the story we’ll keep lying about
With lies in and lies out
Is this now something we’d want to worry about
How after all he’s turning into a table
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Horsehead
02:46
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It’s too early in the week to start practicing
Picking you up at the nearby airport taxi stand again
For you will either be there or you won’t
There’s no other way out of it,
You are on your own
Try to make a day of it
You can’t or you won’t?
All the things that you clearly missed as a kid
All the clues and they were all so poorly hid
You’re lucky you made it now as far as you did
On the back of such flawed logic
You’re on your own
If you could only see you practicing a speech
To a daughter nowhere near this ancient seaport beach
She will either be there or she won’t
There’s no other way out of it,
You are on your own
Try to make a day of it
You can’t or you won’t?
All the things that you clearly missed as a kid
All the clues and they were all so poorly hid
You’re lucky that you made it now as far as you did
On the back of oh such flawed logic
You’re on your own
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Since you took over the curse
I’ve been feeling better just knowing you’ve been feeling worse
And since you don’t know how it works
We’ll start in the middle so you won’t know if it hurts
And maybe wake up with a less uncommon thirst
Just as we feared, you weren’t even here
What a cap on an impossible year
Now what would we do without our crystallized tears
On finding an invisible hat?
I wished you’d reached out before but I know that it hurts
Your blood will seem thinner after you put in some work
But you would lay down in the back of a hearse
Before you would allow you to be heard
You’re almost as anonymous as a bird
Just as we feared, you weren’t even here
What a cap on an impossible year
Now what would we do without our crystallized tears
Just as we feared, you weren’t even here
What a cap on an impossible year
Now what would we do without our crystallized fear
On finding an invisible hat?
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Matt McClure Henderson, Nevada
Songwriter and singer for The Figurants and Red Kitchen
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