1. |
Yesterday is Dead
03:13
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I don’t need a peace
and I don’t care what you say
I don’t need a lease
and I don’t care what you say
I don’t need to cease
and I don’t care what you say
All that remains is bullets
The hand that gives takes away
The slate that falls counts your days
The chair that sits pleads you
Stay awhile for the face that smiles
While the people die
It’s the time and it’s right
The prophets say
The prophets say
I don’t want to read
and I don’t care what you say
I don’t have to bleed
and I don’t care what you say
I won’t fucking cease
and I don’t care what you say
All you’ve got is your briefcase
and hand that gives, takes away
The state that falls counts your days
Cherry-picker Sam begs you,
he begs you, he begs you to
Keep it down
Hold it steady now
Hit ‘em in the mouth
With your metal manhood
Take a hit. Take a hit. Take it!
Yesterday is dead
The girls have gone ahead
I can see the oceans rise
You’ve got that holy metal by your side
Walking into the rising tide as if you’re blind
Have you considered all the bullets are lies
Told by eagles to pass the time?
Yesterday is dead; Tomorrow denied!
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2. |
Bad Brakes
02:49
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I should have heard your terror, your screams
I should have known you’d take one for the team
I should have carried you away from the scene
But the witch is on fire
Sir, put your hands away
Your begging was your first mistake
A weak attempt, now hang that tail down
Your dick head’s in my way
And I have bigger pies to bake
My raw contempt will light my way out
Every time I say goodbye it’s like a levee must break
“Woe is me, I can’t get my way”
Do I have to stand and demand your head on a stake?
I’ve made my point, now out of my way
But the witch is on fire
And the preacher’s dead
I’ll put my hands away, and like a dog I’ll beg
No more
Eat your own ego soaked words and don’t leave none for us
[I’m always right and it’s all I know!]
Or leave a mess so I can clean it up
[I’ve set up bugs inside your home!]
Honey aren’t you proud?
Charm your way out of the wreck, it’s clockwork every time
[I’m always right and it’s all I know!]
One lie can restore your peace of mind
[I’ve set up bugs inside your home!]
Make your mama proud
But the witch is on fire
The preacher’s dead
Sir, put your hands away
Your begging was your first mistake
A weak attempt, now hang your tail down
Your dick head’s in my way
And I have bigger pies to bake
My raw contempt will light my way out
Do I have to stand and demand your head on a stake?
I’ve made my point, now out of my way
Out of my way, out of my way.
[bugs inside your home!]
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3. |
Martha's Favorite Colour
03:05
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If I was on your derby team
I’d be the dandy, you the queen
We’d smile, the dolls with bloody teeth
We’d feed them raspberries
My two left feet are in my mouth
and I won’t sing again
If Martha Stewart had a hue
for the satin shit stain left by you
it’d be a back row seller with
Roman shades and vinyl doors
The boy in velvet suit and tie
He told me I could see the light
They’d put a halo ‘round my head
A cancerous node of grand design,
Another noble sacrifice,
It’s but a speck of dust to me
You practice the ancient art
of fucking up other people lives
That green baby won’t save you
from the pain of boredom long
My two left feet are in my mouth
and I won’t sing again
The boy in velvet suit and tie
He told me I could see the light
They’d put a halo ‘round my head
A cancerous node of grand design,
Another noble sacrifice,
It’s but a speck of dust to me
It’s but a speck of dust to me!
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4. |
Starbender
04:32
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Ever since the camel fell
beneath the light of shooting stars
The crowned fools, they wet themselves
Anyone can see they’re nervous
Anyone can see they cower
They say, If you ask, then surely you will receive
A wicked itch, a swollen ego?
The followers: “how can it be?”
I gotta know how far will he go
Everyone can see the tree tops
Everyone the curtain split
One taste of the wine, and surely you will believe
The reason for this we made ourselves
A picket fence, a steeple high
The water will clear your cancer cells
The fear and your answers wait inside
Take ‘em from the back now
Your chance, one in a million
Their heads are filling with doubt
All the boys rise up to see it
All the girls with heavy fists
Stay back from the fire, the children will not be deceived
You can’t piece it back together
Your plan is moot and undone
Stand aside and let her
Pick up from where you first crumbled,
and start anew with burned up maps
They say, If you ask, then surely you will receive
If ancient man could only think
His prayers to the patron saint of power
Would awake woman at her kitchen sink
Your future’s in the hands of thorny flowers
And the reason for this we made ourselves
A picket fence, a steeple high
The water will kill your cancer cells
Your fears have nowhere else to
Nowhere, nowhere to hide
You want what man did? Give me a weekend
I will rebuild it and then repeat it
It’s not a secret, don’t have to keep it
How can you turn it?
Oh! We could just burn it, could just turn it,
We could just burn it away
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5. |
Postcards from Space
04:28
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I came across a forest clearing,
the solid ground an empty drum
I turned to see a doe appearing
and with a breath turn back to run
I stumbled in the same direction
as if I’d find some answer there
And stopped upon my own reflection
That threw a new song to the air
Where do I go
when my fear is growing
and the pressure’s all around
and memories are gone?
Okay so maybe I fucked up then
We played like we had time to kill
Then dawn arose and something happened
We swallowed our own bitter pill
Where do we go
when dark is calling
and the morning’s empty
and the bees have no more air
between their knees?
Tell me I can't be the only one
that hears these angels sing
The valley [under me] beneath me closes and I’m free from gravity
I gazed upon a bitter ending
A planet with no more to share
One last speck of dust descending
A postcard signed, “I’ll see you there”
Where do we go
when the birds are drowning
and the ice is melting
and the fish are flying circles ‘round our feet
Tell me I can’t be the only one
that hears these angels sing
The valley [under me] beneath me closes
and I’m free from gravity
I hear her sing
I can hear her sing
I could not face the song that you sang
the sanity hung in the bell that you rang
and it’s nothing at all like my dreams
I’m reaching for me
I’m nothing at all and I am everything
And I breathe
I breathe
I breathe
[Here where the fault lies, enter the hive mind, I've been stuck here for a thousand years, hoping you walk by. Hubble just floats by, dark of the moon light, I'll be in here for ten million years, stuck inside your eye]
Your future has come
The boys don’t know whether
to bow or to run
She’s awake now
The cycle’s returned
Bride needs no groom
Don’t you see what you’ve done
She’s awake now
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6. |
(interlude)
02:41
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Here’s to the land of the long leaf pine,
The summer land where the sun doth shine,
Where the weak grow strong and the strong grow great,
Here’s to “Down Home,” the Old North State!
Here’s to the land of the cotton bloom white,
Where the scuppernong perfumes the breeze at night,
Where the soft southern moss and jessamine mate,
‘Neath the murmuring pines of the Old North State!
Here’s to the land where the galax grows,
Where the rhododendron’s rosette glows,
Where soars Mount Mitchell’s summit great,
In the “Land of the Sky,” in the Old North State!
Here’s to the land where maidens are fair,
Where friends are true and cold hearts rare,
The near land, the dear land, whatever fate,
The blest land, the best land, the Old North State!
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I couldn’t help myself when you were around
All I wanted was to set it all down
I could've loved you but I couldn’t falsify
Everyone that saw me coming
Solid, or otherwise
You could’ve told me that you’d wake to the sound
Of the sinner, incandescent, and loud
I would’ve told you but I couldn’t see your eyes
You’re the one that saw me coming
Liquid, or otherwise
Leave it up to the full
Or the halves,
To the shade
If we brave the darkness at midnight
To the heat that calls our names
And take our place in the moonlight
Black Phillip knows your birthday!
Hold, hold up your hands to the sky
Ask G*d for the unknowable Why
That said, I couldn’t trust the answers anyway
Phillip is the second coming
I’ll just ask Him instead
Going once, it’s our DNA
Going twice, a multiple of the strain
Third time, we couldn’t see it’s eyes
Phil’s the one that saw me coming
Something, or otherwise
We’re all dyed in the wool
And our filth
Will remain
If we brave the darkness at midnight
To the heat that calls our names
And take our place in the moonlight
Black Phillip knows your birthday!
...lead or follow the same
...the gallows call my name!
4x
Every little Mary Lee
will get a bright idea, don’t let her see,
Keep her with a lock and key
What she doesn’t know can’t set her free
The apple of her eye may turn
Like a sinful world; we’d rather it burn
than leave her with a will to learn
The last to act may be the first to find the urn
Righteous men beware
Shield your eyes from her golden hair
or wake up in the devil's snare
It’s peak season, the perfume’s in the air
But will you regret
living a lie? To be the fool and mystified
Come to the wood and join the ride
Remove the binds that tie you to the pride
Goats, or lambs, your guess as good as mine
The night’s so young let knowledge be your bride
Black Phillip wants to blow your candles out!
Let him!
Dawn again broken,
The fauna and flora sing:
Be, rather than seem.
[phillip speaks]
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8. |
Age of Man
02:48
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Who are we to drag the stars down
Can you hear the interstellar sound
I can’t come to your big party
I’ll be sick that day
The bug will make its way back to me
I just sense it
And if my telephone keeps ringing
I’ll flush it down the drain
The thought of losing touch is freeing
What if I go insane?
Your belief in me is wasted
The tides will sweep the age of man
There’s something in the air this season
I think I’ll take the bait
No profit points us to the reason
So maybe it’s too late
It’s hard to tell if I’ve been dreaming
Or asking where you are
And keep wondering what you’re thinking
What if I’ve gone too far?
One small leap into the wasteland
I’ll never walk this plane again
Keep the favors
Break the ground
You’ve taken Eden
And burned it down
A sonic wave will leave you
Bracing for life
If the wild stampede don’t
Take you alive
Your belief in me is wasted
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9. |
Cinderella
04:40
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What if I just take this umbrella
Open up and say fuck if it’s inside
What if I pretend I’m Cinderella
Maybe stoner princes like a cursed bride
Blew the tv, at a lot of peaches
But the newsboys still come knocking my pride
They say Harry’s got a little lady
And green grass stills-a-growing outside
Oh really? Fuck. I’m dying.
Harry! Baby! I’m dying!
Free me baby from the deep sea of delusion
You’re candy and I need your sweet decay
Why should I retire
If it’s already on fire?
Why account for border babies?
They aren’t giving you nothing
No votes or vanity please,
Your work for pennies.
Your leader is a racist fuck.
Harry! Baby! I’m dying!
Free me baby from the deep sea of delusion
You’re candy and I need your sweet decay
Why should I retire
If it’s already on fire?
The face of my God is sewn into ruin
I’m afraid I’ve let Her down
But babies cry for some absolution
Will she let our children drown
Will she let our children drown
We pray for your grand execution
But you don’t hear a sound
The rabbits prepare revolution
The lions await their round
Or burn it all down, is the final solution?
Why should I?
Why should I retire
If it’s already on fire?
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10. |
Morning Glory
06:47
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Last night, three serious adults
danced to pop songs in my living room.
Down half a bottle of James,
throats tingly, senses awakened,
we agreed on three truths among us:
existence on Earth is much too fleeting,
our spirits are much too free and
our bodies that hold them much too curious.
And on the back porch, we announced these truths
to the January air and the nocturnals inhabiting,
Like Old Dickey, in his Strength of Fields plea,
we each sighed, “Lord, let me shake with purpose.”
And what began shortly thereafter
in the soft carpeted listening room,
as shy shoulder sways and toe taps,
evolved rapidly into a mad dancing trinity;
a twirling, twisting outright pissed promenade!
Both united and unique in our movements,
we each performed in this rite for an audience of merely
one another, and three insects who’d heard the ruckus,
accepting the most ridiculous twitch and rattle
as a divine work of art, from the Lord herself.
Then back out to the cold for us, once our work was done.
All our time has led to this, I’ll complain until I’ve lost my voice
Now the train has moved along (and I, as if I’ve had a choice)
Ever want to find me I’ll be lying in the ground
My address is easy; it’s the dirt
Well if this is what you choose the dollar has another sign
[a ticket to ride on a vessel of love will cost you more than average market price]
And you’re fine with all you’ll lose? I’ve got it now; I bit my pride
[as the wheels go up, what you could change only affects what you will become]
I’ll be six feet under in four solid walls of sound
Keeping your space clean for what it's worth
You’d make me slave to your demise
And if you could hide it would you try?
But I’m lost to your intention, holy one
Did you pray that it could be?
Amazed by your invention
It’s almost like you wanted them to see
So let me use my poor memory
To reconstruct from wasted years
Don’t confuse this rarity
For caring that you’ve “faced your fears”
Ever want to find me I’ll be lying in the ground
My address is easy; it’s the dirt
Well if this is what you choose the dollar has another side
[a ticket to ride on a vessel of love will cost you more than average market price]
And you’re fine with all you’ll lose? I’ve got it now; I bit my pride
[as the wheels go up, what you could change only affects what you will become]
I’ll be six feet under in four solid walls of sound
Keeping your space clean for what it's worth
You’d make me slave to your demise
And if you could hide it would you try?
But I’m lost to your intention, holy one
Did you pray that it could be?
Amazed by your invention
It’s almost like you wanted them to see
Let me use my poor memory
To reconstruct from wasted years
[as the wheels go up, what you could change!]
I know the phases of the moon can’t tell my story
The flare of the sun in the morning glory
Well pick me up by my feet and spin me around
Lately I’ve been too high to see the ground
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11. |
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Doctor called today
He said my time’s run out
Words of comfort are reserved for the wealthy
“Have you had enough?”
Sought the skull in my hand
Paint your face and set your clock back
Turning, Turning,
The other side of the coin is burning,
longing for its valentine
She finds me in my sleep
Making circles with my tongue
Only in a moment’s time, she’ll
Draw the last breath from my lungs
In the morning’s light
I’ll swear it wasn’t me
Baking poison into pies as
lovers fall to kiss my feet
Help, my dear… I think I might…
Let her out… to play.
I found a little time
Before the hour of truth
Words of comfort are reserved for the wealthy
“Are you strong enough?”
Sought the skull in my hand
Rise and take your daily dose
Turning, Turning,
Another cigarette is burning,
longing for its glass of wine
She finds me in my sleep
Making circles with my tongue
Only in a moment’s time, she’ll
Draw the last breath from my lungs
In the morning’s light
I will swear it wasn’t me
Baking poison into pies as
lovers fall to kiss my feet
Help, my dear… I think I
I might...
My body starts to rise
Candle finds the flame
Awoken by a sound…
She’s calling my name
I reach beyond the thin veil
at the corner of my bed
And they all had the nerve to say
that it’s all been in my head
And the earth is turning red
And the sky is turning red
And my eyes are turning red
The crowd finds their hero.
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Fantømex Asheville, North Carolina
Post-hardcore inspired, fun-time having, Western NC based band.
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