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Bitter Brush
05:35
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All day, you go underground
Stomping below me I hear you pound
Hurling your work around your marlstick
Canvasses five layers thick
Scratching at oil wells under your finger nails
Lay down your bitter brush and paint me
All night away from here
Far from our chambers you disappear
Courting the buccaneers who masquerade
In false moustache, in retrograde
I acquiesce and I excuse
I keep a window lit for you
Lay down your bitter brush
Your jaded knife
Your venom and aversion for my eyes
All day I palliate
Whitewash and patch up and wipe away
Casting your mistakes to memory
With everything you owe to me
The blemishes we both conceal
A scrape beneath will soon reveal
Lay down your bitter brush
Lay down your dinted brush
Lay down your bitter brush and paint me
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Stop the Train
05:42
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A Man in a Bubble
So harmed by his trouble
He can’t find the key to release
His name is destruction
His fear’s an obstruction
He’s hoping that the chain of pain will cease
Stop the train
Stop the train
Stop the train
Stop!
Hera’s an illusion
To fuel dissolution
He can’t get the deathless Gods to decease
Escapes not an option
The lies are eruption
He’s looking for the golden fleece
He’s lost on the wrong tracks
Of the things that he lacks
To change from his ways of, his days of abuse
The rails lead to hell
His soul he would sell
To jump tracks into the eternal abyss
Stop the train
Stop the train
Stop the train
Stop!
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Endless Truth
06:06
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A cat broke out the commons
We better throw some shade
Find a lie to turn their eye
And toss another media hand-grenade
Doctor says “We’ll spin you on your little heads”
The endless truth was overdue
Was all I needed out of you
Pariah blew his whistle
And started giving names
Got inside but hands were tied
Til nobody believed in national shame
The paper read “Wear patriotic epaulets”
The endless truth was overdue
Was all I needed out of you
The endless truth was overdue
Was all I needed out of you
Tactical surrender
Count the pocket change
Every time we lose a line
Is when another profiteer gets paid
Reporter led with “Give the hen your daily eggs”
The endless truth was overdue
Gonna give it back to you
The endless truth was overdue
Gonna give it back to you
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4. |
Death of the Motor Car
05:54
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A foot in the grave
A turn of the page
So eloquently
Condemning our race to rust in dissertation
And every bore
Scholar and more
Was given to read his philosophy on
The death of the motor car
Death of the motor car
Death of the automobile
Formative Years
To all of his peers
The future is bleak
Buried his cause and bound in academia
A corduroy man
With chalk on his hands
Elected to speak
His decree was
The death of the motor car
Death of the motor car
Death of the automobile
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