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I see steamed broccoli in a large copper bowl.
It reminds me of your mind that you used to hold.
But it all broke free and the vegetables did fly
Every one’s turning orange in this beta carotene sty.
What started out healthy will bring all our ends.
We created a savory sauce out of blood from our friends.
You see all of the cowards were chopped into bits.
Now we’ve found the chickens to throw in our dish.
And weeee! all swirl in this hellish culinary force.
General Tso looks down laughing at his favorite main course.
You want your mind back so your fork and knife stab in.
A silver column of death making our numbers grow thin.
You pick around the broccoli cause you like the lack of thought.
You’re stomach becomes a destroyer wreaking deadly onslaught.
And with my apron stained and my cooking tools all worn.
Tonight I try to sleep away memories of when you were “reborn”.
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Season Salt
04:01
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The spring is just a trick.
It just rebirths again the things we tried to kill the last year.
I try to make the idea stick.
That I am nothing but a butcher hacking hacking hacking
The summer's growing stale.
All these dried up resolution lakes house all the old folks bones.
When the sea king is unveiled.
We'll dance around in our embalming apocalyptic dance
The fall is full of night.
Never sleeping always watching for that final murder blow.
Since the day I first saw light.
I've always known it's coming quick and we can't dodge forever.
The winter's all i've got.
The cold brings love if you can fill it up with all your heart.
But this crystal vessel's shot.
This hopeless lover is now patching patching patching patching.
My only hope.
My lovely ghost.
My love.
My lie.
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3. |
She Looks Purple
06:58
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“ She looks Purple”
She's got so many loud things to say,
but stutters in her head when she describes them.
It's all something we both recognize,
but cannot quite let die, And i'm cross stitching progress
to drape around our old house. She's here cooking fruit preserves;
Oh what a nostalgic girl!
Music makes me feel sick, but I still like the night life.
Some is gold. And all is black. Now everything is purple,
Does she also think everything is purple?
THAT SYRINGE LOOKS OVERFILLED! GOOD GRACE HAVE MERCY!
Dangerous rescue; or is it just kids’ nap?
There’s trouble brewing I just fear is wasted time.
I’m stuck pointing fingers, while she pops her knuckles.
You know that depletes cartilage. She’s losing flexibility.
As she fell through the ice, down into the lake.
It exploded in white as my hands break.
And when I dove in and took the kiss instead,
Of making the call that would save my love.
I cannot think what to do.
Mewing under running water.
It’s so LOUD.
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Guiding Star
04:42
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Well look at you now.
You’ve gone and sold yourself just to look through something else
And I don’t see how you see through your window.
Makes me wanna break my own.
I was swallowing poison
I was a spreading frost.
Now I try to burn brighter
And for now that’s still nothing at all.
Well look at you now.
You’ve gone and sold yourself just to look through something else
And I don’t see how you can stomach it.
Makes me wanna throw up myself.
I was swallowing poison
I was a spreading frost.
Now I try to burn brighter
And for now that’s still nothing at all.
Turbid faith like Dirty soap
You thought it all just screamed up hope
Well here it goes I’m fed up now!
I gotta pull you out and dress you down
I only saw the guiding star of being true
I only saw the guiding star of loving you
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Jesus For Sale
03:19
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Jesus for sale. Jesus for sale.
Give up your time and social events and you won’t face hell.
And of course you wear the proper dress.
You’ve got to look your Sunday best.
And never speak out of turn.
It’s the only way you’ll ever learn.
If you only send a little bit his way.
And this is the place where hearts will melt.
Where health and wealth and pelf is dealt.
Just look at what we’ve got.
Look at all the things we’ve got!
And if we do good we’ll fly someday.
With the angels and the gold and the gems oh hey
We’ll receive our prize for fighting the good fight.
If you'll only send a little bit his way.
They’re selling Jesus like free candy to children.
In an alley, in a rough town, in the night.
This bride is such a whore.
Unfit to meet the Lord.
It can drive you insane.
With a little plastic cross
we'll numb your sense of loss
while they take you away.
She's afraid to touch the dirt
so her hungry eyes search
for the next sucker saint.
With a bunch of easy tasks
forget the cross upon our backs.
Oh god I'm so ashamed when
We’re selling Jesus like free candy to children.
In an alley, in a rough town, in the night.
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Accomplice
06:12
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I can’t move my eyes
I can’t see subtle colors
All is bold and growing colder
They say it’s bad to get involved
With the suspects in investigations
This is a murder case
You look much too nice for killing
I can’t move my eyes
I can’t see subtle colors
All is bold and growing colder
With breath held down
I listen for door hinges
And become an accomplice
Oh I got involved
And now I’m burying friends
I’m growing older, feeling younger.
And praying every night that I’ll be stopped.
I can’t move my eyes
I can’t see subtle colors
All is bold and growing colder
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Early Church
06:11
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Don’t you wish we could go back to a time when community was crucial?
When friends would die for friends, stories had good ends
and everyone could spare a little time.
When people could meet together and share each others’ minds.
And everyone was more than willing to give love a try.
When people’d dance together and shake their dinosaur bones.
And no one really ever felt alone.
They would sell their things to help the poor
and jump and shout at funerals.
They’d spread around their blessings,
no Christianity aint communal.
When people would laugh together cause they didn’t know that much.
And from a mirror dimly lit their hearts were deeply touched.
When the aliens were welcomed. There were crop circles a plenty.
And though they had strange ways they loved them like family.
And people would pray together like God was right amongst them.
When instead of just wanting saved they’d genuinely praise him.
And they’d get their hands quite dirty when working with the corpses.
They knew that it was worth it being quite undead themselves.
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City Gates
05:32
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Red rover red rover I died in bed of clover.
My senses pushing me to the point of bliss .
So quickly, so thin, the wind did do me in.
What feelings are these to produce such a taste?
I've gotta cut back.
Dumb in my distorted freedom.
I haven't been awake for years.
What solitude, what serenity,
as I absorbed the plenty
and dove into a lucid green lake
That turned out to be a fake.
The horrors below.
Such hellish truths I know.
How could this be paired
with such show?
I felt every single blow
Like an unwanted kiss.
Is this a dream inside a coma?
Or am I just spitting up my happiness?
A lush banquet of false success.
Now I appreciate noise. It’s more honest.
Like a hidden truth
in a godly frequent lie.
I've been thinking too long.
And I'm not sure what's what.
I'm kissing strangers, stabbing friends
In a senseless bath of blood.
I see the path to take.
But you won't take me there.
The only way to free us both
Is to die and leave you here.
And forgive you.
I forgive you my love.
Red rover red rover
I died in bed of clover.
My senses pushing me to the point of waste.
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Forget the Sea
04:01
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Dear I need you to stay away from the ocean.
The waves look beautiful, but there’s no salt in the deep.
So lets stay inland and dream of the clouds.
Forget how unchanged their usual inhabitants are.
We still have summer twilight.
With the warm golden sky that fades down into shades of green.
Forget the sea.
Here we can comfortably breathe.
And staying dry we’ll keep our flavor.
Catching glimpses of Christ’s face in each other
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Mecca Baby
05:04
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Darling don’t bend the dinnerware.
Sure we got cracked lips and bruised knees.
But we’re not little children.
Though—we do have their eyes.
We can’t sleep at night.
I held a knife to my throat in the basement once
Just to get the noise to hush.
I read your shadows.
And starve at the table.
The knives scratch the plate
In the conveniently half lit room
Where the chance for compromise
Is thought of but not brought up
Except in damned jest.
I’ve walked five or six times,
around the Kaaba, which you reside in,
or maybe you are becoming?
You are becoming dead.
Our hearts are greedy and beautiful.
Which puts us at a natural attraction,
It’s just like the occult.
But we’re not little children.
Or at least, we can’t ever be little children.
I'm serious.
Do you trust me at all?
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Spry Old Men Greenville, South Carolina
Spry Old Men is the music child of Logan Galloway. Look for live performances around the southeast with Logan and/or friends.
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