1. |
New Burns
03:26
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New burns on the back of my hands, trying to stretch your attention span.
The fire's burning, but our hands are still cold. (I) can't hold you no more, I'm getting too old.
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2. |
Mahadeva
03:23
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I got a hand cramp from writing blank checks.
To your high ups, I'm taking all tucks and stealing view.
On the temple in your temple, I'm on the altar, I'm in your falter, I'm your father.
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3. |
Right Thru The Door
03:30
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Yes I'll walk right through the door.
I hope you're not expecting anymore.
I'll float up all the way to the stars.
I'll go further than anyone thought was far.
Yes, I'll walk right through the door.
No one can tell you what to do when you're walking on the moon.
Miles and miles away from you, yes, I'll walk right through the door.
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Black eyes and straight black hair, she could kill a man with that devil's stare.
When I see her walking down the street I lose the feeling in my feet.
I wanna touch her, but I can't because I know she's electric.
Oh, she's got a list from the garbage man with the flaming fists.
Lightning strikes where she walks, 'cause I know she's electric.
Her hands are made of acrylic, my hands are made of stone.
You never know when she's leaving 'cause she's so heavy when she goes.
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5. |
The Struggle (Pt. 1)
01:06
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6. |
The Struggle (Pt. 2)
03:39
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Two hours from midnight your pupils start to fix.
I can't even see right, "steady, steady, steady."
The stains on your pants are an ancient face: uprooting plants, staring me down.
"Well are you worth my time, and are you worth my tape? You're keeping me in line, but I can't stand up straight."
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Black Boots
02:29
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There's a leach in your cup that no one can see but I see.
I need to eat, and the carpet on the ground is lit.
Fall down, and kick it down with your black boots.
You left the pilot light on now your house is gone.
No imported sheets you're sleeping on, now burning.
Yeah but kick it down with your black boots.
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8. |
I. Video Store
03:36
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Sitting under the rewind in a corridor.
Taping up to the finish line.
What would you recommend, to take them home again?
House full of grey and falling for nothing else.
Deliveries made right to your door?
No, you go to the video store.
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9. |
II. VCR
06:12
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Fish are falling from the sky.
Into puddles they fall, to dine inside my walls.
Typically my memory revolves on a winding white paper ball.
She opens up her palm blossom, from where you're caught in.
It's just what you want: to get stuck and see all on my VCR.
My dreams are turning up blank.
I'm down at the bottom of your enemy's casket for show.
Coming down from the road, throws the dirt from under the rug.
No more connection where you are on my VCR.
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10. |
III. VHS
10:50
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11. |
IV. 5 Day Rental
01:20
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On the bank of the foyer, your fingers they know the land; it will eat you, and the horns will blow.
The water is reeling and crashing so loud.
Fault is ever in the hands of the crowd.
I am so small, and I do what I'm told, but from now on I will not fold.
You are a building and I am a son, you can only pretend that the fog rolls on.
The shadow that's casting on top of your bones, is as easily broken and scarcely as known.
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Wolf Nevada City, California
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Callum McKean
Kyle Hofland
Jacob Zaller
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