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Attic and Basement
05:08
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I’ll sneak up. You slink down.
And I’ll meet you in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
I’ll creep up. You sleaze down.
And we’ll steal ourselves some time to raise a little hell tonight
Though they try to ignore us
Despise us and deplore us
Oh, we’re meant to be
I hulk low. You skulk high.
In the shadows in the margins in the corners of their eyes
I howl low. You sigh high.
And you’ll hear it in the ringing of the pipes when it is time
Though they try to divide us
To hide us and deride us
Oh we have to be
Between attic and basement
There’s a place just for us
Between attic and basement
There’s a place just for us
Who’s to say what’s forbidden?
What’s for daylight, what’s hidden?
Love is love, and our’s is free
Between attic and basement
There’s a place just for us
Between attic and basement
There’s a place just for us
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Zevangelism
04:04
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Just a moment of your time
To talk about the resurrection
Oh you’re busy? Well that’s fine
Here’s a pamphlet for inspection
It sounds funny, what I said?
I don’t mind a bit of laughter
But you need to plan ahead
Think about the ever after
Because everybody dies
And everybody hungers
And faith might promise heaven
But the truth is in the numbers
It really is that simple, so you see
If you’ve an appetite for afterlife, feed me
We’re the fastest growing creed
You see it spreads like an infection
Soon we’ll be the number one
Here’s a graph with a projection
It makes you angry, what I said?
Where’s God in this equation?
You won’t give God another thought
When you’re united in our nation
Because everybody dies
And everybody hungers
And faith might promise heaven
But the truth is in the numbers
It’s inevitable, don’t you see?
So why not get it over, feed me
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Head On
03:40
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Come out your hiding place, show your pretty face
Take a pinch of courage
Walk like a giantess, show adversaries
That you’ve got no worries
But you do
The torches and the pitchforks and the scorn
Just be you
Dry your tears and face your fears. Head on.
And though you want to sing, you’d do anything
To miss a confrontation
But you got allies, hon, here to shield you
From the inundation
Yes you do
The slings and barbs, the poison pouring on
Aren’t true
I know you want to head off. But Head on.
It’s not about being beautiful
It’s not about being nice
It’s not about fitting in with some idea of what is ‘right’
It’s not about being acceptable
To make our faces fit
The only thing that you have to be’s yourself and that is all there is to it
And we love you
And we love you
And we love you
And we love you.
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Found Footage
04:52
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Down from the road, through a copse
Shouts flying like fowl from a gunshot
Cursing as the ground turns soft
Beside the still water, the still water
Bearded grasses sway and nod
There should be bird song, but there’s not
The stink of something cursed by God
Beside the still water, the still water
Tuft of white on golden gorse
Shouts again, desperate, hoarse
Silver glinting in the mud
Beside the still water, the still water
Smear of mud obscures the view
One wet print and one left shoe
And ripples fracturing in the blue
Stilling like a mirror till there’s just
The still water, the still water
The still water, the still water
The still water, the still water
The still water, the still water
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Rooted
05:04
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You say I’m rooted
I say I’m snared
You say I’m stupid
I say you’re scared
That I’ll walk
And I want to walk, I want to
You say I’m settled
Happy at home
I say I’m fettered
I want to be gone
Want to walk
Yes I want to walk, I want to
I want to walk
Yes I want to walk, I want to
I didn’t mean to be here
I had my eyes on the horizon, oh
A second’s all it took these roots
To sink into the soil of your soul
You say I’m tangled
I say I’m clear
You say I’m distant
I say I’m still here
But I want to walk
Yes I want to walk, I want to
I want to walk
Yes I want to walk, I want to
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These exhausted candles, the dead-eyed TV
The shivering fire has no warmth in it
But you’re not going anywhere
No you’re not going anywhere
Outside the window, the bristling sky
The murderous looks between us
But I’m not going anywhere
No I’m not going anywhere
Until you leave this house, Jerry
Until you leave this house, son
Why don’t you leave us already
Get gone
The embers of morning are damp and grey
I’m tight as a wire, I am humming
But I’m not going anywhere
No I’m not going anywhere
Until you leave this house, Jerry
Until you leave this house, son
Why don’t you leave us already
Get gone
Because oh something’s got to give here
Oh something’s got to give here
Oh someone’s got to blink soon
Me or you
The patter of ashes, the residual heat
The sting of the smoke in my eyes
Guess that stain isn’t coming out
Now you’re not going anywhere
No you’re not going anywhere
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7. |
Here Come Them Monsters
04:00
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You know that they’re under the beds squeezing in with the reds
Is it any surprise that you’ve tripled your meds?
All the familiar faces faking phoney smiles
All the everyday places are suddenly hostile
Here they come
The closet holds no terrors for you anymore
Because everything in it is out, and there’s more
All those people are saying these creepshows got rights
They’re just walking around in the broad daylight
Here come them monsters
Here come them monsters
Here come them monsters
Here come them monsters
All you want’s for the world to be
Safe, the way it used to be
When everybody went to church
And respectable weren’t a dirty word
All you want is your fellow man
To be something you can understand
All you want’s the world to stop
Changing
Here they come
All of your friends agree, least you think they do
But you’re suspicious that some of them are in on it too
With their needles and their microchips and the radio waves
It’s enough to make you paranoid, just like the good old days
Here come them monsters
Here come them monsters
Here come them monsters
Here come them monsters
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Mnemosyne
04:48
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A monster awaits
Ravenous, indiscriminate
And even the Fates
Have no means of controlling it
I pray, Mnemosyne
Tell your beast to spare me
I pray, Mnemosyne
Tell your beast to spare me
It might be too late
I think it’s got the scent of me
More signs every day
The fraying of my memories
I pray, Mnemosyne
Tell your beast to spare me
I pray, Mnemosyne
Tell your beast to spare me
So many moments, more priceless than gems
Don’t rip them from my grasping hands
So many treasures to fall to the maw
But if it has to be, leave me this one most of all
I pray, Mnemosyne
Tell your beast to spare me
I pray, Mnemosyne
Tell your beast to spare me
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9. |
The Salt Solution
03:52
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Sow a circle tight around you
White of ritual and white of binding
Keep the demons at bay
Scatter crystals in the sunlight
White as purity and bright as blinding
So we all can see
It’s always the salt the solution
The witness for the persecution
It’s always the salt solution
With you
See a pack of crows alighting
Crowding in and calling down the thunder
Cackling all of the names
But you give as good as you get
Spitting dry and bitter till they scatter
In a flurry of wings
It’s always the salt the solution
The witness for the persecution
It’s always the salt solution
With you
See the tears begin to glitter
Scintillating as they dry on shelfs of stone
For later
We know you like to take an inch
Maybe for once you’ll take a pinch
Swallow down your pride and rinse it through
Scrub the salt and let a little angel through
It’s always the salt the solution
The witness for the persecution
It’s always the salt solution
With you
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10. |
Black Cab Driver
05:12
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Black cab driver
Tell me all the things you’ve seen
Through the sliding screen
In all your miles around the world
Doing it for your girls
All those faces
All the secrets you could share
Who’s a champ and who’s creep back there
In all the revolutions on your clock
Red-lit when you stop
Three sweet names stenciled on the back
A photo by the meter, friend
Helps you focus, keep on track
And I guess that’s all that matters in the end
Black cab driver
All the stories you could tell
But there’s some you never will
You never saw anything mate
You never saw anything
You never saw anything mate
You never saw anything
Three sweet names stenciled on the back
A photo by the meter, friend
Guides you when the night is black
And I guess that’s all that matters in the end
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Retreat
04:00
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Before you wake I’ll retreat
To where the oldest of trees
Circle an autumn clearing
A dusty red cap ring
Guarded by honeyed briars
And by the fiercest of birds
The crake and owl, my alarms
While I number my harms
And when I go there you won’t find me
Like I never was, never was in this world
When I go there you won’t find me
Like I never was, never was in this world
You won’t find me
Like I never was
You say I mythologise my misery
And maybe that’s true
But maybe that’s what men have to do
To get through
There’s running water nearby
That hears my troubles, soothes my mind
It sings as it tugs them away
And gives me peace for a day
And when I go there you won’t find me
Like I never was, never was in this world
And when I go there you won’t find me
Like I never was, never was in this world
You won’t find me
Like I never was
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12. |
Map and Treasure
03:48
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Driving on the backroads
Winter eighty nine
The right side of midnight
And the sky is so clear
You don’t need your lights
The road to yourself tonight
And the stars are the map and the treasure
The past and the future, sure and forever
A message written in ancient light
Everything’s gonna be all right
Dozen miles to go yet
But where’s the fire
Still the right side of midnight
Love is waiting
With the low banked fire
This gift is for you tonight
The stars are the map and the treasure
The past and the future, sure and forever
A message written in ancient light
And everything’s gonna be all right
A whole lot further down the road
Blinked and you missed it
Now it’s the wrong side of midnight
The thing you thought was solid gold
Tarnished when you kissed it
But that’s just how it goes in life
The stars are still the map and the treasure
The past and the future, sure and forever
A message written in ancient light
That everything’s gonna be all right
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