1. |
The Red Brick
05:25
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Oh will you ring the bell tonight?
And go ahead and spite some, a different kind of life
Will you go ahead and sing your praises to the crowd?
Go ahead, go ahead, yell it out loud.
Oh when the red brick goes and builds a new house that the birds can live in, that’s when everyone feels so excited about the future and the past, to finally mold together and become the present, or the present tense, or whatever the fuck
Who even cares
Who even cares
Just the birds livin’ in the house.
But when my mind finally clears from the dust cloud
That I’ve seen rain before
I can finally clear out all this dust
From my minds door,
and walk outside again
The Red Brick where the birds live
Seems so nice and sweet
I think I’m gonna mess around and
Get a new pair
Of dirty
Feet
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2. |
Interstellar Overdrive
04:02
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There’s a man
Walkin’ around the fair grounds
Hold in’ a picture of his wife
From before the house burnt down
Spittin’ our peanuts and
Poppin’ in chew
Man, in a couple of years, he could be
Just like you
And the crowd of teenagers snicker
“Look at him all alone”
But they don’t understand the trials and the hardships
He had to face in his home
Oh yeah
People have their own stories
People have their own glories
People have their own writing
People are always fighting
People have their stories
Of blood, sweat, and glory
People have their own stories
Think about it, when you see ‘em on the street
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4. |
Pandeling
02:22
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Panning
Planning
Handling
Caroline
It’s a shock
It’s a strike to the heart
I’m losing
I’m losing
I’m losing
Pandeling
Pandeling
I’m walkin’ on the street
Bare feet
Pandeling
Can you spare me a
Quarter more?
It’s all that I’m
Askin’ for
While I’m out here
Pandeling
While I’m walking in your house with wood
Paneling
Pandeling
Pandeling
Pandeling
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5. |
Emily's Swan Song
05:30
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Oh it’s your final day
Your swan song, will be sung
Don’t cry now, dear Emily
Your tears can take you away
Don’t cry dear Emily
You get to sing your swan song
Emily, where will I find you now?
Emily, why do you have to have a cow?
The ship was laced with goods
and wood to build
A home on the new land
Emily, you were so close
Why did you have to be unlawful with another man?
And I
Still remember
Times
In December
You would sit at my piano
Play me a tune
You called it
Your swan song
And now, in the late nights
All alone
With nothing but a candle light
I play your swan song over ‘til my bones fall out
From my hands
Oh Emily
Emily
Emily
Emily
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Dawning one
I put it in on the other
Sitting on a stoop
Praying for a brothers
Helping hand
Employed in plastic land
Head, rattled
Feet, straggled
On and on and on and on and on
The court jester raves
Oh will he be saved?
Or will he get bored?
Running into a glass door
*meow*
Well, well well well, well well well, well well well well
“OH YEAH”
“Black mirror, for being such an awesome show and being so deep and topical for whatever we’re doing.”
“Password?”
“Scrotum”
“So be it”
“Uh if you like what you see like and subscribe, I’m gonna be doing these a lot more now that I’m back from Iraq and Afghanistan thank you”
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7. |
Oh No!
03:35
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After Six Months
And after almost a year
I can walk, in the fields again
I’ve unchained the door
That holds the floorboards
In two or three groups
Creating a hole in the floor
Unchained by a door
I can walk in and out
And come out when my mind is less filled
With doubt
Oh No
Where did the time fly by?
Where did it go?
Get stoned and go back home
You people can’t come ‘round
Anymore
Why did they
Not sing a prayer?
To the god above
While they were locked
Down stairs?
I hate them
Why won’t they convert?
And start to work
In my church?
Why won’t they convert?
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
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8. |
My Sky is Falling
03:03
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It’s the march
Of the doctors and the lawyers and the bankers
All the money that you earned, all the money that you earned
Goes to me
All the money that you earned, all the money that you earned
Goes to me
And you won’t even see me comin’
You won’t even see me
That’s them knocking at your door
Wanting to get in they got papers to serve you
That’s them knocking at your door
They got papers to serve you
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9. |
The End of My Life
10:48
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Oh how come my feet are lifted
High in the sky
But my brains in the dirt
You know all the people I seem to love
I do nothing but hurt
This is the end of my life
No more pain, no more strife
At the end of 65 years
Will anyone, even shed, any more tears?
Oh when I’m a ghost
I’ll be at my funeral
Playing this very tune
Next to my
Casket of gold
The end of my life
Absorb my final brainwaves
See the memories and the stories
You can capture
I think about the green fields
And the black birds
I think about the past tense and how they
Treated me good
I think about people
and faces past
But I do not recognize any of them
The end of my life
The end of my life
No children
To live on my name
No things to leave in the will
Well I always said how I wanted to die and now that I’m here
I gotta say
What a drag
You know when I got this old
I thought I’d leave behind a legacy
This is the end of my life
Surrounded by white walls
With medical staff walking in the halls
Claiming they’re booking me up for my benefit
All they’re doing is plugging me in while I write my manuscript
And my memoirs
Oh no
Oh no
I’m gettin’ quite slow
Where, where
Where are the pearly gates
I was promised in prayer?
Why the hell would I want to go to heaven
If there’s no sin and vice uo there?
Why does the high altitude
Affect me, this much?
Why do I seem to use the idea
Of god as a crutch
And when I finally walk in the house
That held the birds
I see their two rotting corpses on the floor
The Red Brick house was inhabited no more
I had finally unlocked the door
And been able to walk inside the place I hadn’t been in years
But I must remember this important detail
When the hail comes in
The Red Brick won’t keep me safe from the storm forever
Yes The Red Brick won’t keep me safe from the storm
Forever
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