1. |
A Nervous Cigarette
03:29
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A NERVOUS CIGARETTE
I remember lyin' on the grass outside your house
waiting for stars to turn
and the world to spit us out
cryptic bones, feeling so tragic and alone
I remember lying on the grass outside, waiting, waiting...
What do i have to lose?
always in the same place hiding
what do i have to lose?
always in the same place lighting
a nervous cigarette
a nervous cigarette.
I forget the reason but the mornings make me sick
no patient conversations are ever quite like this
cryptic bones, sleeping so sad and so alone
I forget the reason why i’m waiting, waiting....
What do i have to lose?
always in the same place hiding
what do i have to lose?
always in the same place lighting
a nervous cigarette
a nervous cigarette.
and you slip away, yeah you slip away
chorus repeat
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2. |
Evil Eye
04:40
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You better start moving now
if you’re trying to beat the crowd
and keep your arms out of reach.
careful whatcha wishing for
changing like the metaphor
that always fit you neatly.
And long before the tears
would fall on deaf ears.
Evil Eye
if you’re gonna go blind
you better look right through me
Don’t be shy
if you’re looking for trouble
don’tcha dare say sorry.
Believe what you wanna believe
but killer are the killer bees
that always swarm inside you.
Brittle are the brittle bones
that haunt the broken homes
and wear the dust like perfume.
Evil Eye
if you’re gonna go blind
you better look right through me
Don’t be shy
if you’re looking for trouble
Don’tcha dare say sorry.
Evil Eye
if you’re gonna starting shakin shakin it up somewhere
Far behind
the enemy lines and
don’t you dare say sorry.
say the last thing that comes to mind
cause you’re wasting everybody's time
but before you find a reason to doubt
you better try to figure it out
Evil Eye
if you’re gonna go blind
you better look right through me
Don’t be shy
if you’re looking for trouble
Don’tcha dare say sorry.
Evil Eye
if you’re gonna starting shakin shakin it up somewhere
Far behind
the enemy lines and
don’t you dare say sorry.
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3. |
Orchestra of Frustration
03:17
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Let's say you're stuck inside the idea
something's gonna bite you
so you down it like a bottle of religion
I cautiously remind you
somewhere deep inside you
you're slightly more annoying than you used to be.
yeah, the mark of the beast
it's written on you
on the back of your neck
in the things you do.
yeah the mark of the beast
it's got to be there
this shit show you've created
is an orchestra of frustration
Let's say you’re breaking all the silence
and constantly remindin’
everyone that you are still the victim.
you know you’re never humble
as kingdom's form and crumble
without a second thought as to where you've been
yeah, the mark of the beast
it's written on you
on the back of your neck
in the things you do.
yeah the mark of the beast
it's got to be there
this shit show you've created
is an orchestra of frustration
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4. |
Buried At Last
03:52
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Cut off a piece, buried at sea
Setting a fire
to what you knew
So long in the face
but gone are the days
when talking was easy, but always cruel.
And anyone would know
you were digging up the past
you stagger then you fall
is it’s buried at last?
Ignoring all you're told
but blind until you see
and if anyone would know,
yeah, you’d know better than me
It won’t leave a mark, unless it’s so hard
the water is dripping as you move
but biting your nails, will get you nowhere
Distracted by something so odd and cool.
And anyone would know
you were digging up the past
you stagger then you fall
is it’s buried at last?
Ignoring all you're told
but blind until you see
and if anyone would know,
yeah, you’d know better than me
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5. |
Killing Time
03:59
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If, you always remember me
I, won’t care who forgets
and for all, I know
I wasted it all again
and all, I know
I never was here.
and if you, only had paced yourself
you could have remembered well
I saw shadows turning red
how much ,blood was being shed
all ties severed until we start
fading standing still and marked
erased, cut, eject, release
we gasp, find it hard to see
awake but never there alive
this place is only killing time.
if, only you dreamt of me
I, could dream of you too
and for all, i know
I wasted a dream again
all I know is
I’ll never go back there.
and if you, only had paced yourself
you could have remembered well
I saw shadows turning red
how much ,blood was being shed
all ties severed until we start
fading standing still and marked
erased, cut, eject, release
we gasp, find it hard to see
awake but never there alive
this place is only killing time.
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Bearwallow Landenberg, Pennsylvania
a collaboration between Randy and Gavin
Randy Garvine - guitars, bass, drums, keys
Gavin Conner - vocals, guitar
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