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I climb this hill to build you up.
They say no man is an island.
With wood and rocks I built this hut.
And we ate all our meals in silence.
If poor truth be our only love
Then where will lies find me.
For wood and rocks are not enough.
With out you nothing can build it.

I won't waste your time,
With nuts and bolts and pens and dimes,
I dream I'm color blind and lisp, can you,
Hear them calling from Hammersmith,
All the punk rock kids,
In their beds dreamin of hot (licks?), can you,
Hear them calling you now, you know,
This pretty tiger needs no electric friends,

I dreamed up the maps, give me charcoal and the paper now. We invent paths they cannot see, and they’re to scared walk. Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards, And I trapped God somewhere between the trump and the king of hearts.

Joni Mitchell said “we are stardust, we are golden”, we are all the same. Blood paints the story of our life, across the bathroom floor towards the drain. Funny how everything just piles up, till one day, you can’t believe how far you came. I’m made of mountains, made of metal, made of whiskey, and waves! You won’t believe your own breath, when the bold words finally escape your mouth. Keep your secrets hidden, till we’re certain of just what we’ve found. Yeah, they bleed just like us, but our calling is what shapes us now. We won’t be held back, won’t be tied up, WE WON’T BE PINNED DOWN Not now.

I dreamed up the maps, give me charcoal and the paper now. We invent paths they cannot see, and they’re to scared walk. Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards, And I trapped God somewhere between the trump and the king of hearts.

It came to me, as strange as it seems, From a simple deck of cards laid ace to kings. With my fingernail slipped under King Charlemagne, I flipped the edge and traced the grain, and watched it fall like a breaking wave. The ace of spades was last to splash. Trump to suicide kings, they all turned Bicycle backs. I stared in the pattern, a pair of seraphim flashed, And it just fit, elegant, “aww shit!”. That’s that. Its strange how you can waste away pained with one thing, The watchmaker breaks sweat, he can’t tame a dumb spring. Then one day its as plain as the nose above your smug grin, like, “look what the cat dragged in…” Woke from a dream, hands heavy in cold sweat, Jumped from the bed, snatched up charcoal quick. Sketching frantically upon the bedroom brick, It came together and it fit like this: “Give me a lever and a place to stand, I’ll move the world” You think you’re clever, but you never, seen how it really works.

I dreamed up the maps,
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
the trump and the kind of hearts.

Когда я вижу горный лесной пожар
Он напоминает мне о ночи проведенной с тобой на берегу реки в течение нескольких часов, мы стояли с тобой рука об руку и не могли оторваться
Слишком глубокое дерьмо, чтобы погрузиться в него
Слишком страшно довериться судьбе, которая ждет нас обоих и вернет нас обратно на землю
Лесной пожар имеет запах в ем есть оределеная сладость, что вводит в заблуждение нас и не дает поверить в прекрасное
Вид тепла вы чувствуете внутри ваших ног излучающий вверх от земли в пределах своего тела
Если бы я был умнее я никогда не дал бы ему подарить тебе обручальное кольцо его мамочки но я пошел вперед разные города и я больше никогда не звонил тебе снова и твой мозг никогда не слушает песни, которые поет твое сердце
Я не не христианин, я е Божий сын

Well it's hope, it's hope, that has me staring to the burning sky
I know, I know, there's something hidden, on the other side
I woke, I woke with such a feeling I could never rise
Now I'm gazing skyward till the sun just burned me blind

Burned me blind, burned me blind
Burned me blind, burned me blind

Everyone who is drinking, is already drunk or sleeping. Everyone who isn't, is just too political to talk to. Another summer evening, and the city's barely breathing, it just ain't the same just ain't the same without you.

There ain't no magic in materials, the magick's in our words, that we whisper in each other's ears to make diamonds outta dirt. There ain't glory in the silken things, the glory's in the hurt, that can split your skin from end to end, down to the center of the earth.

I wasn't joking bout my burial, the backyard's where i prefer. But, my landlord wouldn't like that, i gotta own a backyard first. So, i'll keep singing y'all these spirituals, and pray it lifts the curse, that keeps me chasing ghosts of dreams from my funeral to birth, in reverse, in reverse, in reverse.

Sitting on a futon mat, in a squat in Darmstadt,
Kevin Seconds said to me in passing,
“Age never meant shit to me. It’s all about heart and stupidity”,
And I thought that there’s no better way to live.
We were on the stairs in Brno, when she bit my lip and choked my throat,
And a hi-ball glass shattered above our heads.
It seemed her lover listened through the walls, while we were kissing, arm in arm,
I left and spent the night alone instead.

--I know these aren't right, but I tried my best. Help?--

Baptised in soft skin with bitten lips
I passed by her lost in the sketchy land
Lines of breadcrumbs retrace for the ride
Bathed in the blue light of perfect american nights
american nights
funny right lovely night song sets pace

pretty patricia was a nervous wreck
deadened by the darvocet
furnished by a charlatain
posing as a pharmacist

propped behind a pearly desk
she wears the phone with burdened breath
and hands she holds for reasons wanton

You say the world's in shambles and the kids have lost their minds,
you can have your heroes.
Your heroes ain't mine.

They swear I'm just an idealist and my faith is blind,
they can have their heroes.
Their heroes ain't mine.

I saw the door and I looked through the entrance
Stare down night sky, dot pattern seeming endless
Broken friendship, dandy dog on leash
Door latch caught spot, shoe stomp on street

Tape deck plays and the reels will spin
Suburb sound close down as boom-bap begin
My red face hide in the shade of the trees

Amongst the tires and broken trees,
all washed up on rubble beach.
You were the best lover I never loved,
tucked beneath the seaweed sheets.
Little scraps of shells and sand caked around your shaky hand,
as the little fingertips slide inside my belt loop again.
Your matted hair and sappy stair lost inside the haze of the sun,
stumbling in a three legged race,

Every old salt knows a song to sing, when things go wrong, and things go wrong,
that can resurrect men with mighty hymns, cannot raise the diving bell.

With their hands cut open in the line and weeping, sea swelled like the ribcage, a lions breathing,
They pulled 'til you swore that the rope was bleeding, their core poured from the palms of gods and heathens
When their bell dipped down in the ____ deep, and they know many omens are spoken evil,
but those poor souls that know that awful feeling, fate dancing like their lancing ___

You're turning off your course again
That fall would kill a stronger man
With hungry headlights closing in
St John is looking welcoming
Death is always closer than
Death is closer than all your friends
Death is closer than we think
He's closer than your friends and things

William holds his palm out proud
Upon the Bible, lays it down
And solemnly swears against it
That every word is true
Searching through the faceless crowd
In the hallowed auditorium
He sees that everyone is turned against him
And his endless pursuit

Where ever we go, we'll never be lost,
Some follow the compass rose, some follow the cross
Me, I follow roads compulsively, till sirens call me off.
Then I wander eyes closed, following songs
This river's a hymnal, the leaves are applause
The trees sing in whispers, with the wind pulling their arms
Hold still, and listen, your hand on my heart,
If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start.

I am a soldier baby,
who works just like a slave,
sweating through the pain of digging his foxhole that he know is just a grave.
You trust me don't you baby?
You'd hand your life to me.
Let's walk along the wire and watch the muzzles flash like lightning.

A smile safe-crackers understand, is rendering this steady hand obsolete,

Every song I sing cuts a little bit more
You could never connect the copper cast with the mold
You could never guess, you could never guess
You could never guess where I come from, no

Every mile I drive, further down this road
Tears a little more off of my bones
And you could never guess, you could never guess

I'd grown accustomed to the touching
The stares and the umbrellas
That you held atop my hair
When the subtle rain befell us

The acrobat safely steps
Above the safety net
Faced the lengthy stretch

I know it's hopeless hell
Ain't big enough to hold us back
Come on let's pick a fight
We hunt for trouble tonight

I know it's hopeless hell
Ain't big enough to hold us back
Come on boys we're right

Two years spent before the mast
And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding
If word got loose, you'd face the lash
And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent
Things are not always as they seem to be
Outside us
Devil got poor Persephone
But they can't take