1. |
Foreword
02:11
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The drought felt almost like a scab picked to pieces by our pride
This only started in my eyes and then it grew into the arteries of my chest it's malignant fingers choked and calcification has barely even begun
Now I breathe for two
This is a part of me
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2. |
Prognostication
03:35
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Between the rivers a spit in the delta
I found a house there in shambles and fragments
People had told me a woman once lived there
She died alone with nobody to mourn
So on a grey morning I hiked through the marshes
Peeked in the window cracked open the door
A ghost at the table was crying alone
She beckoned me in with the curl of her finger
I'm sorry that you're lonely I am lonely too
If I had that kind of power I would love to stay here with you
But if I may inquire I really must know
I really don't want to share your fate which way should I go?
Well lo and behold we were there in the flesh
A raven haired maiden with beautiful skin
But I was a ghost and she stared right on through me
At the repulsive walls that now had replaced me
Child may I ask you to do a favor for me
Build a garden around this house and fill it's beauty
But I must warn you let this building rot
It will collapse upon your body all your work will be for naught
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3. |
Adrianna
04:12
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Oh Adrianna, you have known these walls and you probably don't care
Oh Adrianna, I'm tearing down these walls and I'm coming east for you
Oh Adrianna, there was fire in the fields and all across the skylines
Oh Adrianna, in the bed of my truck I had a chat with the stars
Oh Adrianna, they told me about a man who could cure disease
Come home, come home again
Oh Adrianna, you don't have to be so kind I'm sure you see right through my words
Oh Adrianna, you don't have to be so kind don't send your love to me anymore
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4. |
Swan Song
02:47
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On top of the alluvial fan amongst all the sediments
I took a final look upon the valley and the setting sun
The crops ablaze and the smoke is raised
The fall has come and gone and soon I will follow along
But I don't know the way
My great grandfather was the first to inherit
This land and my grandfather gave his back to the soil then his grave
And my father will do the same
But now a vapor trail is rising from the valley where
There is no flame
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5. |
Modern Escapism
04:57
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Above on high there is a light that makes
Apparent the creator to the creature
Whose only hope lies in seeing him
I will die in isolation you will hold yourself to your sins
From the Primum Mobile to the Puget Sound
and the billions of miles between our grounds
The third stall down in the hospital bathroom
Crying on the toilet after hearing the news
Lewd graffiti yields more comfort than
I will die in starvation you will worship with your hands up
From the Primum Mobile to the Puget Sound
and the billions of miles between our grounds
Thanksgiving day in the dining room
At the end of the table with an empty plate
Are you sure there's nothing I can get for you?
Yeah I'm fine
It's just nails in his wrists
And thorns in his skull
I will die in martyrdom you will pray for my family
From the Primum Mobile to the Puget Sound
and the billions of miles between our grounds
Just like a hill with water at its base
Is mirrored as if to see itself
The endless light mirrors us who return above
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6. |
Interlude
03:54
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So we go back down, back down to the riverbed
Where we found her body in a dried up thicket
Did you know her?
So we pay our respects to the forest
Where we buried our shame and our pride
We are grateful for the shelter you have given us
So we gather together on our knees
And call out hand in hand for our God
We are contrite
So we go back down, back down to the riverbed
And we say farewell to her ghost
Say a prayer for all the people stuck in the valley
Lord have mercy please protect them from their suffering
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7. |
The Million
03:00
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Tall wooden door, knob rusted and cobwebs from the ground up
Faces align every wall and all of whom are smiling
Dusty box in the corner of the room's filled with lewd images
Hole in the wall surrounded by blood, tears, and a movie scene
The centerpiece of the room, empty plates stacked beside the door
Glow in the dark constellations just as bright as ever
The bed is lined with old textbooks that are dog eared on every other page
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8. |
Flannelgraph Stories 3
04:20
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You haven't changed at all, long time no see
You know, ever since I met you I always had a feeling you'd turn out this way
Now I think maybe we should have gone out together back then
If things had worked out between us then
Then maybe you wouldn't have become a hikikomori, you know?
All you have to do is go to a convenience store and you can get almost anything you want except relationships
Should we have an affair?
But I mean you are happy right?
Mmhmm
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9. |
Gag Reflex
04:38
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"Don't look" I say and you know what I mean
Blood and puke at my knees an assortment of pills
Don't laugh as I show you my wounds
They say we have the cure and don't you wanna be as happy as I am?
The thing that has killed me has kept me alive
Don't get me wrong I'm not sick
I've never been
I am not like you
I'm not just a weirdo I'm not just a freak
I'm not just a failure I'm not all that weak
I stand on my failures I'm building a bridge
Yeah I'm the loneliest bastard but I did what could
This is where I come from and this is how I stand
On my own two feet though its not I planned, I'm alive
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10. |
Shibusa
03:44
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This is your home
You belong here
I won't lick your wounds as long as you don't lick mine
So off we wander into the blackness of the night
Like accomplices in crime refusing to rat the other out
This is your home
You belong here
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Hidden Galaxy Music Seattle, Washington
Hidden Galaxy Music is the work of amateur songwriter, musician, and producer Riley Bayless.
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