Camdog
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 Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:03 pm Post subject: St Clare - Axis lyrics |
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Finally transcribed the lyrics for my band's new CD, so I thought i'd post them hear for everyone's reading enjoyment.
(the relevant post is here. There are links there to download the tunes.)
Let me know if you catch any typos!
a fox in the penthouse
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...doing the institution, covering up,
doing the revolution, digging it up,
doing the execution, lining them up,
do you own your own mind (contracts you have signed)?
do you own your own mind?
you're a rowdy kid with rusty scissors, running down the hallway.
...doing the execution, lining them up,
doing the institution, covering up,
doing the revolution, digging it up,
what i need to see.
you don't know what you've started in such a little amount of time,
you're pushing shares of freedom to fund the private security firm,
in your mind.
you don't know where it's going, and you got no time,
you're pushing shares of freedom to fund the private security firm,
in your mind.
I guess every generation's got its war over seas,
making bookmarks from the ribbons cut from family trees,
i need a witness, a witness, can i get a witness?
we've got a right to bear arms but we're too scared to bear witness,
all before us who witnessed, nobody told them to witness,
you've got to tell me your glory, i need to hear your story,
so they won't come into my house telling me about history.
i got fooled in the schoolhouse,
they made me memorize history,
let's go down to the outhouse
and take a dip in history,
i want to go to the jailhouse
i need to liberate history.
myth debunks mystery,
in the 21st century,
there's a fox in the penthouse,
underwriting history.
don't get sold up the flagpole.
apartness
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no, you can't have my sandwich,
it was mine before you were born,
you get your own tattered, bruised, broken blanket-
i need the flag to keep me warm.
like clare receiving mass
(beamed straight into your heart),
i saw the fleur de lis in hdtv and those families torn apart,
maybe they're drowning in their sin,
or shouldn't have built there to begin,
displaying victims with their fault,
that's really not our call,
that's not the point at all...
i sought my soul,
my soul i could not see.
i sought my god,
it eluded me.
i sought my other,
found all three.
i cannot seperate my senses,
how can we be apart?
we've never been together,
for so long we've been apart...
a well greased senator back from iraq
heads down to bourbon street,
circumnavigates the trash, finds a bar, and takes a seat.
senator calls to the barkeep,
"barman, send me a carbomb."
bartender gets confused, misconstrues, and ends up serving him a hurricane.
the senator gets drunk anyway.
gets drunk and stumbles for the door,
tripping over a person who was poor,
saying, "why are you poor for? what are you begging for?"
"I'm poor for you, don't you see?
your drunkenness and my poverty."
axes in the attic
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axes in the attic...
your words are like water,
ever taking up the shape
of their current container.
axes in the attic,
water at the door,
attic is the basement,
the roof is now the floor.
see no...
hear no...
speak no...
last night,
i dreamt i got dragged from my bed,
then, to the yard,
then, to the street,
into the night,
i got beat by long men with long knives,
who gave me motion and took my life.
i asked for reasons,
i asked "for why?"
i wanted solutions,
they gave reply:
"for who you are, for what you've failed to see."
our words are like water,
ever aquiescing to gravity's sweet call.
axes in the attic...
wash your hands,
hang your head,
dip your hands,
turn your head.
eraser
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i drove past the ruins on my way down friendly,
the dust devils were playing and it looked so pretty,
just like the day they tore it down for everybody.
structures change,
constructors stay the same...
they'll replace the steel girders with a brick building,
why does everything have to change into the same thing?
why does everything have to change into the same thing?
it all looks the same...
maybe i can change too,
tear down my walls again,
pave over the old growth,
but not like this...
not like this.
i miss the steel girders,
rising against the brick forest.
it all looks the same.
mountains
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where'd the other half of that mountain go?
rising sea...
i can't breathe... |
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