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QuickDraw
04:31
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Now whoa, you better slow down young man before you run out of time
I know, you’re far too young to understand, you’re full of gunpowder and primed
A trigger finger and, a temper to match your lack of sight
Now whoa, you better slow down young man before you run out of time
There’s more to life than always being right and reaching for control, whoa-o-o-o
Sometimes the noble fight is taking flight, it’s better for your soul, whoa-o-o
Get right with god the path you’re on will introduce you to your maker, whoa-o-o-o
The devil’s house is full of all the fools that he could make his takers, whoa-o-o
Now whoa, you better slow those hands now don’t go reaching for your sides
I know, that itch you got will get it’s scratch but you’ll be payin with your hide
One day you’re gonna find, another set of hands that you can’t fight
Now whoa, you better slow down young man before you run out of time
There’s more to life than always being right and reaching for control, whoa-o-o-o
Sometimes the noble fight is taking flight, it’s better for your soul, whoa-o-o
Get right with god the path you’re on will introduce you to your maker, whoa-o-o-o
The devil’s house is full of all the fools that he could make his takers, whoa-o-o
Well high noon is casting shadows on your boots again
I’ve walked a mile in those shoes
Don’t kill the messenger I’m only tryin to save your skin
From the woe is me blues
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2. |
Stay the Course
05:05
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Every day brings another sunset, evening moonlight takes the tide to sea
They leave me lonely as I sit and wonder why…….
The Autumn air has flowers wilting, it causes all the birds to flee
They leave me lonely as I sit and wonder why……they never stay
Just wait a while, it’ll all come back ‘round
The seasons like to ebb and flow, you can’t let yourself drown
When storms are blowin’ you can’t jump off the bow
So batten down and hold on tight until the waves flatten out
Just fight a while, till you get back on dry ground
You got nowhere to go but up, you might as well not back down
Every morning is a new reminder, of all the troubles that I can’t forget
They keep me company as I sit and wonder why……
Everybody has a cross to bear, everybody has some blood to let
I keep ‘em company as they sit and wonder why……they have to stay
Just wait a while, it’ll all come back ‘round
The seasons like to ebb and flow, you can’t let yourself drown
When storms are blowin’ you can’t jump off the bow
So batten down and hold on tight until the waves flatten out
Just fight a while, till you get back on dry ground
You got nowhere to go but up, you might as well not back down
Every second feels just like an hour, I guess I gotta bide my time
Remember that I have to be the reason why…….
And I will spend the rest of my life, telling you you’ll be just fine
Remember that I’m glad to be the reason why……you want to stay
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Garden
03:46
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New days on the horizon, with the sun a new suprise and
all you gotta do is come with me
I got your homemade zion, I'll be sellin if you're buyin
it ain't gonna cost you a damn thing
-the good people of this town will do our financing
-let’s kick up dust no more, get planting
let's reap this town, of all the seedlings they have sowed
fairytales on a bargain
We'll head down south, where all those seeds can be regrown
and you'll get your garden
Verse
Grab your suitcase but don’t pack it, the vault will fill it once we crack it
Paradise is ours for the taking
We’ll case the place before attackin, take what we need sneak out the back and
Be gone before they notice a damn thing
-the good people of this town will do our financing
- let’s kick up dust once more, get planning
Chorus
let's reap this town, of all the seedlings they have sowed
fairytales on a bargain
We'll head down south, where all those seeds can be regrown
and you'll get your garden
Bridge vocals
Babylon will have to wait, too many vines getting in our way
You’ll get a heaven where you can stay, I’ll come and visit every day
Everything is gonna be ok, won’t let them put you in the clay
Fertile soil with a nice bouquet, I promise that I’ll never leave this place
We’ll never reap this town, of all the seedlings they have sowed
fairytales just don’t bargain
We'll never head down south, where all those seeds can be regrown
She’s buried in this garden
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Socialite
03:06
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She thumbs her nose, well I suppose, she thinks she’s heaven sent
Too self absorbed to take the time to stop and smell the roses
The face she shows, is the one she chose, because she’s always hell bent
On the world only seeing her in the most heavenly poses
Camera turns away, that picture begins to fade, oh no
Can’t let em see a reality she didn’t manufacture
Never comes a day, a blemish is on display, oh no
If there’s greener grass, she’s gotta put that idea right back out to pasture
She makes her coins, out of fake points, she weaves a tangled web
Little girls try to look like her and buy their meals at the photo shop and
All the rich boys, beg her to join, them in their California king bed
The only background they care about is the one where she’s bedroom hoppin
Camera turns away, that picture begins to fade, oh no
Can’t let em see a reality she didn’t manufacture
Never comes a day, a blemish is on display, oh no
If there’s greener grass, she’s gotta put that idea right back out to pasture
But man don’t you know it didn’t used to be this way, well just yesterday
They said hey girl you’re too big for this little town and it stuck a chord
You gotta show your talents off to the attention of a bigger horde
Ever since that day she’s had a stylus mightier than a sword
She moved uptown and now she’s on a whole new farm with her brand new chores
Procedure day, to rejuvenate, you know she’s gotta stay young
The fountain of youth on an aqueduct that she can always afford
Small price to pay, buying down her age, she’ll sell some soul to pay up
She’d rather stay relevant than practice what she preaches oh lord
Camera turns away, that picture begins to fade, oh no
Can’t let em see a reality she didn’t manufacture
Never comes a day, a blemish is on display, oh no
If there’s greener grass, she’s gotta put that idea right back out to pasture
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5. |
Tempting
04:22
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The cardinal sin, you let the wrong deity in,
and then you’re wanderin purgatory with some crow on your chin
Manuscripts are easy to misinterpret,
You’d do better to listnin’ to me, than some fair weather divinity
a brand new altar to kneel to, on the hallowed ground that fills you with holes
A stone’s throw away sleeping there are three do they follow or lead
Is this station your lesson or teachings, are you sure about who you succeed
At this mountain where olive trees grow free, there’s plenty branches that are all within reach
But there’s only one hand that’s not empty, I’m the only one to offer you peace
Hallelujah, we’ll devote our wars to ya
That blood on your hands will never dry once you’re through with this
Kiss your Judas, oh you rex ludaeorum
Pilots drop bombs your children pay to the proclaimed pious
a brand new altar to kneel to, on the hallowed ground that fills you with holes
A stone’s throw away sleeping there are three do they follow or lead
Is this station your lesson or teachings, are you sure about who you succeed
At this mountain where olive trees grow free, there’s plenty branches that are all within reach
But there’s only one hand that’s not empty, I’m the only one to offer you peace
Lay your troubles down at my feet, and lets break bread with these stones
You can’t even fall down from here , he sends his troops where you go
You could have every kingdom you see, why settle for just one throne
Don’t be so eager to exile me, don’t spite the rose for the thorns
Don’t spite the rose for the thorns
credits
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Solstice
01:48
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In my mind again, old familiar friend, my foe my fiend, I make peace with you
Stockholm syndrome grin, grimace from within, I’ll be your willing hostage till the end, I’m just a piece of you
Grey matter turned blue once more
The same old color I’ve always worn
Too many people are counting on me
I’m masquerading the hue that they see
You’re just the promise that I have sworn
Afraid to burden the ones I care for
You’re the curse of my own casting
Security blanket of insecurity
In my mind again, old familiar friend, my foe my fiend, I make peace with you
Stockholm syndrome grin, grimace from within, I’ll be your willing hostage till the end, I’m just a piece of you
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7. |
Karma and Kin
04:16
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Well daddy died in late December, mamma remarried in June, too soon
She threw us out early September, couldn’t have her new life getting ruined
Can’t wait for karma cause it comes too late, I’ll tip the scales equal to what she has done
She deserves the exact same fate, I know she’ll get it but I’ll be on the run
Little brother was suspicious, about the way daddy died so soon
And little brother can be vicious, when the teeth come out so will the truth
He can’t wait for karma cause it comes too late, he’ll tip the scales equal to what she has done
She deserves the exact same fate, she’s gonna get it and I’ll be on the run
The jury couldn’t find her guilty
not with the story they were fed and the sheriff sleeping in her bed
The lies she told them were filthy
how it was all in self defense but getting mean was something daddy never did
The lack of justice consumed me
Till me and brother hatched a plan, to get back to even with her and her new man
They mighta thought that they were gonna get away with it
Stollin out of court while they were sharing such a guilty grin
But me and little brother we were planning revenge
Couldn’t wait for karma cause it comes too late, we tippped the scales equal to what they had done
They deserved the exact same fate, and now they’ve got it and we’ll be on the run
Run, oh ruuuuun, little brother deed is done gotta be on the run
credits
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8. |
Mother Nurture
03:52
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The song she sings keeps all the sparrows in tune, The wind keeps time on the birch leaves
And when she cries the clouds all start to weep too, she wears the world like a mood ring
Without her smile I’d have no laughter in life, Without her touch I can’t feel
Without her light I might as well just be blind, Without her how can I heal
The honey bees don’t know a fragrance as sweet, There ain’t no prettier flower
When she walks by the sun rays they all compete, but they just can’t match her power
Without her smile I’d have no laughter in life, Without her touch I can’t feel
Without her light I might as well just be blind, Without her how can I heal
Bridge
I can’t even go outside, mother nature makes me want to hide
From all the signs and constant reminders of everything I lost in life
Maybe if I woulda swallowed my pride, maybe I wouldn’t be losing my mind
Maybe I deserve to take this ride on this self inflicted landslide
The air she breathes holds on as long as it can, wishing to stay there forever
When she exhales it back to where it began, it turns it’s wrath on the weather
Without her smile I’d have no laughter in life, Without her touch I can’t feel
Without her light I might as well just be blind, Without her how can I heal
I just don’t know how to heal
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9. |
The Orator
04:31
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Arbeit macht frei
He spoke in Esperanto, howling whispers from the mezzanine
Some people, couldn’t understand him, others condemned his language obscene
He’s weary from his travels, been wondering day and night
A fantasy unraveled, our boy is running out of fight
His tower of Babel, brought about the occupiers vitriol
Cause you know, staircases for the masses, coalesce in the loss of control
He’s weary from his travels, been wondering day and night
A fantasy unraveled, our boy is running out of fight
Bridge
He wouldn’t run away, he spoke it to their face, His tower crumbling around him
his premonition surrounds him, and now they’ve gagged him and bound him
The dead don’t get a say, and martyrs fade away, the tyrants mar the remembrance
They tried to force him to penance, their native tongue spoke his last sentence
The train car was crowded, he still preferred it to it’s final port of call
And his carriage, it was standing room only, his last stand bought the ticket to his fall
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10. |
Niño
06:16
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Angel’s traveling home, to Juarez Mexico
They didn’t bring him a horse, but they made sure there’s plenty rope
A photo in his coat, a gift from Amarillo
It’s wrapped up with the note, that doomed him to the gallows pole
and it reads
I know I’ve got my demons, no I ain’t no saint
Reckon you had your reasons, I ain’t placing no blame
But if you answer my last plea my loss is your gain
Now that it’s time to be leavin, I won’t be here to raise Cain
Angel arrived too late, to save her from her fate
But he got there just in time, to be the one to have to pay
The marshal left them to pray, before they whisked him away
And said to angel speak up boy if you got any last words to say
But Angel just cried
I know I’ve got my demons, no I ain’t no saint
Reckon you got your reasons, I ain’t placing no blame
But if you answer my last plea my loss is your gain
Now that it’s time to be leavin, I won’t be here to raise Cain
An heirloom is all he’s got to hold onto, a handle carved with their names
A six shooter, he only plans on using two, the target of both are the same
Memories reminding him what he’s got to do, raised up by loss and by pain
Hatred providing his schooling as he learned and grew, vengeance was there to raise Cain
The boy is all grown up, got gravel in his gut
He keeps a photo in his coat and in his hand he’s got a gun
You know he’s got his demons, no he ain’t no saint
Reckon he’s got his reasons, can’t no one place no blame
He aims to hear that man’s last plea, and take all he’s gained
That marshal best be believin, he shoulda let them raise Cain
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