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Scatscratch
03:59
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At the end of his days he buried it away
by the old dead tree
Stuck under the haze
Lost in the maze, with all of the other empty bellies
Wistfully forgotten laughter
Tongues furiously lashing
Crawling to the furthest destination
Sprawling the cosmos, through the holes of time
Back to nothing and nowhere
Take me back to nothing and nowhere
I know... I know
it's long, long gone
But the cold melody, like a ghost, lingers on
I can't get it out of my head
Skip like a frog, crawl like a fish
Sulking violently, his brain starts to twitch
Then, moaning, he creeps to the corner
Where he sits in a pool of his own sweat and vomit
A pair of high heels and an empty pack of smokes
A murmur in the corner from a lonely radio
Shrugging, she's pauses, then draws another line
From her vial of synthetic sunshine
And I know... I know
It's long, long gone
But the cold melody, like a ghost, lingers on
I can't get it out of my head
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2. |
Blue Drag
05:09
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3. |
Sweet Poison
03:56
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Come little one, look into my eyes
I'll show you an endless white light
A journey of a thousand lives
See the sound of nostalgic relief
Feel it scream as the wise man misreads
In the eve of winter, lay me down to sleep
My faded heart is tender
Let the wound bleed
Sweet poison, sweet relief
Slow suicide
Let the wound bleed
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4. |
Help You Out
04:44
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Stuck in the mud, cold as stone
Drained the blood, chewed through the bone
Now here we stand...
One less set of skilled hands
Can I help you out?
Feeling low, it's a sickness
Thats been going around
Maybe for a moment you lose touch
Maybe for a moment you lose control
Nobody wants to be spun in circles
Nobody wants to feel alone
Now here we stand, one less set of skilled hands
One less voice, one less band
The cold loss of a warm friend
Don't let go
Can I help you out?
Feeling low...
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5. |
Mad Tom Of Bedlam
04:41
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6. |
Down The Drain
03:23
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After ten days in the gutter whats one more down the drain?
after ten stems i forget my own name
I take another ride on the anarchy train
your doing something wrong if it doesn't leave you just a little insane
hey your wrong about this one
fluked out on the first hand
and now its gone to your head
one more down the drain
you strapped yourself in tight
and flew off the deep end
...at least thats what they said
i put you in my back pocket for later so i don't tear down these walls
another hole in my head, my heart
what do you want from me?
i feel the gears turn
i see the clock tick
i look into the light when the inspiration hits
my soul needs to breath, to feed, to grow
my heart spits fire
not again
i don't want to know
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7. |
What Do The Crows Know?
05:41
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They say he lines his hat and shoes with copper
And goes out late at night
Passed the street lights and city signs
Deep, deep, deep into the countryside
No relatives, no wife, son, or daughter
No one to notice he's gone
He could be just a lonely man, going anywhere but home
But they say he's got a story to tell
His own folklore fairytale
And it grows from tongue to tongue through town
Because he doesn't tell it himself
His is not a tale of illusion
Not about betrayal or deceit
Just a simple story of confusion
Between the living, and so called "deceased"
As it goes he never really was an ordinary child
He didn't go to church or to school
Raised by wise grandmothers eyes
They may call him crazy, but not a fool
Not a single soul in town could tell you his age
But everyone knows his name
they all watch the murders fly and circle his house up on the hillside
What do the crows know?
If there's a mind, there's a universe behind that little black bead of an eye
Just one more, again and again
There's no need to nock at the house of sin
The doors never locked, I just let myself in
And as the early morning frost creeps in through the walls
Love has withered to a thin shade of lust
Satisfaction through addiction into disgust
Alone
Taking it across the line, it's the downfall of all of mankind
And it echoes through my bones
Giving in to the twisted design
I strike the match, spark the flame, burn down my own home
I am the hand that held the knife
I am the knife
Slit my own throat
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8. |
Cupid's Got A Gun
03:36
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Cupid put a bullet in my head
laughing like a maniac, he filled my skull with lead
cupid put a bullet in my brain
he said that silly thing only gets in the way
yeah iv got holes in my head
holes in my head, a skull full of lead
yeah iv got holes in my head
but i'm alive and full of love
now that my brain is dead
cupid pushed me right off the plank
he said your beating heart is the only one to thank
slowly i sank deep into the blue
my mind drowning in the very thought of you
he stocked the chamber just for me
and he's got another round for you
until you look down the barrel of the gun
you'll never know the truth
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9. |
One Way Out
04:21
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Is anybody scared?
There's some that don't believe, some that just don't care
Do you stop to question your own mental health?
Can you trust your neighbour?
Do you even trust yourself?
Does anybody plan on growing old?
Drinking, smoking, snorting
Coming down with a cold
Living fast
Who would want to win this race, knowing last man standing gets to dig the graves
I for one don't have a clue what's going on
Are we all just chasing our tails?
Chasing the setting sun
There's only one way out
Keep your head in the clouds
Whatever it takes to make your loving heart pound
Only one way out worth talking about
Take her hand, for a dance, out on the town
Stuck in time
Sleepwalking through a dream of an ordinary life
There's a place we can go
To shake it all away and enjoy the show
I for one don't have a clue what's going on
Are we all just chasing our tails?
Chasing the setting sun
There's only of way out
Keep your head in the clouds
Whatever it takes to make your loving heart pound
Only one way out worth talking about
Take her hand, for a dance out on the town
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10. |
The Hardest Thing
04:59
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The Staggers & Jaggs Vancouver, British Columbia
The Staggers & Jaggs is a folk band that weaves together old world traditional tunes, country and swing and even reaches all the way back to the powdered wig and harpsichord era for a pinch of spice. Featuring Sabrina Robson (vocals and harmonica), Conrad Shynkar, (guitar and vocals), Blake Mackay (keys and vocals) and Melissa Walker (stand up bass). ... more
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