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Holy Knife
02:48
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you talk to god through some open wounds
a holy knife, ah man the doom and gloom
i need to see you without your clothes
in the light of the fire
nobody needs to know
tell me another story
about what makes a man
and i'll show you another creature
with his face in his hands
i say
you crawl to me like a newborn baby
rub the ink out of your eyes
wipe the charcoal from your lips
for the moment we can bow
you've waited all night long for this
i need to see you without your clothes
in the light of the fire
nobody needs to know
tell me another story
about what makes a man
and i'll show you another creature
with his face in his hands
i need to see you without your clothes
in the light of the fire nobody needs to know
you crawl to me like a new born baby
like a newborn baby
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2. |
Noonday Massacre
03:54
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noonday massacre for headlines
loose lipped sabbaticals
across borderlines
dead kids and wet paint
in the streets back home
when will this country
come into its own?
there are so many things
i want to say to you
about the policies you've put in place
and your lack of truths
your grey hair and your crooked smile
won't save you now
look at all the pairs of feet
trampling your crown
yeah i'd toast to that
hell i'd even carry your body
yeah i'd toast to that
i'd even help carry you away
by now, we hoped you'd quit
and we'd drive a spike through it
by now, we hoped you'd quit
and we'd drive a spike through it
yes, we hoped you'd quit
noonday massacre for headlines
loose lipped sabbaticals across border lines
dead kids and wet paint in the streets back home
when will this country come into its own?
one day we will come we will be knocking
at your front porch with a severed head
we won't be asking for your signatures
no, we'll reach out and we'll take them
when there's no life left in you
it's then that we can rest
yeah i'd toast to that
hell i'd even carry your body
yeah i'd toast to that
hell i'd even bury your body
yeah i'd toast to that
millions of people with their hands on your casket
dancing on your tombstone
yeah, i'd toast to that
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3. |
Nyla
02:48
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nylas got a full pack of cigarettes
i've just got this lump in my throat
can't seem to get over it or under it
while she lights another smoke
beneath the veil and haze of a summer's day
mistakes all add up to a number i can't say
nylas got a full pack of cigarettes
i've just got this lump in my throat
can't seem to get over it or under it
while she lights another smoke
it's been awhile since i could find the words
or the time to write them down
six months felt like a blur
and when you disappear from sight
it will take all my might to not go chase after you
you just went searching in the night
i'm searching too but for things neither of us can use
beneath the veil and haze of a summers day
mistakes all add up to a number i can't say
and when you disappear from sight
it will take all my might to not go chase after you
you just went searching in the night
i'm searching too but for things neither of us can use
nylas got a full pack of cigarettes
i've just got this lump in my throat
can't seem to get over it or under it
while she lights another smoke
it's been awhile since i could find the words
or the time to write them down
six months felt like a blur
six months felt like a blur
six months felt like a blur
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The Pig Himself
04:06
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imaginary lines drawn on paper
they fuel our hatred towards things not the same
those lines mean nothing
you are no different from one another
so why do you listen...
eventually there'll be no science
no voice of reason
not an inch of compassion
so write her name down
but make it christian
they've got your baby
they've got your baby
marginalized my friends
until death
i read a novel
soul exploration
not exploitation
the search for something more
where did we come from
and what's the difference
we are both here now
so why do you listen
to the pig himself
marginalized my friends
until death
you are unhappy
the selfless worship brings you down man
you are unhappy
you know there's got to be more to life than this
you have grown old now
you have grown old now
you're an old man
yes, you're an old man
you know there's got to be more to life than this
more to life than this
more to life than this
more to life than this
marginalized my friends
until death
marginalized my friends
until death
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Elk Lodge Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
Elk Lodge is an independant, two-person garage band based out of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.
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