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Words were written on the walls, my white blood in capitals
Well, I spoke to the captain, he won't turn around
He said "The sun is an orange, and the wind's just the sound
Of our brothers and sisters, lovers and those that we'll never know."

Edited 2016-02-22 06:49 (UTC)

And all the people say
"You can't wake up, this is not a dream, you're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline"
I think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me alone
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.

Brother, you've been sluggin' whiskey
Fashioned all your crosses to numb your blood and body, to withstand your split losses
But you found no holy cities in the bottom of your glass
And so you cry out Zion, please, make my last sips last
Pious brother to your vices you were shunned and burned your cradle
Claim killer, you claim martyr, my brother Cain my brother Able
And there are evenings I recall I was older than your years
Ram headed son, prodigal gun, shot with mama's tears

Your cities are a wilderland, look upon your children
Your cities are a wilderland, look upon your, look upon
Your highways are a wilderland, look upon your children
Your highways are a wilderland, look upon your, look upon your
Look upon your children, wandering in the wilderland

But I smell their blood. My finger's trace their faces in the wood.
I hear their voices somewhere in my bones. I feel them sing along when I'm alone.
When I'm not too frightened that is when I know that I'm here with everyone
They're never truly gone.
I know it's everyone and I hear their songs.
Oh, I'm lost with everyone.

We were tight knit boys, Brothers in more than name
You would kill for me and knew that I'd do the same
And it cut me sharp, hearing you'd gone away
But everything goes away. Yeah, everything goes away
But I'm going to be here until I'm nothing but bones in the ground
And I was there, when you grew restless, left in the dead of night
And I was there, when three months later
You were standing in the door all beat and tired and I stepped aside

Stay and come out of the rain, colder as the years go
Warm yourself again, yeah, low, the sun is sinking
Colder as the years go on, oh, on yourself again
So long, fresh breath of innocence, so long to the life we used to know
'Cause every time I close my eyes I want to disappear with you
And I hope you want to disappear, too

Now you pull me near you, when we're close, I fear you
Still I'm afraid to tell you, all that I've done
Are you done forgiving? Oh can you look past my pretending?
Lord, I'm so tired of defending, what I've become. What have I become?

Edited 2016-08-25 00:23 (UTC)

The prizefighter and the heiress, both talented in their way
Both fighting for inheritance, both entitled to their day
Said the fella “I’ve thrown my gloves and loosed my shoes
Come join me in the ring my friend
Quit these lonesome blues, quit my lonesome blues”
The lady thought the longest while and bathed the time in light
She came to the conclusion that he hadn’t won the fight
“Put your gloves back on,” she says “And steady with your pride
You’ve dealt the eldest hand my love but that part of me has died”

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BLACK DOG SIN, JOSHUA BURNSIDE

GASOLINE, HALSEY

TABLE SONG, KATIE KUFFEL.

WILDERLAND, ANAIS MITCHELL

THE CROOKED KIND, RADICAL FACE

ALWAYS GOLD, RADICAL FACE

DISAPPEAR, MIKKY EKKO

TIMES, TWELVE AVENUE NORTH

THE PRIZEFIGHTER AND THE HEIRESS, JOHNNY FLYNN