1. |
Overture
01:25
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2. |
Levantine Waltz
06:08
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God, I wish I knew
how we all arrived here;
Spinning and falling listlessly
through the air
Crying, praying, or singing praises
for someone that maybe cares.
Or resigned to the fact that
no one is really there.
And everybody's reaching out
hoping for ground under their feet,
be it gold, be it God, be it love
be it blind company.
And I will hold on to you
if you hold on to me.
I don't know where we're going
but I know where I want to be.
I hope one day you'll come around,
stop hiding your soul up in your house.
Putting all of your faith in some small silver band.
I'm getting you the hell out of the promised land.
You must insist that
it's never been quite so bad,
that we might stumble down blindly
and still somehow stumble back.
but when life is hard,
when you're feeling so sad
you say happiness isn't what you've got
only what you've had.
I grew tired of this life where I was bound
so I took my lost loves
and buried them in the ground.
But now I'm caught up in this
cacophony of sound, screaming
"take it or break it but
love will always be found."
Love, love will find a way
Love will find a way into all of your plans.
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4. |
Babeling
03:56
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Can’t you see we can’t possibly move too fast?
We’re paying our penitence to our circumstance.
You think you hear a voice caught on the cusp of the wind
but you wouldn’t ever dare ever let any of them in.
Now the clouds will carry all of our dreams:
Shapes in the water that I’ve never seen.
But when they get too big they’ll fall right down on our heads.
No amount of wishing can keep those thoughts in.
Now the whole world’s mad right down to their little bones,
they’re locking all the churches and throwing all their stones.
But if God’s so concerned with our original sin,
He sure as hell isn’t letting any of us in.
Didn’t you say it’s all over?
Didn’t you let it all pour out?
Didn’t you say that you found yourself?
Yeah you did but you don’t know how,
Just babbling on ‘bout Babel burning to the ground.
Don’t you dare tell me that I can’t be free,
that I’m bound to an order, some inherent hierarchy.
I will knock down this wall and let the chips fall where they may.
I hear the trumpet ringing louder so just get the hell out of my way.
Build up, build up, till you reach up higher than the sky
and pierce through the belly of heaven’s unadulterated mind
and ask all of creation if it has anything left to say.
When it politely declines well just go on your own way.
Didn’t you try to warn me?
If I dare ever not stand down?
Didn’t you say that there’d be consequences?
Yeah you did but you didn’t say how.
Babbling on about Babel burning to the…
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5. |
Persepolis
06:20
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Do you remember before the moon stole the sun's crown?
Standing on giants, we were kings and gods
and this was our town
We were in over our shoulders
and it all came crashing down
I was a mountain before the rain swept it all away
This was an empire
We watched it sink into decay
We were in over our shoulders
we were in over our shoulders
I was a mountain
Until I draped my head
Under the covers
Of blinding insignificance
And we were in over our shoulders
And we were in over our shoulders
And there used to be houses here
There used to be houses here
This was different
I never tried so hard
It was a battle
And I damn well wouldn't bet on my heart
I knew it was over
But I wasn't man enough to let ever
Let it see the light
If you're always wrong
You might as well pretend you're always right
I'm always right
And we were in over our shoulders
And we raised our hands up
We were trying to breach the soil
There used to be houses here
There used to be people here
There used to be roads and theaters
Sing it louder
Sing it softer
Sing it anyway you want
Because in the end
It doesn't really matter
We were in over our shoulders
And we raised our hands up
And we raised our hands
There used to be houses here
There used to be people here
There used to be roads and theaters
and then the soil swept it down
And we raised our hands
we raised our hands up
We were trying to breach the soil
but we could never breach the soil
I was a mountain...
I was a mountain...
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6. |
Interlude
00:42
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7. |
False Accommodations
04:36
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Try to be who we thought you were before
and see those thoughts you're so taxed to find.
The blank replies leave you wanting more and more
you'll find it's always better the first time.
So take those lots, those shattered clocks you left behind
but you always wished you could rewind.
And know tonight, that light you see will guide you back home
where you can whoever the hell you want to be.
You say,
"I cannot believe.
When you believe, it can all come crashing down.
I will not believe.
Well, I believe I've never really had a doubt.
A doubt."
I cannot meet all of these ardent expectations
well you never cared so you've never had to try.
And though you wear that sweet scent of imitation
you've never been one to ever compromise.
Because you never wanted any sense of obligation,
just conversation to get you through the night.
What the hell do you want, some sort of false accommodation?
Well you've already gone and taken one of mine.
And I say,
"I cannot believe.
When you believe, it can all come crashing down.
I will not believe.
Well, I believe you've never really had a doubt.
A doubt."
And if it's all the same, why would you ever dare
try to patch it up?
You'll find anyone to blame, so long as it means
you never have to stop.
You never have to stop.
You never have to stop.
I cannot believe.
When you believe, it can all come crashing down.
I will not believe.
Well, I believe I've never really had a doubt.
A doubt.
A doubt.
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8. |
Constant Motion
05:45
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Letting it out going down the road
it's a long straight line
these long straight lines
Going it out, going back alone
gotta stay in line.
Just stay in line.
I thought if I believed something enough
I could take it all and make us change
but the more I try to move us
the more we all remain the same.
So take your head and lay it down
lest you see we're caught in constant motion.
Dry your eyes out with the sound
once you see we're caught in constant motion.
Leave your love and let it drown
can't be caught up with these false emotions.
Grab your bags we'll leave this town
gotta keep up with our constant motion.
She came in looking like a brand-new wreck
with the smoke in her eyes, caught in some other time.
How the hell can I pay any respect
when I'm driving blind back across the state line?
She came back to apologize and she cried
"God, we are not alone."
But these days I've realized
we're wandering and we have no home.
I let it all pour out
through your hands, and down into the ground.
And you watched it,
you hoped your love would come around.
But you wanted, to let it all drown.
You wanted to let it all drown.
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9. |
Faded Blue Pen
04:47
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I found a friendship locked in
faded blue pen and I
don't know where it all came from just how
it all ends...
I'll run back to meet you I will
cover my eyes and
throw my hands up in the air
and act surprised
no use in tomorrow I'll stay
in yesterday flip
through crumpled old memories and pretend
we don't change, we don't change
and I don't belong here
and I don't belong here
and I don't belong here
and I don't belong here
It's a lonely blanklet caught on a
summers bed it's a
static image that lingers long after the thought
in your head
so drive out to darkness and
ride in real late you
can't see it then but now you know
it's too late
it's too late
CHORUS
and old pictures are deceiving
you see how you look and not how you're feeling
you try to make it up, but it just
circles down the sink
like a shadow caught in drying ink.
CHORUS
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10. |
Idol Hands
04:14
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We’re stuffed into our classrooms
To learn all about our history
Of all the past mistakes for us to
Properly repeat
And we’re flying our flag forward
‘Cause we’re never in retreat
So march on, march on
Until you circle back around to me
I was just talking about
All of these reoccurring themes
Of all the wars of attrition
The Leviathan tearing at his seams
He said “Child I can’t keep up, it’s getting dark
Yeah I just can’t see”
I thought “I knew it, I knew it”
It was the sunset on the American dream.
So hold your hand over your heart
Lest they see it’s got a different point of view
And lend your vote to the art
Of fucking people over and pretending
That you never knew
Well now Laffer’s loudly laughing
All the way right down to the bank
As a penny trickles down
Till it’s caught up as a mistake
While the only kid that’s keen sees that
The whole puppet show is fake
He cries “when greed is God
You steal ‘til there’s nothing left to take.”
So take my mind and give it back to the scholars
Take my heart and give it back to the land
Take my legs and let them go do some wandering
And give the devil back my idol hands
These modern games have gotten far too smart
We’re running around blindly looking for anything new
And I really just want to go right back to the start
Where I never need anybody else
But you
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11. |
Turnabout
06:11
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I walked back home last night
And the water soaked up the street
While a voice softly whispered to me
“Though this place is lost and dead
I wonder if it ever really even existed.”
And the rain lit up the road
While a street lamp sat idly by
And I watched from my living room
But I dare not ever go outside
When the inside is all that I’ve ever known
Now the sun is sinking fast
I’m next to all of these people that I don’t know anymore
Laying in the grass wondering how long
Friends can possibly last
I’m forgetting all I’ve ever been taught
Rolling down the hill at night
Losing my keys and myself
Hoping that we don’t get caught, you can stay here
But I most certainly will not
Strange how I lose myself
When I try to find myself
But no one deserves a second chance
And no one gets a second chance
And time carries you on
I think I saw me standing there
Alone against the wall, pondering anything and everything
This faulty memory’s hardly fair
But lately I’ve found I don’t really even care
Now I’m slowly passing out
Feel like I’m drowning myself…God, I can’t do this anymore
I just wanna know what it was all about
But these days feel more and more
Like I’m caught in a turnabout
Strange how I lose myself
When I try to find myself
But no one deserves a second chance
And no one gets a second chance
And time carries you on
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12. |
Mallory
04:08
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I will let you down
Soon as we hit the ground
I will let you down
Just when I come around
I will let you down
Long as the heart is a crown to be won
Lord knows, I will let you down
You wanted some simple revelry
But swept up in convenient company
It was never what you needed
All the pain that it brings
You are ever so wanting
It’s not a gift or a curse or a song
It’s just another reason to know we’re half wrong
If you believe then I believe
You haven’t been around long
To see the weak from the strong
I will let you down
Soon as we hit the ground
I will let you down
Just when I come around
I will let you down
Long as the heart is a crown to be won
Lord knows, I will let you down
Give another reason to give in to fate
And walk that thin line between love and hate
And as you fall I will stand there, just make you wait
I always hesitate
The only reason I try is because it’s there
If love weren’t a challenge I wouldn’t even care
And as I reach that sweet summit
Breathe in that cool, thin air
I’ll leave you standing there
I will let you down
Soon as we hit the ground
I will let you down
Just when I come around
I will let you down
Long as the heart is a crown to be won
Lord knows, I will let you down
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13. |
Reprise
02:17
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