1. |
Your Gun
03:26
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I thought that I was sinking
but I’m only getting higher
The telephone is ringing
even though I cut the wire
I’ll look you in the eye
I’ll grab you by the hand
I’ll tell you that I’ll die
if you don’t learn to understand
why I can’t stop crying long enough to fuck
and why there’s a bullet
missing from your gun
They’re out here painting cars for you
They’re winding the machines
They’re setting my clocks forward
and they’re staging every scene
I’ll wake up in the rubber room
or the back of a van
with a needle in my arm
or a crayon in my hand
The bedroom smells like spray paint and cum
and there’s a bullet
missing from your gun
I’ve lived among the pounding I have
lived among the squeals
All the alarms are sounding it’s
your turn to take the wheel
I tried to stay alive for you
I did all that I can
Gotta tell you something when you get back
from the promised land
but first you better grab your shit and run
cause there’s a bullet
missing from your gun
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2. |
The Sea In Silhouette
04:08
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The Sea in Silhouette
Sailing on a sea in silhouette
and the bare bones girl
red faced and rocking
The clock ticking
and the ghosts talking
of the man in the static of the moon
I only see a vulture in the moon
I only see the Earth in silhouette
I could tell you that the end is coming soon
But you’d just pray to be the only human left
Will you cry when the cradle ceases rocking?
Will you die like unfledged birds
in shallow water?
I’ve bled out in your pastel waiting rooms
I’ve disrobed before your men in leather masks
My jaw locking and unlocking
and howling at the shadow of the moon
I am a woman you can hit
I am your desire in silhouette
The next time someone rubs my face in shit
I’ll know it’s cause I didn’t try my best
Will you cry when the cradle ceases rocking?
Will you die like unfledged birds
in shallow water?
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3. |
Vassal Or Vagabond
04:13
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Vassal or Vagabond
Your mother, all the smiling dancing dogs
Your mother, all the smiling dancing dogs
We’ll enter them through you
We hope you were raised strong enough
We hope you were raised strong enough
In your white cocoon
Be you a vassal or vagabond,
you’re not to speak until fired upon
We’ve seen the work of your lesser gods
and we are done pretending
Your enemy is given to the fire
Your enemy is given to the fire
In his red cocoon
His arms are bound, leather bag full of breath
His arms are bound, leather bag full of breath
We’ll enter him through you
Be you a vassal or vagabond,
you’re not to speak until fired upon
We’ve seen the work of your lesser gods
and we are done pretending
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4. |
The Tower
03:35
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We ran for our lives as the angels took power
Her feet all bloody and my eyes set in oil
I aimed for the man in the southern tower
and I could feel the wires uncoil
Into the air behind him bloomed a coxcomb flower
that took its root in an alien soil
We ran for our lives as the angels took power
and I could feel the wires uncoil
I could feel the wires uncoil
Away from the trenches and the wet meat smacking
and the men all making woman sounds
with our jaws clenched til our teeth start cracking
We'll make love one day on more fertile ground
I prayed where I crouched like a natural coward
as the night air came to boil
I aimed for the man in the southern tower
and I could feel the wires uncoil
Without our lips we could have smiled forever
and built our honor up in honest toil
But we ran for our lives as the angels took power
and I could feel the wires uncoil
I could feel the wires uncoil
Away from the trenches and the wet meat smacking
and the men all making woman sounds
with our jaws clenched till our teeth start cracking
We'll make love one day on more fertile ground
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5. |
Veladoras
02:29
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Every good face is now despairing
Every smile is blown apart
If you’re not broken or uncaring
they’ll come to eat the sun out of your heart
The police kicked down all the veladoras
that my tia put there for her son
I counted all their bullets in the pavement
as the California sunlight cooked his blood
I’d ask for you to please put down your weapons
if I could find the air out here to scream
I tell you that I’m safer than in Heaven
but I’d be safer in a dream
I thought that it was safe to have a baby
outside of the future or the past
but I don’t have a gas mask for my baby
I don’t have a little baby mask
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6. |
Truth or Consequences
03:09
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I don’t even mind it
the lightning or the wind
I thought that I would find it
when the roses bloom again
But I came to my senses
out in Truth or Consequences
I can’t breathe but I’m still coughing
I can’t walk but I can run
I’m living for the morning
I’m learning how to wake up with the sun
For 400 dollars
I’ll find you some heroin and a gun
I came to my senses
out in Truth or Consequences
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7. |
The Clowns
01:45
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Some are painted happy
Some are painted sad
All are in a frenzy
and the air is turning black
The big top’s burning to the ground
and we all think it’s an act
It’s too late to save the clowns
but it’s not too late to laugh
Their bodies formed a barricade
six or seven high
We just couldn’t look away
as they were torn from the inside
The big top’s burning to the ground
but we paid to get in here
It’s too late to save the clowns
but it’s not too late to cheer
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8. |
Crying In The USA
03:30
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It’s easy to be sweet on anybody that you meet
when you never see their crying face
Swimming through trash on carpets stained with ash
we’re all crying in the USA
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I’m in too deep and I want to go to sleep
but I’m crying in the USA
Feed me apples and carrots and corn and
treat me like a little baby
Mother’s milk and father’s scorn
ain’t gonna teach me how to not be lazy
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I’m in too deep and I want to go to sleep
but I’m crying in the USA
Very many softly lie and sweetly sleep low in the ground
while others only live to watch college sports
in an empty white room but for a TV and a couch
and their balls hanging out of their boxer shorts
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I’m in too deep and I want to go to sleep
but I’m crying in the USA
We’re all flames and cracked brass bells
from the mighty Chattahoochee to Seattle
desert sage and sulfur smells
and guns with a knife for a handle
Crying in the USA, lord, crying in the USA
I’m in too deep and I want to go to sleep
but I’m crying in the USA
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I lectured all about why I think she sleeps
and all the promises she couldn’t keep
We cried in separate rooms all wet with rain
and I stared into the soul of the shower drain
There’s only so far down I can kneel
and there ain’t no right way to feel
Every word she spoke, that I didn’t hear
will be reincarnated as a tear
Every goodbye kiss I didn’t feel
will be something to miss when it becomes real
I’ll have nothing once I shake hands on this deal
and there ain’t no right way to feel
I can’t stand to look at the fear in her eyes
or hold the hand that shook me awake in the night
I don’t want her blood on my hands
I just want the love we once had
There’s another driver at the wheel
and there ain’t no right way to feel
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10. |
Ofrenda
05:23
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Your friends will do their best to comfort you
Your friends will set their favorite traps for you
At night they’ll worry in their beds about you
At night the moon will come and sing for you
At last, you’ll have something you can call the world
In two years, your sister’s child will learn about you
In two years, the grass will have grown over you
We’ll sleep through the nights that we once mourned for you
Our days will be too full to die with you
At last, we’ll have something we can call the world
Now and then, the rain will fall over your bones
The bats and birds will dance around at dawn
Now and then, I’ll see your number in my phone
and think of coming to clean off the stone
At last, I’ll have something I can call the world
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Roselit Bone Portland, Oregon
After over a decade of touring, Roselit Bone have perfected an infectious and intense live show that has transfixed crowds in a nightly conversion ritual. The Portland 8-piece have deepened, shapeshifted and outdone themselves on their fourth full-length record, Ofrenda. ... more
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