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The Chemic Drop
04:16
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Someone ate these sour grapes
That set our teeth on edge
Find the strength to climb these gates
They cannot hold us in forever
I still believe in you and me and the chemic drop
I see the rising sun
I still believe in you and me and the chemic drop
Oh! Here it comes!
Tear the callous, tip the balance
Speed the shadow's edge
The cruel and savage run like rabbits
And in the end their closest friends will find them alone
And fight over the bones
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2. |
Prometheus, Glow!
03:49
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In 1939, we pulled the fire from the sky
In 1939, we pulled the fire from the sky
We just got so tired of waiting for heaven
Uncovering the way of Mercury
Oh, these visions of gold
More than we could hold
Prometheus, glow!
A future we control
In 1969, we saw the promise with our eyes
In 1969, we saw the promise with our eyes
We just got so tired of living forever
Now we don't know what we're living for
Oh, these visions of gold
More than we could hold
Prometheus, glow!
A future we can know
Glow -- A future we control
Mmm - we don't stop
Mmm - we don't stop
'Til we reach the milk and honey from the mountaintop
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3. |
Hideaway
03:53
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Red-eyed soldier
It's never over
Greet the morning
With handshakes, laughter and lies
Every night, I lie awake
Alone with my mistakes
Turn the knife, Atlantean weight
The darkness can't be tamed
Oh, light of day, my hideaway
No one knows me
Nothing holds me
The mind knows only
What lies near the heart
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4. |
The Lions and the Swans
04:00
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Even if we're told by the flightless birds,
"The firmament is crumbling."
We won't eat their poisoned words
We're not listening
Driving by the scene of the accident
Your fingers tight, your body bent
We don't ask, "Who gets it next?"
Nothing's certain
Even if my eyes can't see the light
Even if we don't know who is right
If it's babylon, I think we'll still get on
History belongs to the lions and the swans
Even if the bite proves fatal, dear
I'll sing until the gods appear
I won't know that you are near
'Til the surface
Even as we cross the great divide
Even if the silence gets inside
When the curtain's drawn, it's the lions and swans
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5. |
Foshay
05:09
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On the boulevard
Our Bonaparte revealed a work of art
Watched it fall apart
The orchestra, waiting to start
Here in the valley of ashes you lift your eyes
Stretch out your arms 'cause you're haunted by the light
Lift your monument like Washington
The ghostly dream-ship flies
Sink into the earth, to Leavenworth
Where dreams go to die
Here in the sky, remain
Here in the sky, Foshay
Here in the sky, your name
Here in the sky...
Here in the garden of knowing you take a bite
Stretch out your arms 'cause you're haunted by the light
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6. |
No Encores
03:54
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Once on the tongue and the hunt has begun
Once on the tongue and the hunt has begun
Can't concede the greed I feed inside of me
Wash in the river
Fight or be still
There are no encores
Story of motion
Shoulder the swell
There are no encores
No turning back
Twice on the tongue and the hit is undone
Twice on the tongue and the hit is undone
Can't believe the feeling leaves so suddenly
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7. |
Weightless
03:22
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I feel a weightlessness in the half-life
Of the half light of the Age
Escape the bitterness in the half-life
Of the half light of the Age
Forget the Dollar and the War
Forget the lender at the door
Forget the years that brought us to the floor
Just give me electricity
Kodachrome and memories that keep us from the cold
Color chaos gold
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8. |
Keep Us Young
04:26
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I found an angel to deliver
She led me with a scalpel to the Fount
I saw a spectre in the mirror
The fruit becoming ash inside my mouth
Ah, the setting sun
Waits for none, waits for none
Still, bids the tongue
Keep us young, keep us young
I raised my tower to the heavens
This is how I wish to be restored
Can't keep the bodies cold forever
Melted wings collected on the floor
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9. |
Summer Idyll
02:44
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The longest wait
That sickening sound
No escape
Closer now
People like us carry on
Fight Or stay down
Dreamer, dream a summer idyll for me
Our skin exposed
Is there still a golden ticket for us?
Are we too old?
Learn to speak
Learn to walk
Learn to live
With these thoughts
People like us carry on
Fight Or stay down
Dreamer, dream a summer idyll for me
Our skin exposed
Is there still a golden ticket for us?
Are we too old?
Heaven knows
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10. |
Leviathan
07:50
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Carry all my bitter disappointment
Put it on leviathan
Carry all the demons in my pocket
Put it on leviathan
I've soured on the pleasure in my hand
Chasing things I'll never understand
Death be damned
Carry all the men I leave behind me
Put it on leviathan
Sending letters to their grieving families
Put it on leviathan
Driven by the ghost that moves the hand
Chasing things I'll never understand
Death be damned
Loveless and white
Filled with marrow and spite
I see it near - it's almost here
It's mine!
Look into the eye of leviathan
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11. |
Holiday
08:05
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Walk from the shore
Walk from the shore
I was seventeen
Lost and green
But loving you was never easy
Never a holiday
For me, never a holiday
You plead, just one more holiday
Speak your dark confession to the deep
Wake from the fear
Wake from the fear
It's so hard to quit
A sinking ship
In the light you changed
And your love turned strange
And your bed was made
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