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Am I understood?
Am I cleaning clear?
Are you going to run?
Or stay right here
I hope you’ve bested fear
Things are not as they appear
But how can you be sure
I’ve heard this all before
Six million souls in dust
A flight of one turns eyes to skies and minds
To bend toward distant light
A gilded path of lies
The flame before the flies
The foot that feels the ground
Belongs to armored proud
But not a shield does make
All ashes in the wake
As the sighing passed for sound
The world still spun its round
The shovels ever quaked
The earth was forced to break
March your feeble foot
Wrapped in Turin’s shroud
Let your hate ignite
And carry forth a solitary light
Through shadow, fog and night
You’ll make the hollow proud
Not question why endowed
The foot that feels the ground
Belongs to armored proud
But not a shield does make
All ashes in the wake
As the sighing passed for sound
The world still spun its round
The shovels ever quaked
The earth was forced to break
Pack in the railroad cars
See the snow through the bars
Mother and family
Yeah, they’ll be alright
Working will set you free
Chimney smoke slavery
Draw back your quivering bow
Cross violin strings
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Old Stock
04:45
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The world is opening up for you
Wordless garden in the spring and sun blooms
Thankful you can’t read the news
We’ve got some time to figure out what the hell to do
Tick tock tick tock
Running down the old clock
Drip drop drip drop
Draining out the old stock
And a better way is out there
We’re burdened with the task
To lead you through the forest
But first we clear a path
When the lie becomes the truth
Then there’s truly nothing left for you to lose
There are no miles in your shoes
That they would walk to understand your brand of blues
Tick tock tick tock
Running down the old clock
Drip drop drip drop
Draining out the old stock
And a better way is out there
We’re burdened with the task
To lead you through the forest
But first we clear a path
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Frightened Hare
03:21
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We are the company we keep
We are the attention we seek
We are the choices that we make
We are the bonds that we will break
We have no electricity
We are so less human than we seem
The future’s falling down like frogs
And all these texts we claim to read
Ancient scrolls to lull to sleep
They’re only good when people die horribly
And they often do
I tell you now because you’re not my friend
I see a way and it’s your end
I wish for you only the truly worst
But more so, I wish your eyes reversed
For I would rather go out last
Chained upon your sinking mast
With a heart and mind of unshakable love
For I am right and you are wrong
But you have known this all along
But to admit would be just too much to bear
For a frightened hare
I see the skull beneath your eyes
That holds the secrets locked inside
An Uncle’s hand, just a doctor inspecting things…
Or that one time late after school
Wet leaves and jeans, it’s all a blur
A best friend who would never speak of this again
Though it happened again
Or perhaps your struggle was never real
And to confront another just reveals
An unescapable ache of undeservedness
Your fears have all been handed down
That you are with and others without
And it leaves you with a seemingly unbridgeable divide
In the skull behind your eyes
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The Russian Cannons
07:35
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I am sinking, I am shrinking
Down to nothing, more than nothing
I can’t see you where I am
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know why I’m shrinking down to nothing
I can’t feel you where I am
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know why I’m sinking down to nothing
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Marc Wolfson Pinansky Boston, Massachusetts
Professional amateur musician. Singer-songwriter, producer, multi-instrumentalist from Massachusetts. The Family Township, The Bored of Health, Runner & the Thermodynamics, The Zips. Drummer for Melvern Taylor & His Fabulous Meltones. Home recordist. Grammatical rascal. Speaks cat. Gets more done in a bathrobe than most do in a suit. ... more
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