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I Was A Boy Bird Caller
03:28
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You sing these words to me
As if there’s truth in melody
These words they’re not yr own
They line the walls of both our homes
We’re each, reflected fear
A fading life, year after year
Hand severed from glove
No escape from bloodless love
Sad boy please stay strong
Instead of words, just sing yr song
He’s scared of human shape
Appear in dreams and cityscape
A lust runs deep and strong
From up above or tip of tongue
Another branching path
This flesh to flesh it never lasts
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Staring at me with them teeth chattering
Knees locked together, head on a string
Face painted so yr insides won’t show
Heart make-shift, patters so slow
Who holds the strings
is the damage from me
Got every pattern, what will you choose
I’ve made yr decision, what is this news?
You can’t be trusted, a power too tall
An order for you will lead to yr fall
Who holds the strings
Is the damage from me
You’ve turned on me with ferocity
I guess I accept it, nary a plea
For my salvation I do not deserve
Yr love or yr mercy from justice don’t swerve
Who holds the strings
Is the damage from me
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3. |
We Are Ruined Men
03:09
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Now that I stare across this plain
It’s clear the boredom has set in to stake it’s claim
Upon my weary, restless brow and bones
It’s seized upon the parts of me without home
I fail to see what service this silence brings
The rope upon yr neck a mere trifling thing
We would-be kings we’ve traveled oh so far and wide
The path has forked obtusely now that you’ve died
What’s it you told me of this thing called Man?
“A creature doomed to failure regardless of plan”
This bleak and tortuous image belied yr smile
That’s why I drag yr ghost around a country mile
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I washed the blood from off my skin
I washed my face off too
It ran so thick between my eyes
To me from dearest you
There was a time we saw through like eyes
Our son’s death not in view
The faintest sigh, those times flew by
Oh, how this hatred grew
You saw in him the terse reply
To my failed youth
Every lie you sang to me
Through him now rang untrue
What are you now to me my dear
And what am I to you
What we shared long dead before
Now buried with him too
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5. |
Bone(s)
03:32
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Yr eyes fold
Into rainbow dreams
There ain't time
For this my queen
Yr thoughts serve
As mockery
For blood spilled
And naiveté
There's love ground
in between yr teeth
The specter of
Distrust underneath
Yr lips curl
Every time we speak
A sure sign
That I'm up shit's creek
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With each breath drawn
Surreptitiously
Secret's kept
Within arm's reach
Yr eyes once soft
Now hard and mean
All left unsaid
All at once obscene
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6. |
This Changes Nothing
02:16
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Lookin' at you my man
No escaping' grip of yr plan
Flesh on yr face, it deadpans
Power would bend to yr hands
Teeth they to bite, pierce and gnash
Eyes all a flurry too rash
Tongue writin' checks it can't cash
This swagger-man-power, no pass
Yr kind ain't new nor unique
If into ourselves we do peek
No light needed to see what you seek
Cruelty exposes us as weak
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7. |
The Heavy Lids of Caesar
03:37
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You may see this as light above
What pierces you, mistook for love
The light is blurred and bent all wrong
Suggestions push, far too strong
You saunter loose and stalk for prey
And lick the wounds at end of day
The mind unfolds, an inward cry
Refracted thoughts as lullaby
You tear the flesh, pull my side
Passion, gift, or compromise?
The heave of lungs, a muffled sound
Fractured eyesight towards the ground
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8. |
The Bridge of Sighs
02:30
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We cross over the bridge of sighs
Take my hand my dying bride
The pigs are stripped down to their thighs
Their blood and stench my alibi
Animals being led
Distractedly in debt
Yr gaiety a crown of skulls
Lain on temple by father’s love
He held yr arm, walked you to me
Yr fate decided though none could see
Animals being led
Morosely in debt
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Gadhimai
02:55
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And I see you looking at me,
Looking at you
And what you want from me is the truth
It’s what I want from you too, the truth,
Bearing witness to possession of you
A cruelty, looking at me
These shadows lack a grace
Can see it in their face
Their power drawn from name (or place it’s all the same)
Sung with mountain tongues as sorrow fills the lungs
This laughing, whispering ghost not freedom but yoke
And I see you looking at me,
Looking at you
And what you want from me is the truth
It’s what I want from you too, the truth,
Bearing witness to possession of you
A cruelty, looking at me
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10. |
Sense Makers
02:46
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Who's gonna save me
From the spiders on my arms
You can't protect me
Nor save me from harm
And now who's gonna love me
Now that you've left yr mark
Desire for another
Whispered in dark
Flaws, tangled missives
Are all we are now
Absurd to believe it
Resolves anyhow
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You would have this mountain cry
Before the break of day
I will have yr clouds depart
Regardless of yr say
You would strike the sun from sky
To render night from day
I will scrape the stars from eyes
Turnabout fair play
There once was a sound
But it's lost underground
Glitter and shine
Fades from my mind
And I would drain the seas and lakes
Cut the wind from sails
You will protest desperately
Yet glad to see me fail
I would never speak of it
Nor dream of such a tale
You will recite poetry
An epic to be wailed
There once was a sound
Lost underground
Glitter and shine
Fades from my mind
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12. |
35 mm
04:48
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Now listen here son, put yr camera down
You dress in my home, bring yr friends around
It’s clear to see that yr usin’ them
I promise you, boy, that’s at an end
You turned my home into a den of sin
Never known hardship, where to begin
I know where you come from, I know where you’ve been
This struttin’, chest-puffin’, stickin’ out yr chin
Now what you see here in this hand of mine
A sharpened blade, so long and fine
The line I’ll etch will stretch a mile wide
From ear to ear until I’m satisfied
Remarkable the clarity captured on film
With you as the subject and me at the helm
You slumped in the corner, exposed for all
Killed for yr arrogance, unequivocal gall
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They say, “I don’t trust ya,
this isn’t the time or place.
Yr power’s perverted,
it’s written all over yr face.”
This is the way
To ritual misery
The old speech is useless
Symbols for time and space
Done with doing
Gone without a trace
This is the way
To ritual misery
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14. |
Defense of Privilege
02:25
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Yr eyes they speak, declare me weak
The truth is found in blood on ground
You raise a fist, somethin's amiss
Mistakes were made, a war's been waged
This stark divide between you and I
Will not be bridged through tongue or knife
It's safe to say. as day starts to fade
As blood it drains, my joy remains
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They say, “I don’t trust ya,
this isn’t the time or place.
Yr power’s perverted,
it’s written all over yr face.”
This is the way
To ritual misery
The old speech is useless
Symbols for time and space
Done with doing
Gone without a trace
This is the way
To ritual misery
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Trash Teeth, Trash Hands California
born from the death of six legendary cats, risen from their unearthed jaws, extracted from their mealy fangs as King Baby Teeth. Under the advice of a litany of lawyers and professional advertisement gurus KBT named their recording project Trash Teeth, Trash Hands so as to ensure the most commercial viability. ... more
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