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Anathem
01:36
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To my enemies of old, you know this ain’t your fight
To my lovers long ago, you know you were all right
All these subtleties are boldly tearing us at the seams
And it’s strangely apropos to living outside our means
We cannot sustain this casual affair of feeding through our eyes
Cuz when the honeymoon has passed we’ll be running for our lives
It’s always the same old story of…
Sorrows of all mankind worn as such, in disguise
Peel this mask and you’ll find matters of flesh and mind
All our hopes we rely on our own borrowed time
In this life, we decide matters of flesh and mind
This desire…
(Sorrows of all mankind worn as such, in disguise)
Makes me blinder…
(Peel this mask and you’ll find matters of flesh and mind)
Takes me higher…
To my enemies of old, you know you were all right
To my lovers long ago, you know this ain’t your fight
All these subtleties are boldly living outside their means
And it’s strangely apropos to tearing us at the seams
Cuz it’s the same old song ‘n dance and when realize
We should’ve been prepared not feasting through our eyes
Caught up in a web, instantly gratified
A flicker of the truth is only a reminder to stay blinder and get higher…
As the sun should make us brighter, so our love should hold us tighter
But we live our lives in anger and the fiction just gets stranger
Am I wrong to feel frustrated that you cannot be persuaded to the light?
This desire…
(All our hopes we rely on our own borrowed time)
Makes me blinder…
(In this life, we decide matters of flesh and mind)
Takes me higher…
Sorrows of all mankind worn as such, in disguise
Peel this mask and you’ll find matters of flesh and mind
All our hopes we rely on our own borrowed time
In this life, we decide matters of flesh and mind
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3. |
Clothes Make the Man
05:03
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Disassemble, disassemble all the lies that keep
You addicted to the focus of a one track mind,
Always selling schemes of the flesh,
Gotta be the best, nothing less…or pretend to be.
Come on at me, come on at me with your bros
And all the clichés of a one track life,
The affliction of diction quicken
I’m fixin’ to mix in a little sense into society.
Clothes make the man,
Clothes make the man,
But I don’t wanna be a part of the…of the illusion
Clothes make the man,
Clothes make the man,
Now don’t you think it’s time for a…a revolution!
In a moment, in a moment this could all blow up,
So tell me what would you have left to show at all
Just a gaping chip on your should(er),
You thought this life would unfold in a windfall
Reality, yeah, reality is a fickle little bitch
And when she hits the switch you’re gonna feel like
Screaming through the fourth wall,
“Oh my god, does heaven feel like coke at all?
Clothes make the man,
Clothes make the man,
But I don’t wanna be a part of the…of the illusion
Clothes make the man,
Clothes make the man,
Now don’t you think it’s time for a…a revolution!
Let it, let it, let it go…
Let it, let it, let it begin…
Let it begin…let it begin…
Revolution…revolu—
Let it begin…let it begin…
Revolution…revolution…
Made up to play up some kind of spoon-fed reality
Give up this made up charade (and)
Show me one true sign of life
Clothes make the man,
Clothes make the man,
But I don’t wanna be a part of the…of the illusion
Clothes make the man,
Clothes make the man,
Now don’t you think it’s time for a…a revolution!
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"Try again."
That's what she pounds into my head.
Drinks at ten, I'll wait and then excuses fly like pigs in wonderland.
But at some point I wanna say,
"Pardon me, but isn't this the kind of thing that defines insanity?"
I've spit every line, ohh I've spent every dime.
And now I'm out of wine and time and all that's left is the memory,
Like the one I wanna hold.
But life is always like it never happened at all.
Memory of the love I wanna know,
But life is always like it never happened at all.
Later on she reveals herself to me,
But not in bed, and nothing said,
But she still pulls that thread incessantly.
Just like others longing for the nicest girl with the biggest heart,
Will never pay you the slightest courtesy.
I've spit every line and I've spent every dime.
And now I'm out of wine and time but I still cling to the memory,
Of the love I wanna know,
But life is always like it never happened at all.
It's on these lonely nights I know,
I keep thinking that the future has already come and gone.
And it's on these lonely nights I know,
I keep looking at the setting sun and thinking that it's dawn.
I wanna live in your heart, I wanna live in your mind,
Like it never happened, like you've never known.
Memory, like the one I wanna hold.
Life is always like it never happened at all.
Memory, of the love I wanna know.
But life is always like it never happened at all.
I wanna live in your heart, I wanna live in your mind,
Like it never happened, like you've never known.
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5. |
Philistine
06:11
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Some may call it necessary
Following conniving connoisseurs
Like a piper calls his vermin
Leads us ‘round and soon we’re out of view
Someone’s soul is no possession
But I give nine-tenths to be a flaw
In your eyes I’m none the wiser
Still I’d like to share my point of view
Hey philistine, follow me through a dream
One in which I can believe your intensions true
Hey philistine, follow me through a dream
One in which I can relieve your weary hands that hold me down
Or your mind that only offends…
Rosy lenses shroud the ruins
And the fires failing to subdue
As you stand from bully pulpit
Wax poetic to the hopeful few
Hey philistine, follow me through a dream
One in which I can believe your intensions true
Hey philistine, follow me through a dream
One in which I can relieve your weary hands that hold me down
Or your mind that only offends…
Follow me…
Fuck that piper’s call, those gilded streets, forsaking brothers for prey
So in defeat, my final fall I’ll have the right to say,
“My hands bear no stain of lies nor reek of ego.
You would sell your mother for one tiny modicum of love!”
Hey philistine, follow me through a dream
One in which I can believe your intensions true
Hey philistine, follow me through a dream
One in which I can relieve your weary hands that hold me down
Or your mind that only offends…
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6. |
Southern Sky
05:36
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So endlessly I’ve longed to be under southern sky where I am free
Endless thoughts conspire to a place desired
Sate this heart I hold, warm and feed the soul
So endlessly I’ve longed to be under southern sky where I am free
So endlessly I’ve longed to be under southern sky where I’m complete
In a desert home, so delusional
Dying to oppose lying in repose
So endlessly I’ve longed to be under southern sky where I’m complete
And I…
I pine…oh will I find a better life despite my fortunes?
I’ll take the chance at something more
So endlessly I’ve longed to be under southern sky where I am free
Endless thoughts conspire, set this heart a’fire
Dive into unknowns as cry “Geronimo!”
So endlessly I’ve longed to be under southern sky where I’m complete
And I am free to be delusional
Accepting the reason why I’m not…I’m not the one making the move up
I’ve just gotta know is will my…will my virtues carry me through?
Or will I…
Or will I…
Or will I…fall into obscurity until I die?
…where I am free to be so delusional
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7. |
Manticore
08:23
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Shades Des Moines
We are a 5-piece band from Des Moines, IA. Our music is alt-rock'ish with some heavy progressive and electronic influences impacting our creativity. All in all, we just want you to hear and enjoy our music.
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