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Gin & Tonic, Double Lime
01:44
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I'm going to the cemetery to rest my head
As soon as I finish this drink, I will purge myself from this place
It's past dusk and I'm afraid I just might get arrested
But who cares? What's the use?
So pour me that one last drink and I'll be on my way
Make it a gin & tonic, double lime
Don't you rush, take your time
It's already dark out and I'm scared the cops will see me
But who cares? What's the use?
Rest Land's a place where I can go to to find some comfort
A cool breeze upon my face, past dusk when I'm the only soul in sight
Rest Land's a place where I can go to to find some solace in the fact that when we perish, at least we've got a 6 by 2 foot plot
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2. |
Rest Land
02:50
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They cut down the tree that was outside my apartment
I watched them tear it limb from limb as its frame waned like the moon
It was cracking through its center, they blamed it on the weather
It was a danger to everyone and everything around it
I speed down all the backroads in the night wherever I go
Every window in this thing rolled down, arm out, and feel the air
I wanna put a sheet over my head and haunt until the night's dead
When I grow up, all I want to be is a gentle presence in these woods
By the way, I'm okay.
By the way, I'm okay. I just stay away
By the way, I'm okay. And I...
Sometimes I miss that tree outside
I stared at it most every night
Its swaying help lull me to sleep when my energy take was running on empty
With all this talk of feeling down, I should say-
Rest Land's a place where I can go to to find some comfort
A cool breeze upon my face, past dusk when I'm the only soul in sight
Rest Land's a place where I can go to to find some solace in the fact that when we perish, at least we've got a 6 by 2 foot plot
They cut down the tree that was outside my apartment
I watched them tear it limb from limb as its frame waned like the moon
It was cracking through its center, god damn, they blamed it on the weather
It was a danger to everyone and everything around it
A danger to everyone and everything around it.
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3. |
Negative 1
03:57
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Cold sweat, breaking me down. I'm in a cold sweat, 'cause I don't know if this sound profound enough.
White sheet over my head, I put a white sheet so I can pretend that I'm dead to get the words out of my head.
If I'm gonna cast a stone, it'll be in a mold, and I'll stick it into the ground
I'll stick myself in the ground. I'll drive this thing to the ground.
I'm scared I'm losing the grip and that my mind is gonna wind up down in the crypt. I'm begging, please don't let this slip.
God damn, you're freakin' me out. I wish I never would've found out all about the consequences of my doubts.
If I'm gonna cast a stone, it'll be in a mold, and I'll stick it into the ground.
I've been one step from the start and two steps to the back.
So chalk up -1.
Cold sweat, breaking me down. I'm a cold sweat, and I think that I'm going to drown.
It cascades it's trickling down. It cascades, this place is rotting down to the ground.
This place is rotten to the ground.
If I'm gonna cast a stone, it'll be in a mold, and I'll stick it into the ground.
I've been one step from the start and two steps to the back.
So if you want something low, I'll be your negative one.
If you want something down, I'll be your negative one.
I'll be the negative one.
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4. |
Light Pollution
04:23
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So I came here to get some rest
But something's wrong, I feel like something's watching me
In my mind, I'm still asleep
But here I am. Awake, and feeling everything.
The light pollution has fucked my eyes
There's nothing in that big black sky
But there was a time the stars did shine upon my face
What a waste.
So come sit here on this bench
Something should never feel so alone and scared
Hold me fast. I can feel all the wiring in my head tripping on and off.
I have written so much shit down, but have I really said anything at all?
Everyone, come watch the enby kid in greyscale sing songs about all their anxious thoughts.
It's just not fair when you've done no wrong
You've been kicked around when you're not at fault
So I can tell you, you're god-damn right about that place
It's full of hate.
The light pollution has fucked my eyes
There's nothing in that big black sky above
There was a time the stars all shined upon my face-
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5. |
Ramshackle Bones
03:55
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Not feeling heavy, but I couldn't quite fly
I followed a whistle through the thicket and pine
And the wind is a blanket of crisp, chilly air
And it makes me feel stable as it blows through my hair
I often feel muggy, heavy, and bent
Hot and unbalanced, and tired, and spent
These rickety bones just wander and roam
These ramshackle bones are drinking alone
I just wander and roam
And out in the silence, I feel my troubles all go
And I see the windows are lanterns with a deep yellow glow
But I'm relentlessly walking without the faintest of wind
Under a sky so pale and a bottle of gin
That right hand clutching that bottle of gin
I often feel muggy, heavy, and bent
Hot and unbalanced, and tired, and spent
These rickety bones just wander and roam
These ramshackle bones are dining alone
See me wander and roam
I just want to get back there, to the blustering heights
Where the wind is an anchor for my troubles and frights
But all I've got is a memory, sorry excuse for a map
Now I wander around, not full intact
I'm wandering around, not nearly intact
I often feel muggy, heavy, and bent
Hot and unbalanced, and tired, and spent
These rickety bones just wander and roam
These ramshackle bones are standing alone, by the road, by themselves screaming "what are you doing, man?"
I often feel muggy, heavy, and bent
Hot and unbalanced, and tired, and spent
These rickety bones just wander and roam
This ramshackle skeleton is sitting alone.
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6. |
From Someplace Else
03:00
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I must've come from outer-space, I guess it all was just a lie
I don't even feel bad, I'm just tired all the time
And I choked
When I fell down through the atmosphere, I just choked in this place.
Now I know
There's no reason to feel this way. No one feels this way.
I feel like I came from someplace else, yet somehow, I belong
I'm coming back to life from as dead as dead can be
I'm climbing out of the grave into a place where I can breathe
If you see something beyond belief, won't you think of me?
Take my hand, come along with
Together, we can build the dream
But I choked
When I climbed up through the muck and dirt, I just choked in this place
We took the problems with our brains and blamed them on the weather
"This atmospheric change is messing with your head"
Well I've got no control, I've gotta get a grip, man
I don't want to be a danger to anyone or anything around me,
no.
There's no reason to feel this way. No one feels this way.
I feel like I came from someplace else, yet somehow, I belong.
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