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Bloodlight
05:02
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They're painting the walls dear
Calling down another plague
Wolves from tall windows
Diving head long in the reeds
I’m spent, Waiting
Stand by, Stand by
Our futures left, Slaking
Quick lime, Quick lime
They're peeling back the mothers husk
Enlivened by the sight
Saluting suits in predatory glow
Consumed in the bloodlight
I’m live, Rolling
Onward, Downward
White knuckles, Holding
Anchored, In rancor
Our reflection, darkens
And shatters into night
The red eye closes, swollen
Stolen to divine
What is salient? Binding
Every other life
If not the instinct to find another way
Understudy's to the heart and soul
Plot to steal the scene
To dress the crime and the criminal
To better fit their needs
I’m done, Waiting
Goodbye, Goodbye
I wont lay down, Slaking
Quick lime, Quick lime
Our reflection, darkens
And shatters into night
The red eye closes, swollen
Stolen to divine
What is salient? Binding
Every other life
If not the instinct to find another way
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There are so many ifs to count on
My math was never good
The air between us is nothing
My breath lost in should
The grass stains on your mischief
Isn’t the only tell
you curl up below me
My head to bury still
It’s time, you dance
And I fall to ground
It’s time, you rest
And I stand
It’s time, it’s time
I will never touch you again
Still I will hold you
I will still see you in the corners
cast blame and despair away
I continue to voice a bargain
Please show me another way
But the memories diminish
A life less used to mind
Please take my art
my palms are worn thin
where your ghost sits entwined
Dividing dust and ash for centuries
navigations yet to conceive
the sins I don’t believe in
this face in awe to receive
of infinite space in fraction
With nothing to divine
my time is left to wander
the good that is left behind
But under the tenuous ether rest soundly
But under the tenuous ether rest soundly
I will be with you soon
But under the tenuous ether rest soundly
I will be with you soon
So please please please please
Wait for me
But under the tenuous ether rest soundly
I will be with you soon
But under the tenuous ether rest soundly
I will be with you soon
But under the tenuous ether rest soundly
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3. |
In Monochrome
05:10
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White noise, That’s all that’s coming through
White noise, Between me and you
Wake up, It’s another day
Wake up, And push me away
Calibrate the lies
No more compromise
A million ways to over analyze
Another death to die
Poison from a stone
Its a way of life, In monochrome
Is there something to learn from all of this?
Highway lines, Present company
In the light, there’s nothing more to see
Group think, I think I’ll walk away
Don’t blink, or there’ll be hell to pay
Analyze it, call it misery
All the lies have got the best of me
I need to focus
Is there something to learn from all of this?
I’ve got your sunset
I’ve got your sweet surprise
I’ve got your moonlight
I’ve got your bedroom eyes
I’ve got your fairytale
I’ve got your Swiss chalet
I’ve got your roses
I’ve got your swept away
Run around, run around
It’s like you’re in a maze
Day in, day out
It’s like a holiday
Rise and shine, it’s a lie it’s a lie
Rise and shine, it’s a lie it’s a lie
Analyze it, call it misery
All the lies have got the best of me
I need to focus
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4. |
Nightsong
04:51
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The air is cold
I can barely breathe
Soft beams above me
Press to break through the trees
At times like this
You can see things as they are
Half lit in bliss
But still lonely in this world
On a night like this
When the chill takes hold
And the dead all light up the sky
For sore eyes to behold
At times like this
I can feel the weight, feel the weight
Of your knowing gaze
Its coming back
Its coming back
On a night, just like this
The night you hollowed out my heart
With a kiss
On nights like this
I can see it from both angles now
On nights like this
I can see it from both angles now
At times like this
At times like this
At times like this
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5. |
Toy Mind
03:27
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6. |
Young Empire
03:30
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The new empire is far too young
Too full of fire to burn someone
No handle on the wheel
No handle on the gun
Pointed at its own head
Pointed at its own head
The new empire is far too young
The new empire is far too young
Too steeped in sour tradition
Hugging on a flag
Posing for a kiss
Pushing for the downside of confidence
The new empire is far too young
Welcome to the downside of confidence
Past the tip of the decline
Nobody signed me up for this
But we’re all going for the ride
With the young empire
That gets what it wants or else
The new empire is far too young
Too full of prideful machinations
No handle on the real
Or the setting sun on an immature age
Another immature age
The new empire is far too young
The new empire is far too young
Too full of fire to burn someone
No handle on the wheel
No handle on the gun
Pointed at its own head
Pointed at its own head
The new empire is far too young
Everybody stay positive
As you’re burning alive
In this world of darkness
Isn’t it best to die a light
Of the young empire
That gets what it wants or else
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7. |
The Painful Truth
04:23
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The painful truth behind the lies
Is we are running out of time
The die was cast so many years ago
We’re lost, but we are not alone
In decades we will all be gone
Nothing left, no verse or song
The hands are spinning quickly toward the line
Powerless, no reason or no rhyme
Ignorance instead of rage
Living in an empty age
When truth is overshadowed by the lies
Alive, but out of time
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8. |
John Carpenter
03:49
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You forgot to script that the best impulse is running
No cue that to survive is the science of well-being
Because shaking the pillars of heaven will cause some demons to fall
And the best defense is to obey and to know nothing at all
A fragile stage constructed on a fantasy drawn in
the simple realization that the demon is within
It always begins very small but burns up in a flash
Your unsung hero is a phoenix still black in the ash
John Carpenter, it’s haunting you
You can cut or keep the camera on
You might escape,
But the horrors keep on coming,
Should you wake - try running
Are you aware you are nowhere
No comfort in the world can seem
As real as this dystopian dream
If your will won’t bend
You have reached the end
Now your hero sits in ash
And the screen fades to black
John Carpenter, it’s haunting you
You can cut, or keep the camera on
You might escape,
But the horrors keep on coming,
Should you wake - try running
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9. |
La Petit Mort Du Jour
04:48
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Palm Ghosts Nashville, Tennessee
Palm Ghosts is the sound of an 80s prom in a war zone…located in the dead heart of country music, Nashville,
TN.
More at home in rainy Manchester, the quartet weaves cinematic dream pop and new wave with brooding post punk.
Embracing their 80’s idols, like New Order, The Cure, David Bowie, John Carpenter and even Divine, Palm Ghosts take the genre to soaring new heights.
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