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Joshua West - The Waves
04:31
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G.E.M. - The Walls
05:35
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For 7 days and 7 circles
March by faith, conquer hurdles
Shout it all, the trumpet sounds
The walls will fall, we burn it to the ground
Silver and gold, take it all
Young and the old, all shall fall
But spare the one, and her's within
The battle is done, never to stand again
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ch:
It's hard to hold a Bible with blood on your hands
You say, "pray for revival"
Let's hope God has other plans
Well, fuck all you cowards, we won't bow to your demands
Your house is built on sinking sand
Your house is built on sinking sand
v1:
So, let me know, how do you sleep?
I'm guessing 3 satin pillows and Mickey Mouse sheets
31 plots of earth in just 2 weeks
But you keep playing "it's not the guns" on repeat
Ecclesiastes 9:18
ch:
It's hard to hold a Bible with blood on your hands
You say, "pray for revival"
Let's hope God has other plans
Well, fuck all you cowards, we won't bow to your demands
Your house is built on sinking sand
Your house is built on sinking sand
v2:
You don't seem regulated
You don't even seem well
You seem frightened & entitled, best as I can tell
You keep speaking of heaven, you'd better pray there's no hell
'Cause the Devil's creating a real special cell for you
br:
You had your chance to speak up
Your mama told you wrong from right
But I'm guessing the kickbacks came sometime in the dead of night
You had your time to leave town
Ain't no shame in throwing the fight
Sometimes you gotta do what hurts to be on the winning side
ch:
It's hard to hold a Bible with blood on your hands
You say, "pray for revival"
Let's hope God has other plans
Well, fuck all you cowards, we won't bow to your demands
Your house is built on sinking sand
Your house is built on sinking sand
If you think we give up, think again
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4. |
Low Road Waltz
03:00
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In front of me is a man with something to preach
Crucifix on the rearview cussing through his teeth
He’s running late to pickup that collection plate
And he’s got a whole congregation to fleece
Chorus
There ain’t no saints down on the low roads
Just sinners and hypocrites trying to get home
Or maybe they’re leaving to strike out on their own
But there ain’t no saints down here
To my left I see a face I think I recognize
Some B lister in sunglasses, hoping they’re enough disguise
Looking for a place to lay low, a place to hide
And hope those allegations will soon pass him by
I don’t know these people we all come from different places
I’m just stuck here in this traffic trying to put stories to their faces
I am not a cynical man and I’m just tryig to cope
It’s just the 405 through LA, all ye who enter, abandon hope
To my right I see a pretty girl in a Hooters T-shirt
Trying to hide a bruise with some make up to cover her hurt
I don’t know where she’s going but I think she’ll go there alone
She sure as hell ain’t heading back home
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I’M HEARING VOICES
BUT NO ONES EVEN TALKING TO ME
I FEEL THEIR PRESENCE
BUT I DON’T SEE ANYONE
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE THIS WORLD ISN’T REAL
IS IT ME?
THESE VOICES TELL ME THAT
THEY THINK YOU'RE DIRTY AND
THEY THINK YOU'RE EVIL
IT’S TIME THAT YOU LEAVE
THEY SAID YOU’RE NOTHING TO ME, JUST A FILTHY DISEASE
YOU’RE NOTHING, NOT AN INKLING OF ANYTHING,
JUST SOME KIND OF DISEASE
YOU’RE TAKE UP TOO MUCH SPACE, TOO MUCH TIME, TOO MUCH ENERGY
AND YOU SHOULD NO LONGER BREATHE
I’M PARANOID
SOMETIMES TIMES I’M SCARED TO FALL ASLEEP
CAUSE I…CAN’T TRUST MY BODY
CAN’T TELL YOU WHERE I’M GOING
AND I CAN’T BE TRUSTED
MY MIND IS DOING CRAZY THINGS
SO DON’T GET TOO CLOSE TO ME
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Fire in the hole, soldiers at battle
Losing control, do what we have to
Standing on shoulders, holding out hands
Shouting in silence, don’t understand
Fith, guns drawn and blazing
Out of control, broken and fading
World without caring, empty of love
Shouts from the cheap seats, echo above
Why do we stand for this?
Why do we tolerate it
We could do so much better
World is big enough - for all of us
Fire in the hole, preachers are preaching
Fight for control, lying and leaching
Walking all over the ones who need most
Rotting piñata, plastercine ghost
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Blue Butterfly
Blue Butterfly
Let the whisperers lie
They live in a make believe world
Try not to hide it’s better to fly
and wear it like a string of pearls
Blue Butterfly flying so high
there amid the clouds and the sky
Blue Velvet wings on Blue Butterfly
Don’t need no reason why
Blue Butterfly shades of blue
silhouette like the moon
Silver blue with a turquoise hue
Cobalt wings of blue
Blue Butterfly flying so high
there amid the clouds and the sky
Blue Velvet wings on Blue Butterfly
Don’t need no reason why
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8. |
Doug Davis - Sunburst
03:30
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Crazy
How’d we get so lazy?
Used to be amazing
Now we seem so tired
Don’t wait
Wake up ‘fore it’s too late
Show me you still shoot straight
Show me you still care
All the minutes turn to days
The flames have lost their blaze
Have we lost our way?
We’ll dance through the rain
Dance through the dark
We’ve come too far to stop the song
I’ll find you again
We’ll make our own mark
Somewhere down this road where we belong
My girl
I’m not done with this world
Let’s give this ride a last whirl
There’s gas left in this tank
like a sunburst
Meet you on the outskirts
If you feel your heart hurts
The poison that we drank
All the minutes turn to days
The flames have lost their blaze
Have we lost our way?
We’ll dance through the rain
Dance through the dark
We’ve come too far to stop the song
I’ll find you again
We’ll make our own mark
Somewhere down this road where we belong
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I don’t think you want it with me tonight
So get your hands off me. Let me live my life
You’re never going to hold me back
Never going to make me crack
Though I’m sure you will try
Go and size me up
And if you think that your strong enough
Look into my eyes
And watch me as I
Come alive
Why you so afraid of a little honesty
I don’t see the use in your modesty
When I know you see the fiction
And all you want is friction
You remind me of me
Go and size me up
I bet you think that you’re strong enough
Look into these eyes
And watch me as I
Come alive
There are those that will fear you
And those that reveal you
And those that will eat you alive
If you’re wondering still
Which one am I
Open your eyes
And watch me
Come alive
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Don't see, don't think, you don't believe a devil's gonna try
Bones hurt, skin's tough, ain't much feast in a sour soul
The early worm's catching a buzz, his head's in the sky
The well his been dipping is dust, the reserves are dry
Watching this man with such trouble standing make a run for the grave
Running for the grave
Touch lamp, nightstand, the bed you make where you're gonna lie
You don't see, you don't believe, you don't think a devil's got to try
You don't see believing
The early worm's catching a buzz his head's in the sky
The well his been dipping's gone bust, the reserves are dry
Watching this man with such trouble standing make a run for the grave
Running for the grave
Don't see, don't believe, don't think...
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‘Gainst the wall, kids at play
Playing ball, painted spray
Clouds cover sunshine
The kids run away
Rain patters sweetly
Rolling in the grey
Close my eyes, start to pray
Sound of water at the shrine
Bells, they ring, must be five
Time to eat dinner
Get ready for bed
Knowing it’s a school night
There’s books needin’ read
Lay you down, sweet sleepyhead
Now the girls are fin’ly down
Just the wife and me around
Throw on a movie
Barely pay it mind
Getting old and tired
Daily goes the grind
Ain’t so bad, this year’s been kind
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Carpenter’s Calvary
Sewn in a tapestry
In Oliver Green and
Burlington Blue
West of the Wayward Sea
Pinioned by mountains three
In satiny sheen
And reverend hue
Witness said history
Poised in a three by three
Frame of mahogany seated in pine
There sat the ottoman
He had been present when
It was “bye radio, hello tv”
That’s when his seams began
Slowly unraveling
All in a dream, all in a dream
Mr. Montgomery
Stood with his paws but three
By a wooden heel
Collared in chrome
He sand his claws playfully
In soft upholstery
A secret to reveal
In yellow foam
Then placing admiringly
At Carpenter’s Calvary
Monte Montgomery
wandered away
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