1. |
Part I - The Son
03:23
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I rested on a bed of hair,
with make-up in between my eyes,
and over my lips.
The morning was a sorry sight,
the groaning, ineffective light,
might of woke me from a dream,
If i had been asleep.
A single line is not a home,
and why not?
And why not?
A lonely thread is not alone,
well it shouldn't be,
yeah it shouldn't be,
Yet!
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2. |
Crashing Like Plates
02:24
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Edible,
I was into it,
Eaten up and force fed,
You can beg yourself,
Stupid!
My knees are gone,
Worn through and torn out of place,
Intubate,
Swallow,
Hold me,
Mop my brow,
Crashing like Plates.
I told you about the empty walls,
they're speaking but they're such a bore,
and under my thumb...
a single thorn,
but it's not pressing into anyone,
If I pressed it into anyone,
It would be you,
It would be you.
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3. |
Long Long (Before)
05:05
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Three halves in one whole,
Two thirds sin and half as old,
Grey hands still grip the same,
Painted fingers,
now the grips gone lame.
I want you to beg for me,
It's just my age thats changed,
I want you to beg for me,
You still laugh like a child,
I want you to beg for me,
(You still write the line)
(You still ride the lion)
Why won't you beg for me?
I want you to beg....
(Two pensioned angels,
where will they meet,
it's all this tension in release.)
Edible,
I was into it,
Eaten up and force fed,
You can beg yourself,
stupid,
My knees are gone,
Worn through and torn out of place,
Intubate,
Swallow,
Hold me,
Mop my brow,
Crashing like Plates.
Pension plans,
Mortgages,
It's out of sight,
Out of mind,
I can't help but dance with you!
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4. |
Long Long (After)
06:03
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5. |
Part II - The Holy Ghost
04:04
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And I was stood between confession and forgiveness,
this is no man's land.
And the holiness is fouled and corrupt,
they just pissed it up the wall,
I'm out in no-man's land.
Why did they build this space?
Was it forced on them or simply built around?
And Jesus tried to talk me down but I just had to jump.
I paint the limestone with a rouge so deep and pure,
you can use it as your water but I'll have to charge.
I'll place a box outside my tomb where you can leave a tip,
and if your sick of feeling lonely you can worship.
Light a candle for the mother,
but don't speak the father's name,
He's not welcome here...
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6. |
Dead Foundations
00:28
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7. |
Part III - The Father
07:27
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I am the father,
whose crippled from his childhood,
who can't afford affection,
so you had better let me off.
You'd better let me off,
You'd better let me off,
You'd better let me off,
Oh let me off!
I am the son,
whose to lazy for the afterlife,
whose looking for direction,
Yeah I'm just looking for a hand to Guide.
You'd better guide me home,
You'd better guide me home,
You'd better guide me home,
I've got to get home.
I am the Holy Ghost,
Well I've been stinking out the house,
I can't remember anything,
They're going to put me in a home.
Well I don't want to be alone,
I hope to God I'm not alone,
Don't leave me here alone,
I don't want to be alone.
I can't be alone...
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