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Eyes
02:33
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Heavenly eyes/But I can't see past the sniper in the tree/Your heavenly eyes./Yes, I know the sky is falling./So, I guess I'll stop calling. 'Cause I can't hang when you're kissing in the rain, your devilish brain.
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The Curse
02:59
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Asleep on the railroad tracks/Catchin’ thrills and sneakin’ pills in the money stacks/Say goodbye to your green lawn/Say hello to your fortunate fall/I want my
endorsement, but can you afford it?
And we’ll shave the mountains/Hock liberty/We’ll drain the air and drain the sea
Swept off our feet and dropped/Payin’ fines for all the crimes of the global cops/Kiss the face on a dead tree/Send in the clowns on a tank/I’d like to see heaven, but I don’t have the rank
I can’t believe you’d leave me here, bleeding/Feeling the need to heed the warning:
Maybe we’ll get saved by global warming/Or the new and improved desert storming/But first thing’s first, this is a curse/You’ll be a better person for it
When all panopticons are gone/And the sky is the color of your battle songs
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Charge This Vacation
04:27
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Say a prayer for the air/Pistol-whip like you just don’t care/Media mass, generation lapse/Choke the globe on star-spangled maps
We’re gonna charge this vacation/Before they run us out of town/We’re gonna rewrite all the punchlines/We’re gonna beat/kick this dead horse down
Secret service elevator to hell/This charm offensive is beginning to smell/Like burning contracts, and piling Big Macs/Empire built, empire fell./Declaring war on this
celebration/This Nutra-Sweet nation/This airbrushed station
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W.O.W.
03:47
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I’m the wizard on welfare/My dragon’s in daycare/I got ravenous rats, food stamps, and velvet pants/I live in a castle with a mail-order damsel/She gets
turned on by car bombs and Fox News moms
Oh, these modern times/Oh, these times of science/I wish it was the way it was I wish I was back in the day
Perched behind the radiator steam/The serpents around my neck are feeding off the canceled checks/And the sirens control my sleep.
Tumble like dice, dead gods and ice/Falling like rocks and friends
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Rushing to lust in moonlit rooms/Your tender touch, whispered promises/Soggy sidewalks, pathetic gravel streets/And sheets with nothing to eat
Daylight fades, but it’s alright/With a bag of razors, she zombie-walked into the woods/to split up the goods/ Criminal timber/Where we buried him, she couldn’t
remember/And neither could I
Daylight fades, but it’s alright/Faketown shakes every night/That’s when they caught me, walking you home in the rain
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Coyote
00:53
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About once a month, and always very late at night, I hear the coyote. High-pitched, and with horrible beauty, they scream and cry and moan. Then silence.
Out there in the dark, they survive on rabbits and the occasional deer. Here in the house, we chew frozen pizza, drink vodka and the occasional beer
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Battle Clouds
04:41
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Choking on the anecdote, don’t forget your coat/The rain it burns outside/Choking on the feeling that you’re stealing all my jokes
And battle clouds may surround us/Dropping bodies from the sky/As long as I can drown/In the ocean of your eyes/My heart says run, but we’re having too
much fun/Filling our eyes with knives/We’re happy disasters, content with our laughter/And our cries
And battle clouds will surround us
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Mini Blinds
02:16
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Crossed the River Jordan/Only to find the cash machine is broken (it’s chokin’)/We are problem. Sold solutions./Sacred sparrows, clipped and weighted/Wake
up, you sleepy heads/All dreams have gone to bed/Wake up/Miniblinds cannot hide/I wish I was somebody new
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Acacia III
04:31
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Wasted in California/Calling your bluff, but it’s never enough/Because I dreamt that you died, and I didn’t even cry/George says I’m freaking out/Perhaps I’m freaking out/All too soon came the crash/And I think it’s gonna last
Why can’t I get it together?/This phantom’s breathing his last breath/And tell the dogs to roll over/As you can see, we’re not dead yet/Too lit to hike the stairs/Too scared to hide the scars/And I watched you suffer for so long/That I give up
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Boats pt. 1
02:14
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When bullets enter snow, they make little hisses/Tiny steam puffs and deep incisions/Like the push of a wave that lingers long after the beach/The battle
clouds, they lumber as we slumber/The sinking sun teeters as I blunder/Your cigarette, it glows/Making little traces in the dark/Like all the WASPs with their garden hoses/You gave me time, I gave you plastic roses
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Jupiter Missile Whistle
02:10
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Don’t look now, but the bitch is back/And I’m still a pentatonic hack/With guns a blazin’/Like this promise, we will expire/‘Cause we’re all working to retire/Are
we there yet?/And the barn has burned/And my stomach churns
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Acacia II
05:21
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Acacia, tell me the truth/Are your roots getting tired?/We have conspired to expire all these liars down with fire/And these years of bad luck, gone/Wasted all
of our excuses/Traded our youth for candy cane nooses/And I smell flesh breath from the next death/Without the strings you have no puppet/The stars have
scars and bandages/I got sick of the sun and the hazardous haze/Boys have high deeds and hand grenades/Yes, I know the sky is falling
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SPY ISLAND Los Angeles, California
Spy island is a band/shut-in collective. Caffeinated cellar dwellers. They live in Portland, OR and Los Angeles.
New album in the works.
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