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dust
03:46
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there is dust for a thousand miles
you knew this way before you came
this is just one of many trials
laden with what makes blame
you're a journeyed clockwise man
only scared of what's sitting still
but questioning can't comfort the damned
your hell they'll never overfill
dust
dust settles down, you snake around
crawling on your pussy side
you never wished to be lost or found
only considered gone for a ride
but you drank the sand right off the bottom
you yanked the dust from the breeze
now you've lost your little sheep
so count yourself and go to sleep
dust
riding away through thin nothingness
you hang sad like a dead tree
soon night will come you'll rest of course
this is reckoned a blessing
or at least something to have been acquainted with
circadian regularity
or has memory rekindled only myth?
bones burn away in dusty sea
bones burn away in dusty sea
bones burn away in dusty sea
burns bone away in dusty sea
dust
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2. |
about face
02:31
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there's you, rummaging around and through
'tween being lost or a found
there's me, profoundly risky
just for being in this town
there's her, a lollygagging blur
O so sticky from a royal crown
us, never anticipated such the fuss
then the world ain't exactly round
she want me to want me
ye want she to want ye
she want me to want me
ye want she to want ye
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3. |
bad
02:52
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i'm sheer in love with ye
it's bad, bad, bad
feeling mighty woolly towards ye
it's bad, bad, bad
but you're much sweater than me
i'll scarf you down and leave you in mittens
i'm sheer in love with ye
it's bad, bad, bad
it's whiter than the shown snow
it's bad, bad, bad
feeling fleecy glee
ah ugh uhuh
but you're one more cloven than me
i'll stick my foot in my mouth
justly as it had been written
i'll scarf you down and leave you in mittens
i'll stick my foot in my mouth
justly as it had been written
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my strength is hatred
04:47
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hungry there both day and night
what would be thrown away?
the senseless man sharpens his knife
& grinds his teeth away
my strength is hatred, babe
O, let it grow on trees
the waves are waving to your eyes
cast all hope in those waves
what makes ocean levels rise
to cover up our shame
now that my strength is hatred, babe
O, let it grow on trees
the man with bloody fist on fire
is steeped in pining pain
the man with his old prayers so tired
is born without a name
yeah, that my strength is hatred, babe
O, let it grow on trees
reassured by blinding light
that I'm in need of shade
I'm on fire both day & night
I need your quenching wane
an empty cup, a broken plate
a splinter in a flame
an emptied eye, a broken face
a web of bleeding veins
my strength is hatred, babe
O, let it grow on trees
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5. |
playa zipolite
05:44
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me paré aqui arriba del mundo
y que es lo que ví
la playa tan hermosa cuyo nombre es zipolite
la mar celosa, la mar mujer
me esta llamando otra vez
¿que es lo que quiere
que me vaya al fondo o que la bese desde aquí?
estoy tan lejos y aún recuerdo
las holas y olas de zipolite
me tiraría desde aquí si tu pudieras,
querida mar
agarrarme del aire
con sus brazos hecho de sal.
tan lejos así el unico agua que hay
proviene de mis ojos
las andrajosas lagrimas
estoy tan lejos y aún recuerdo
las holas y olas de zipolite
ni agua ni fuego ni el viento
ha dañado su onda
solamente la gente
tendrá la culpa de matar
el cuerpo y la mente
estoy tan lejos y aún recuerdo
las holas y olas de zipolite
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derek joe brockett
born in the USA 1971 to the sounds of black sabbath, marvin gaye, rolling stones, david bowie, and sly and the family stone. first e.p. on vinyl was recorded in oklahoma, 2001. all other releases recorded in oaxaca, mexico where the proverbial hat is hung. this is outsider's music with an existential twist and so no wonder why you've found yourself here. ... more
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