1. |
Writing a Song
00:53
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2. |
The Frigid Season
02:56
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There are candles in every window
and wreaths on every door
Holly, pine, and mistletoe
hang from the ceiling to the floor
We sing for the sun's warm citrus glow
to stay a long while more
The robin has dispatched his rival,
the ever-present wren
And dead lives swirl in spirals
in the crisp November wind
You'll live forever within my soul
though your bodies are gone
Life's endless cycle begins and ends
again and again and again
The days are getting shorter still
in winter's fast approach
And vagrants take to ruined Victory Mill
where the cold can still encroach
for the frigid season kills
like a bloodless poacher
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3. |
Shut Up
00:54
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4. |
Nerve Damage
02:02
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He burned her so many times she could no longer feel
Cigarette butts on her skin made it burn and peel
Nerve damage will protect her from the pain
Nerve damage keeps her sound and sane
The cuts all heal; the bruises fade
Her bones feel strong and hard like jade
Come now do your worst
You won't be the first or the last
Nothing makes as blue a bruise as a blow from one you love
Nothing leaves a mark as true as kisses turned to shoves
Nerve damage will protect her from the pain
Nerve damage keeps her sound and sane
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5. |
Shit Fit
01:12
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6. |
The Freeze
02:42
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There will be no resurrection.
There will be no afterlife.
There will be no second chances.
Everything that lives must die.
There will be no spring renewal.
There will be no summer sun.
There will be no autumn harvest.
Eternal winter now has come.
This snow will never melt.
This frost will never thaw.
Everything that begins must end.
That is nature's law.
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7. |
Inside & Out
03:54
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8. |
Home
03:42
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He stood motionless in the living room,
arms rigidly forty-fived towards the floor,
looking like nothing so much as an arrow,
convinced that this attitude was the one that would keep the structure standing.
First the furniture disappeared, then the pictures.
The windows and the doors dematerialized then,
the roof and walls evaporated,
and he just stood there, motionless,
not realizing until it was all gone
that his home had left him.
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9. |
I Was Wrong
02:13
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I thought that the pleasure was worth the pain;
I was wrong; I was wrong.
I told you that the losses were worth the gains;
I was wrong; I was wrong.
Now it's time for me to be moving on.
Now it's time for me to be moving on.
I thought that it was true when we said "I do;"
I was wrong; I was wrong.
I thought that I was gonna grow old with you;
I was wrong; I was wrong.
Now it's time for me to be moving on.
Now it's time for me to be moving on.
I thought that this ship could weather every storm;
I was wrong; I was wrong.
I thought that in love I could be reborn;
I was wrong; I was wrong.
I was wrong.
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10. |
I Need a Friend
03:38
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I don't wanna be a loser anymore.
I don't wanna be a loner anymore.
I need a friend.
I need a friend.
I am always on the outside looking in.
I am always being denied in the end.
I need a friend.
I need a friend.
The house is empty and it's freezing. I want to die.
Someone give me one good reason to stay alive.
I need a friend.
I need a friend.
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MICROWAVE EYES Greenville, South Carolina
MICROWAVE EYES is a fictional record label for the fictional bands of the WOLF NOTE COLLECTIVE, a multi-media extravaganza and exercise in alter-egotism from a Texas-born, South Carolina-based weirdo named JIMMY BASURA.
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