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Jim Jones
03:49
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You’re sick and disgusting; I hope you choke on crow.
There’s nothing you honor like your own ego.
You’re looking to numbers just to prove you’re right.
Cause nothing is valid ‘til a group’s on your side. (Hey!)
Visions of division. Interpret you’re elite.
Meanwhile brag of how you washed a man’s feet.
I’m cast like a leper who spotted your sore.
My folks swallow poison just because it’s still warm.
Don’t relate; you’re better than the lost.
Separate yourselves at all costs.
Dust off your feet. Reel in the weak.
The rest are a lost cause so break and let ‘em die.
Don’t ride me off. You’re capable of being wrong.
Your cynicism’s hardly gentle.
You conduct like you’re made of metal.
There’s no exceptions, no conforming.
A job retained by your performing.
Lead them all. (lead them all)
Leave us out. (leave us out)
You’ll never be the community.
To ask my home to abandon me.
If I was one of your own,
your daughter, your son,
Am I still a goner?
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2. |
Holy Ghossip
03:24
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Would you call this just?
Put a sword to a nation for being mistaken about the ins and outs of history.
Would you call this fair?
Write a sentence like you meant it for those forsaken by destiny.
Why’d you have to set me apart?
Born to become just a pillar of salt.
Why’d you have to harden my heart?
Destined to be swallowed up by the sea.
Now I’m crawling to the back of the belly of a whale.
Cause I believe so much in what you told me.
You told me not to believe.
I heard your voice so clear.
It meant everything to me.
You meant everything to me.
So why would you tell us all different things?
It seems we can’t agree on Love.
By the time I doubled back,
I noticed fault; I noted error and a weak attempt at bridging.
We were never taught
about the difference in construction or the hint there might be fidgeting.
Was I wrong to seek out the start?
While looking for Holy, I tripped in the holes.
or was I meant to sit in the dark?
And wait for a chariot to take only me.
I’m making houses out of boats because I don’t expect a flood.
Eternal fire won’t inspire me to move against my spirit.
I heard your voice so clear.
It meant everything to me.
You meant everything to me.
So why would you tell us all different things?
It seems we can’t agree on Love.
(though it’s said to be alive)
Well are you really alive?
Because 38 K can’t get you straight.
Don’t mistake my motive, Lord.
I only meant to prove you.
Was it so wrong?
To strengthen my persuasion.
To fish the lost cause.
I promise that I sought you
with all of my heart.
I lost my life to serve you.
Was it not enough?
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3. |
New Madrid Fault Line
04:21
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When I’m as gone as Ruth,
there’ll be but one truth.
When I start to slip,
I will never forget.
I’m sorry frère, I know you've tried to hold onto the lonely end. Onto a broken stem.
Trust me now, I know I’m held at fault.
When time slips out, my value moves aside from the corner of my eye.
No valid excuses could repair the damage, but I’ll try. If you’ll hear, then I’ll try.
We came from a fault line. It’s haunted our whole lives.
You know that we were born with decrees we could not ignore.
The earth started splitting. We stuck to our headings.
And we both knew we were right, but mine led to the other side.
I tried my best to follow, but you were years ahead.
I tried my best to listen and misheard what you said.
Ground collapsing in-between.
I held onto damn near everything.
And I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve held my tongue for so long.
And I don’t want to hurt you. It’s not that I think you’re wrong.
You have found the path you need to take,
but for myself, I need a different way.
Surely you remember
when were just boys, we stayed out all night digging trenches in the rain in the field behind our house.
And you knew, I knew that I would follow you anywhere, but this is one place I can’t go. I’ve got to do this on my own.
I’m on my own.
If I had jumped your way, I would have fallen in; I wouldn’t be here now.
I was tiptoeing on edge until I found a means to survive, so I could keep alive.
And though we’re apart and we disagree, I still know things could be like they used to be.
Don’t let me become just another mission; Don’t let me become a shadow of my aunt.
I just want to be your brother, nothing more and nothing less.
And I know I hardly show it, but there’s more to blood. Don’t you ever forget.
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4. |
Obliviate
03:43
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If I never come around, could it ever be okay?
I know that it brings you pain, but I feel it too.
Will you recognize my face? Will you be the same at all?
See me pleading from afar; I'll need a drink.
Could you lend one out?
Your soul don't rest; well, it goes up in the sky.
You were promised pain and heartache there could not survive.
Mindless, senseless happy on the day that you will die.
Is that right? Is that right? What is right?
And I recognize the good. I can see it in your eyes,
but it's elsewhere in disguise you'd overlook.
I'm so stuck inside my head while you're stuck inside the wind.
Will it break your heart still then?
Though it's Hell to see it now, I'd hate to think you could forget me.
What is right?
Spare me.
Don't wait up, dear. Rest now.
Don't burden with strife.
Death don't scare me;
I'm scared of eternal life...
alone.
If it is what I deserve, well then I'll cast my lot with theirs'.
Because I don't think I could bear for me to live in luxury
while leaving those behind I love to endure endless suffering.
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I know a lot of you were counting on me to make good of myself.
What disappointment; I fell from your graces, but I'm still doing well.
I found a new place. I set up a camp. I built a home.
They welcomed me in, let me sit down, let me know
there's no agenda, expectations, or debt to pay.
The purest of love. Purer than God.
And know that I won't forget from where I came or the things I've learned,
but you should know it's nothing more than just my history.
Now don't get me wrong because of everything I've said thus far;
I pass cardiac-kept stones over guitar
so put in practice I'm rarely given any grief.
I'm wearing none but optimism on my sleeve.
You gotta find a way to let things go and relish in what aids you most.
It's still nothing more than just the reason I've become.
We're re-enforced by centuries of jealousy and coveting.
Well I've got friends. I've got health. What could I need?
Mere paper's got us coughing blood,
and threats of age say growing up's impression.
I'd have to disagree.
The truth is I'm happy.
It's not satisfactory, but breeze flowing at me won't hold me back.
I've got places to be.
Sometimes you gotta be selfish if you want a future and just let go of your history.
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