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My Desert
04:31
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In my desert I can see for miles, a burning sun overhead
Endless expanse of silent space surrounding me
In my desert Iʼm the only one, all alone in my head
Measureless miles of bareness as far as the mindʼs eye can see
Laid to rest in eternal heat
Hands of time folding over me
In my desert I can see for miles, a burning sun overhead
Swallowed whole by the scale of this lifeless land
In my desert Iʼm the only one, all alone in my head
A solitary soul adrift in an ocean of sand
Laid to rest in eternal heat
Hands of time folding over me
Glassy eyes survey the burning dunes
Iʼm a single grain of sand in an endless room
An ephemeral mirage, fleeting and finite
As endless time stretches beyond my life
Shifting sands washing over me
Lost again in a sea of heat
Wandering through this godless land
No living water to save this mortal man
Strength sapped by the sun, body frail and tired
In this desert of mine, my life expires
Shifting sands washing over me
Lost again in a sea of heat
Sands of time moving under me
Pulling me beneath into eternity
In my head Iʼm the only one
In my end Iʼm the only one
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Iron Fist
04:56
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Thereʼs a chill in the air tonight, high beams cutting through the mist
Full moon overhead, hanging in the sky like an iron fist
Iʼve got a quarter tank and fourteen miles to go before I hit the line
Iʼve got the pedal on the floor and Iʼm making time
Northbound on the I-5
Whatcom County line
Burning cross on the side of the highway
Glowing in the night
Preacher woman on the AM dial selling easy answers to you
Man of God in a uniform turning all my screws
Flashing lights in the rearview, pig with a badge and a gun
Static voice reading the bible on the airwaves
Either way theyʼve got me under their thumb
Northbound on the I-5
Whatcom County line
Burning cross on the side of the highway
Glowing in the night
I keep my hands on the wheel
I keep my eyes on the road
Iʼve got the radio up
I travel alone
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(Solo Honeyman)
I am the bastard son of affluence, Iʼve got no right to these blues
Cradled in the lap of luxury, but thatʼs not the life I choose
Yet, I am the product of privilege, the baby born with silver spoon in mouth (even if I tried I couldnʼt spit it out)
Beneath the blankets of security you know Iʼm sleeping safe and sound
Bastard son
I am the bastard son
(Solo Palm)
I am the bastard son of affluence, Iʼve got no right to complain
Suckled from the teat of high society, it wasnʼt to my taste
Now Iʼve got dirt beneath my nails, but it washes off so easily
Handed a slice of the good life, I guess it wasnʼt good enough for me
Bastard son
I am the bastard son
Set my place at the table, but I donʼt eat from your spoils
Grown man, still just a stubborn boy
Been given everything, I know that Iʼm the fortunate one
I canʼt help myself, I am the bastard son
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4. |
Deep Sleep
02:20
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Plastic Christ on the table, The Virgin is flickering
I can feel her eyes on me, watching as I sleep
Staring at the ceiling, at someone elseʼs floor
Iʼm trying to fight this feeling, but Iʼm not so sure I want to continue anymore
Continue this cruel game
Continue this charade
Sometimes I think about ending, deep sleep, ceasing
Visions of my future come to me and I see clearly
Sometimes this mind grows weary
Deep sleep: itʼs nearing
Suicide pill on the nightstand waiting for me
Itʼs waiting for me
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5. |
The Only Way
06:20
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A weak man who spent his life on his knees
And you think youʼve got the answers for a man like me?
A parasite in disguise as far as I can see
Dressed in the cloth of the righteous as you spread your disease
So cling to what you can
Follow the flock with your head in the sand
Cling to what you can
To save you from the horror of what you donʼt understand
You donʼt understand
You speak of sinners, you speak of saints
But if you want to know the answers just sit back and wait
Because death is coming to you just like everybody else
You want to save me, but you canʼt save yourself
So cling to what you can
Follow the flock with your head in the sand
Cling to what you can, little man
To save you from your fear of oblivion
Thereʼs only one way to know what awaits beyond this world
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6. |
Neon Dream
05:01
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Soft light through the window casts its hue upon the sleeping streets
A bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, behind a filthy sheet
To the North mountains slumber, half obscured by cloud
A muted moon overhead, icy sickle sitting silent in its midnight shroud
The all night market waits in its hospital gleam
White and sterile in a neon dream
Trash filled alleys amber in the street light
Overflowing with waste: municipal strike
Iʼm on the outside looking in
Soft yellow light on the curtain (but I canʼt come in)
Iʼm on the outside looking in
Blue T.V. glow through the window (but I canʼt come in)
Frail ghost on the corner waiting for someone to stop
Crooked cop in an unmarked car circling the block
The projects are ghostly without a soul in sight
Save for a solitary watchman keeping a vigil through the night
Iʼm on the outside looking in
Soft yellow light on the curtain (but I canʼt come in)
Iʼm on the outside looking in
Blue T.V. glow through the window (but I canʼt come in)
This is what I see
This is what I perceive
Lost in a waking dream
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Can you trust yourself not to do it again?
Can you trust yourself?
Closing your eyes, feeling so high
Hanging yourself down a hole in your arm
Said it wouldnʼt happen to you
How could you have known?
Thought it couldnʼt happen to you
Ainʼt that the way it goes?
Can you trust yourself not to do it again?
Can you trust yourself?
Closing your eyes, waiting to die
Sick man with a poison arm
Needle full of liquid pain
Will you do it again?
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Fixated
03:08
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Fixated on the cross
Fixated on the eyes beneath the thorns
Theyʼre staring back at me
I want to know what they see
Arms spread wide in a gesture of sacrifice
The act of a savior
But Iʼll be goddamned if I ever let you save my life
I donʼt know if Iʼve got a soul
If I do I wouldnʼt give it to you
Iʼm estranged from that side of myself
Does it even exist? Can you placate my doubts?
Small minds try to understand
But how could they ever comprehend
Eternal questions so much greater than them?
Drowning in holy water
Lost in a holy land
Rosary wrapped like a noose
Around these praying hands
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9. |
Out Of Body
02:02
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Visions of myself from beyond myself
From behind these lidded eyes I see
My body resting peacefully
Visions of myself from beyond myself
From behind these lidded eyes I see
Iʼm keeping watch over my sleeping form
Itʼs resting peacefully
On my knees looking down
At the bed where my body lays
I try to probe my own mind for a meaning
But it slips away
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10. |
Stained Glass Bottle
07:24
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Your salvation is in the bottom of a bottle
You just havenʼt found it yet
Your salvation is in the crucifix
Hanging ʻround your neck.
They say, “First a man takes a drink, then the drink takes the man”
Escape the pain of living and the fear of death
They say, “This is the blood of Christ”
But can it quench my thirst when I just canʼt accept?
The perfect poison in the bottle to take my mind away
Your simple solutions donʼt bring me peace
Pray to a god, pray to a bottle
Pray for some kind of relief
From the unanswered questions nagging at your mind
That bring you to your knees
The weight is crushing, the clock is ticking
How will you deal with your grief?
The safety of submission? The escape of addiction?
Both offer promise of peace
The perfect poison in the bible to take my fears away
Your easy answers donʼt bring me peace
The cross and the bottle offer no escape for me
Left to wonder: will I ever find peace?
I havenʼt found it yet
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Devotion Seattle, Washington
Heavy rock from the Pacific Northwest.
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