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Color In, Color Out
04:20
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So, here in the empty garden
The angel wears a mask
In victory’s lapse of judgement
We don’t ask
Lives our lonely little shut-in
Somewhere between the walls
Inside her skull of cobwebs
And cold wars
And now can she figure out
It’s written in her mouth
Color in, Color out
They beat the widowmaker
Her body, the crime scene now
Pervasion of perversion
Cries so loud
Name your poison and poison your name
Lieutenants and gods wear envy green
And pale in the light of their army’s queen
Oh, Anger, so obscene
Well, it’s crawling on again
And it’s written in the end
Color in
And now can you figure out
It’s written in your mouth
Color in, Color out
Last place in the human race
Nails bit to the quick
Friendship, your sinking ship
Well, now it seems so sick
Been so rough, so goddamn much
But it’s all burning down
Color in, your cellophane heart
Bleeds it now
Color out
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2. |
Top of the World
04:13
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Now they paint the town in smoke,
The calling of our bluff
Will of stone -- the will that broke,
Now an industry of dust
Boneyard cries, the sleeping eyes,
Now we look so tired
Gather, flies.
See big smoke rise,
Melting men of iron.
(Chorus)
The top of the world’s on fire
The top of the world we knew
Gutting the old empire,
A fall for the few
The top of the world’s on fire
Worm out the womb
And roll off the mire,
A call into a new
Rats, we ran.
We, ark of ants.
In tear-flooded streets we pray
Karma noose, hanging loose
And this is just the first day
(Chorus)
The top of the world’s on fire
The top of the world we knew
Gutting the old empire
A fall for the few
The top of the world’s on fire
The top of the world’s on fire
Worm out the womb
And roll off the mire,
A call into a new
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3. |
A Mechanical Profundity
03:26
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An angel came down
To tell me of self-doubt,
She was filled with insects’ poison
Till her innards fell out
Kill the slaves that ran away
And let the rats free now,
The fleeting man with the sheet in hand
Calls the master out
(Chorus)
The consequence you can’t conceive
For everything that you believe
Haste the day, Mother’s away
Mechanical profundities
So holy roll and stone the crow
And everything between,
Rest your head upon my bed,
The mattress so unclean
(Chorus)
The consequence you can’t conceive
For everything that you believe
Haste the day, Mother’s away
Mechanical profundities
The artist’s heart is in your cart,
A natural tendency
To kill the man with the brush in hand
And consume him for a fee
His last collage, such a mirage,
Before he set himself free,
So take down his heart and tear it apart
Or just let him be
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Welcome to the Scene
04:27
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Well, name your price
So satisfied
And taste the sun,
So high
Inhale the moon
On silver spoon
The breakbone fever
Awaits you
(Chorus)
Sing the light
Sing the light
Found the truth
Covered in flies
Oh God, Please
Frustration bears
Down-barrel stares
Flip heads or tails
To nowhere
And feel the sting
Of the new queen
Welcome, my seed,
To the scene
(Chorus 2x)
Sing the light
Sing the light
Found the truth
Covered in flies
Oh God, Please
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The need in me, standing in my window
Focused on the water in my head
Folds his arms, the devil in the window
Focused on the warring in my head
Build a wall around the empty-hearted
This parasite's hotel just might give in
Tell you a secret, I heard it on the wind
You'll never win, so let's begin again
Tell you all about the lungs that shout, collapsing now
All to circumvent the time we spent alone
Breaker of the will knows better still it's mine all mine
Heart of toxic smoke, the running joke will fall in time
"Recommend you run and hide," echoes off the still collide.
Alive in the sound, chase the dragon of youth
But deaf is the eye of truth
Laid to rest, the devil in the window
Focused on the warring in my head
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Don Ryan New York, New York
Don Ryan is a singer/songwriter whose compositions are delectable cocktails of ageless beauty and gritty discord — a hypnotizing blend of classic Americana and gypsy jazz with a more modern, psychedelic-folk sound. This is a brand new spin on old music. ... more
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