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The Oracle
03:51
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Doesn’t speak, but shows a sign
Doesn’t conceal, but neither is lucid
Doesn’t break the mold in five
But doesn’t fit like you’d expect it
Isn’t late, but not on time
Isn’t free, but not repressive
Not released, nor held in chains
And not constrained by mortal motives
Doesn’t disguise, or give a name
Isn’t plain, but not embellished
Is older than the flame
And wise enough to fear it
Won’t appear for just anyone
Can be learned, but not imparted
Can be burned into the sun
And revealed for those receptive
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The Scandal
02:31
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Well you really got me, on the ledge again
Just to sit and wonder, where the side streets end
But there is no reason to fight or defend
No one is that eager, to sit in this pen
But you gotta wonder, when the time is right
If this broken feeling, will last all night
Or drift away into the morning light
It may pass for hunger, but we know it’s fright
And when you come down on a lazy afternoon
And see that sundial point its finger at you
Too early to surrender, too late to refuse
Now you are the latest scandal on the evening news
Well you really got me, on the ledge again
Just to sit and wonder, where the side streets end
But there is no reason to fight or defend
No one is that eager, to sit in this pen, this pen
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The Gallows
03:08
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I don’t need to have a secret,
But what the hell, it don’t concern you anyway
Should have known I’d never keep it
A little bit of drinking and my thoughts just slip away
So why can’t I just see
The trap in front of me
And get down on my knees
To save my skin
Oh, where to begin?
Cause now I’m headed to the gallows
I think we know that I don’t deserve this fate
Not as if it really matters
But the rent is in the mailbox, the parking tickets paid
So why can’t I just see
The trap in front of me
And get down on my knees
To save my skin
Oh, where to begin?
Cause I never learned to keep a secret
Shoulda known it’d come back to haunt me someday
Shoulda known that I would leak it
A little bit of thinking and my thoughts just slip away
So why can’t I just see
The trap in front of me
And get down on my knees
To save my skin
Oh, where to begin?
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The Earthquake
03:13
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I can’t stay long, we’ll sit by the window
The traffic crushes, the still of the hour
The waves build up slowly and race to the shore
On the horizon an old sailor charts his course
Tell the jewelers seven crowns for me
One for every night of the week
Place the next one by my bed while I sleep
And don’t forget to leave behind a key
I can’t believe it, the blow landed softly
I turned to my right side, saw chaos all around me
The quiet of the cafe was shattered by the force
Of an explosion we felt at the center of the Earth
Tell the tremors please stop shaking me
The ground feels soft and slick beneath my feet
Underneath the quicksand, I can’t breathe
So I wait for a merciful release
I can’t stay long, we’ll sit by the window
The traffic crushes the still of the moment
The waves build up slowly and rush to the shore
On the horizon, an old sailor charts his course
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The Planes Brooklyn, New York
The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste. ... more
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