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I hear their voices, as I go down
those who lived without disgrace
those who lived without praise
Now they cry on the doorstep
shake and howl
Down in the mud
with the Coward Angels
arm in arm
with those who are not rebels
nor faithful to god.
Saint Peter in Heaven,
has cast them down
but the hounds of hell
don’t want them around
Here they cry on the doorstep
forever bound.
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Shake them bones
In the morning
Burn Down Rome
Fiddle in the Evening
Holler and moan
For some peace and quiet
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Box of Jesus
03:41
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Pull out a box of Jesus
Crack open your savior in a can
Pour out his grace, one ounce at a time
Liver’s washed in the blood of the lamb
Crack open them saltine crackers
throw a loaf of Velveeta on the board
It’s Costco-sized, so eat your fill
Every bite is a piece of the lord
Chorus
Trade in that warm tap water
Toss out that moonshine in the pail
Fill up a pint from that cardboard tap
Turn you solo cup into the Holy Grail
Chorus
At supper his blood turns to Cabernet
As he lays out his body on the dish
Judas likes to moonlight as a Sommelier
Thinks a Pinot would go better with this fish
Chorus
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4. |
Idle Mouth
01:08
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Instrumental
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Bone Dance City
02:25
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Bones danse the macabre
A xylophone of femurs,
different lengths measured by those who once walked their shoes old.
Maggots and worms dance a segmented rumba through the marrow,
tuning the bones hollow.
A chromatic brunch for those who feast underground, with bottomless formaldehyde mimosas.
Finger bones
that once supported the arched neck of a lover, hang now like chimes.
Giving voice to cold wind when they touch.
A long tone from a slender flute, carved from the clavicle
where the collar of that final shirt hung.
Spared the purgatory of a thrift store rack, laying instead over an airless lung.
Threads snap back and curl like burnt hair
returning at last to an elemental state of wool.
The drum, a heartbeat played with sticks of calcium.
Skin, thick with water, still wet with kisses, tattooed with the scars of the sun.
Pulled taut by hair that grows on after the final sigh.
In that rattle, a melody hides.
A song of peace or maybe, a shout at god.
For both songs, the bones dance.
while we clap along below.
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Grace on loan
Blood is pouring
Pick up the phone
Something to believe in
Hear the dial tone
Rotten apple bites
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Skeleton Train
03:02
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The Porter turns to dust on the baggage carousel
Rusted cup is empty, no more wishes in the well
The coins from my eyelids to pay your fare
Steam from the tracks to slick down your hair
Climb on board, this train leaves on time
Punch your ticket for the end of the line
Look up and down, but can't find a seat
Just rattling bones clapping with the beat
Chorus:
We're going to hell on a skeleton train
Coal smoke running through my veins
Slowly going insane
on this skeleton train
Conductor's eyes are empty, with a shit-eating grin
His teeth clack together singing “come on in”
Run past the Boilerman shoveling the coal
You can see through his rib-cage, you can see through his soul
Chorus
Steering the engine, is a man in black
With a red pointed tail and horns to match
You gotta cut a deal, there’s nothing left to do
Take off your skin and dance with the skeleton crew
Chrous x2
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8. |
Idle Eyes
01:28
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Instrumental
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9. |
Plucked Wings
04:35
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Skin like a rattlesnake
Red as the dawn
Your spirit needs a resting place
Like a flea needs a dog
You don’t know where you’re going to
Until you know which side you’re on
The gates are closed in paradise
Better hitchhike back on home
home
Chorus:
Trade reason for rhyme
Pay up later on the other side
I keep on pulling
the feathers from these wings
while Lucifer sings.
Tell the queen, the pawn’s to blame
For the folly of the king
Cut a piece of the cake we made
on the edge of a Guillotine
take your mask off and set it down
listen to the rain
hold me close until the weeds are drown
as we whisper out the
oh the names
Chorus
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Lead me home
Devil breathes a warning
Patches sewn
Bones need a cleaning
your eyes stay closed
How can you see the light
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Bring Me Home
03:48
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I don’t know where you are
I think I know just where I’ve been
Had to live a life without you
Guess I paid the price for your sins
When I get too tired to walk
Wish I could climb up on your back
But when bones have turned to ashes
I forget the sound of our laugh
Stumble in the dark
with no one to lead the way
All I got left of you is your picture in a frame
and your name
to bring me home
You called out the end the end of the song
before I had a chance to sing
Left me spinning on the carousel
Reaching for the brass ring
You know I caught me an angel
who gave birth to a fairy queen
wish you could look into her eyes
see all the parts of you and me
Reach up to find your hand
and the right words to say
And I see you in the mirror
as my hair turns a lighter gray
whisper your name
to bring me home
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When the sun sets too soon
we find the reason for the moon
The fire down below
helps us to grow
the seeds we have sewn
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Modus Opera & Eye Vallejo, California
The soundtrack for the foolish Borracho looking for salvation. Finding it in a cup, or on the road, or maybe behind the sofa.
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