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Standish Anthem
01:28
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ghosts of luanne and scott out haunting the backyard
names carved in the pavement
"sean 1982"
where smoking's the tradition
passed down from father to daughter
haunted by my dad's breath in '89
when metallica was his king
and there was so much to see
neighbor's outta jail
beat the shit out of his sister
high school classmate burned his house down
with his family sleeping
backroads are the way to midwestern heart
where small town fantasy
meets scraped up bandaged knees
and i know i'll always come back
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2. |
Survivor's Guilt
02:06
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if you come home,
i promise to stay clean from whatever it is I need to stay clean from
you’ve been gone,
your cynical choking heart
no you weren’t one to smell of motor oil and guns
in your absence
it feels like being on death row
like an unfinished song written strung out
like a shaved head
like a naked victim
like a starved animal
all defenses comatose
where were the eulogies
for the man who sold his world
for a good story
where were the hearts breaking
over the man who wrote wisdom
as a sad woman
i’m waiting for you to come home
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rotting in the sun
the girl and the vulture
waiting in the grass to feed
the smell of death is everywhere here
what more was there to do but sit and watch
as you saw the world eat itself through the lens
out of all the places you could have been
if you're the vulture, then so am i
bang bang baby you're out
seeing things in the world
no one home would dare think about
images that stay til your death
what more was there to do but sit and watch
as you saw the world eat itself through the lens
out of all the places you could have been
if you're the vulture, then so am i
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come as you are
as you were
as i want you to be
as a friend, as a friend,
as and old enemy
take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours
don't be late
take a rest as a friend
as and old memoria
memoria, memoria, memoria, memoria
come doused in mud
soaked in bleach
as I want you to be
as a trend, as a friend
as an old memoria, memoria
and i swear that i don't have a gun
no i don't have a gun
no i don't have a gun
memoria, memoria, memoria, memoria
and i swear that I don't have a gun
no i don't have a gun
no i don't have a gun
no i don't have a gun
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5. |
My Sacred Ghost
00:56
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my fingers in your throat
i try to reach in you
the holy ghost
cause it's there
and it's waiting to be shared
so open up your mouth
and feed it to me
like its smoke
i'll be born
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