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Intro (demo)
00:37
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I lived in a house on Sierra Avenue
where Sierra Madre and Sierra Padre's weedy children grew
The tumbleweeds and orange trees
The bloody knees and broken teeth
A mighty monster swelled beneath the sidewalks that I knew
The sidewalks that I knew
This tale I tell is true.
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The Land (demo)
02:17
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Yellow buds at the edge of the meadow
Red is rock where the rust has set in
We were built from a tired old Chevy
And orange dust was our skin
When the earth had settled its shaking
We returned to the valley again
Built our home from the bones of Great Satan,
And we didn't know how to sin back then
We didn't know how to sin
Rain falls down to run in the river
Every river runs to the sea
Every foothill runs to the mountains
And you come running to me, to me,
You come running to me, to me
You come running to me
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Tell me, tell me when the end will come and I'll be fine
Tell me why the colors are now running from my eyes
There will be no end tonight
And the colors will be new and bright
But until the sky turns light
I'll hold you tight
Are your fingers clutching with the cold, or are they mine?
There is such a rushing in my bones, I think I'm flying
I can feel your fingers tense
and your heart pounding with violence
but all pain, no matter how immense,
it must relent
relent
And we mustn't be afraid of the choices that we made
And we mustn't have regrets for the love we give and get
And we'll open up our lungs and scream the things we should have sung but never tried
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Every morning when the warming started I departed for the orchards
Every afternoon I'd tear the grass out by the roots and build a fortress
Strong against the wind
No one could peek in
Begin
Ants are marching and I'm watching feeling something in me like an ember
Sometimes I think in the mountains there's another me I don't remember
Living all alone
Sitting on a throne
She's grown
And one day I discovered my own breast
The fire kept behind the iron vest
Lazy days would fade as I would dabble with my fingers through the corset
Prodding at the heating that I couldn't reach unless I really forced it
And I would feel the throb
Throw back my head and sob
I'm lost
Light glints off the windows of the house and now I think I see my brother
And I put back the padlock but I can't forget the warmth beneath the covers
Will he ever know
The places where I go
The birds tell me that somewhere there is sea
And I know that I never will be free
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The Traveler (demo)
03:55
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Over the years, they told you the fields were an enclave, inescapable
They kept me here, arms folded to keep out the warm days, like a paper doll
But what have you got in your pocket, my darling,
And what have you got in your hands, sir?
A stutter, a statement, a careless replacement for an answer?
The bitter bark must taste so much sharper without sugar to make it palatable
But I know each part of each acre here far too well now to take another trail
But what have you got in your pocket, my darling,
and why is your breath so restrained now?
The weight of the plate on my lungs, it is aching beneath the patience of a stranger
I will let you in my larder
Like a burglar in the garden
Climbing over all the hedges
And I will take you so much farther
That you'll never beg my pardon
or anyone else's
I will let you in my larder
Like a burglar in the garden
Climbing over all the hedges
And I will take you so much farther
That you'll never beg my pardon
or anyone else's
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Nightfall (demo)
03:26
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I've heard tapping at the floorboards
where no foot has stepped
And no speck of dust has gathered
on the boards that no one swept
And I can feel a presence here
just like a phantom limb
It's reaching out to him
It's reaching out
Something's gone and whittled down
your holy trust and love
No new plaything can bring back
the innocence that you once lost
Close the doors and lock them
but the nightfall will creep in
It's reaching out to him
It's reaching out
Don't look under any carpets
Lest our fears are hiding from us
Pull the quilt over your head
and let the ancients rest
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The Monster (demo)
02:49
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The earth rends beneath a rumbling call
Flinging harvest into windfall
As the gust takes off the garden gate
Sending tumbling towers of orange crates
And the hinges of our bedroom door
now dig trenches in our floorboards
The pavement cracks, the paint peels back
and we behold our black-eyed lord
Where are you now
When all the claws are out ripping into our mother's shroud
And is there truth
To the things you said in the feather bed where I lay next to you
And his limbs are hanging white and red
From the serpent with its fanged head
Oh god the teeth, venom beneath,
why take my brother in my stead
when it is I that should be dead
Where are you now
When all the claws are out ripping into the hardened ground
And is there hope
For the things you broke when you, careless, spoke of a place to go
far, far from home
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The Warning (demo)
01:23
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You were the one with the gun, my friend
And you were the one with the wrath in your eyes,
You were the one with the shame in your stride
And you were the one with the gun.
You pulled the string that undid the whole thing
And you pulled the trigger that made the hole bigger
You pulled the plug in the end, my friend,
For you were the one with the gun.
And you can't fight fire with bullets
And you can't fight bullets with blame
You can't fight hate with love
But you must fight flame with flame.
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The Mourning (demo)
00:34
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The Morning (demo)
04:17
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Running past
the sheafs have bloody backs
My feet leave muddy tracks
The seeds have gone to grass
And all the weeds take root
Fed by the fallen fruit
And by the august youth
Who lies beneath the earth inside a tree
Eaten by beetles in his sleep
a lump of gold between his teeth
And maybe when the storms invade
They may upturn his shallow grave
And lay his bones upon the surface
And I'll roll beneath the sea and take his place
Eagles scream
While in my red sky dreams
I lick my conscience clean,
at least as clean as we will ever know
Before I see, with my eyes closed,
The jagged mountains in the East covered in foam
With which the valley will be filled
from every hill to every hill
Until the liquid starts to spill
Over the doors and windowsills
And all the creatures that I killed
Will leap to drink the swirling swill
and dance above my head like willow
fronds, and I will fly beyond
The skies will part as they reclaim their kin
A sun-scorched orphan with a chest of tin
The skies will part as they reclaim their kin
A sun-scorched orphan with a chest of tin
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Dorian Finch San Francisco, California
defunct project of the artist now known as udzo mau
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