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The Listen Things
04:23
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Skeletons and gamblers stumble and meander, tracing crooked smiles on the ground
They are aimless but determined to be resolute and learned while they marvel at the thoughts they've found
Balconies full of broken dreams, haggard minds and bursting seams
The two cannot be parted
I'm just getting started
Flashes fill the famous streets
While ashes drain from beneath their feet
And they're singing
Bet they're singing
Oh why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm
A windswept cityscape so ready
To reap the lives and minds of many
Chapped cracks in the paths they tread
They're living in their heads
The phantoms that pursue them, these erudite illusions, list lazily from cigarettes and breath
Under a haze of orange lamplight, wrapped up in what's in hindsight, they criss-cross walks and talk of better days
Empty eyes cast on endless skies, brimming lips and toothless lies
The two cannot be parted
I'm just getting started.
Four more years of these sleepless nights
Four more years wondering is this right?
And they're singing
I bet they're signing
Oh why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm
A windswept cityscape so ready
To reap the lives and minds of many
Chapped cracks in the paths they tread
They're living like they're dead.
Oh why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Oh why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Oh why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm
Why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Chapped cracks in the paths they tread
Oh why's the rain feel so heavy
Why's the wind make me unsteady
Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm
A windswept cityscape so ready
To reap the lives and minds of many
Chapped cracks in the paths they tread
They don't know they're living like they're dead.
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Catch catch the match that strike the chord
The dark won't spark for long
Eyes wide and cracking spine
Synapses firing a song
Reveal what's congealed in the veins that strain with every stuttered cry
Create from sinless fate and try not to look so surprised
Mic in hand
Take a stand
Scream a meaning tonight
Stoke the flame
Make a name
Get a fist in the fight
Light cigarettes and take your bets
write it's wrong when it's right.
And make them dance baby dance
Revel in the rapture of a chance
To live again
Dance baby dance
to clapped chapped hand that clamor in the stands
Beat beat your stripped and tattered feet
With sound to shake the ground
The flash from match to ash
The sight and smell of smoke astound
Unveil whats been nailed to the heart of every killer that you've crossed
Take from what you can't remake and dear don't you dare mind the cost
Mic in hand
Take a stand
Scream a meaning tonight
Stoke the flame
Make a name
Get a fist in the fight
Light cigarettes and take your bets
write it's wrong when it's right.
And make them dance baby dance
Revel in the rapture of a chance
To live again
Dance baby dance
to clapped chapped hand that clamor in the stands
Dance until your feet can't hit the floor
Dance just like you've never danced before
Dance until they can't forget you
Under those black lights make them regret you now
And make them dance baby dance
Revel in the rapture of a chance
To live again
Dance baby dance
to clapped chapped hand that clamor in the stands
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Quiet Queen of Hearts
05:40
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A quiet queen of hearts hidden in a deck of cards
Next to cigarettes inside a magicians tattered coat pocket
A jade jack of spades the nameless face in the parade
Of blacks and reds and twos to tens and the kings of all of them
Chance and luck and happenstance
Love and lust and red romance
Beating hearts in heaving chests
Two faded cards in a fraying deck
Shuffled by those calloused hands
Dealt to folks in foreign lands
Slipped up sleeves and home again
Those two faces so far apart the jack of spades and queen of hearts
Never met in all the tricks and gimmicks in the magicians repertoire
Flitting past each other life was loud with cheap slight of hand for a smarter crowd
And with every passing year they wondered the number of times that they would hear
Is this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your this your this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your this your this your card?
Is it the quiet queen of hearts?
Quiet Queen of Hearts
They wandered in the smoke and mirrors of parlor tricks and bottled fears
The people all amazed at the same games the two had seen for years
The magician never revealed his secrets except to his deck of silent assistants
The jacks of spades watched his imagination fade away
Chance and luck and happenstance
Love and lust and red romance
Beating hearts in heaving chests
Two faded cards in a fraying deck
Shuffled by those calloused hands
Dealt to folks in foreign lands
Slipped up sleeves and home again
But on an any other kind of day the magician's magic got away from him
A mundane trick and one small slip saw the whole world rearranged
The jack the queen now in and out of place but staring face to face to face to face
Is this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your this your this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your this your this your card?
Like magic plays on people's faith this songs disguising what I mean to say
The jack of spades is just a doppelganger for my name
Your my queen of hearts and I knew it right from the start
Since that night I lost myself with you beneath those city lights
Is this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your this your this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your card?
Is this your this your this your card?
The queen of hearts
The queen of hearts
Queen queen queen queen queen of hearts
The queen of hearts
The queen of hearts
Queen queen queen queen queen of hearts
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Mohawk Chapel
02:55
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When the sun explodes and the earth erodes and we're floating in our thoughts and oblivion has tied our souls in knots
When the fears that we've ignored come beating down our doors our minds will do what knives and bombs cannot
They'll set us free
Set us free
We'll cleave ourselves from this reality
Set us free
Oh baby please
I'd choose scorched skeletons over their infinity
Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame
Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway
When we're bleached bones underneath headstones and our deaths been dragged in ink and our forests burned and beaches turned to glass
We'll scream with joy as we bleed into the void and find where we belong at last
They'll set us free
Set us free
We'll cleave ourselves from this reality
Set us free
Oh baby please
I'd choose scorched skeletons over their infinity
Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame
Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway
Let's fucking do this
Set us free
Set us free
We'll cleave ourselves from this reality
Set us free oh glory
Set us free give us a story
So we can learn to die
Set us free oh glory
Set us free give us a story
We'll live our lives in rhyme
Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame
Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway
Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame
Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway
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David Cline Chicago, Illinois
David Cline is a singer-songwriter from Kansas City, Kansas.
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