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Tomahawk
04:11
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time like tomahawk
circles through our days
bites with spirit of
old mother’s many ways
Custer puffs his chest
Western air disguised
painted warrior tearing through the sky
now it’s war
knowledge lost
but the tomahawk correct you
so keep on war
knowledge bust
heard the radio
way it demonize
yeah there’s right there’s wrong
the truth still waits in line
so will you lock the door
or open up your arms
in preparation for
or the prevention of
now it’s war
knowledge lost
but the tomahawk correct you
so keep on war
knowledge bust
time like tomahawk
circles through our days
now it’s war
knowledge lost
but the tomahawk correct you
so keep on war
knowledge bust
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Swift Hoof
03:37
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“Swift Hoof”
where do I log on
you know I want to fantasize
heavy tongue surrender
high water, blood runner yeah, I wanna take a dive
in this android paradise
(warm to hot) you know they have my head
(warm to hot) you know they have my head
they have it!
“poison,” it said
“Take me again”
“poison,” it said
“take me again”
sojourn in the connection
cause your girl has never felt so tame
downloaded juice in the screen light, yeah
caps locked “love” in this silicon game
well I’m coding your paradise
(in a blink) ten billion zeros and ones
(in a blink) ten billion zeros and ones
we want it!
“poison,” it said
“take me again”
“poison,” it said
“take me again”
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Duke of the Valley
04:15
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well the stars open up as the duke knew they would
I watch him stare in cloak and hood
drunk, pissed, and wielding no good
he guts the whore’s mother feeling he should
well it’s morning and I tail the duke through the meadow
I find him toking pipes with a red bearded fellow
then holding a blade to his throat feeling mellow
gashes a diamond waterfall an almighty rebel
the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally
the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally
at this time well the king enters the floor
he seizes the moment to inspire the poor
“let him wander the streets a pawn of whores
you know a mud-like creature with puss and sores!”
the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally
the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally
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Elephant
03:34
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locked routine every day
what I call work you call play
overtime now I bleed
you’re getting all of me
check your system, overload
elephant, trample your master, get on get out
elephant, trample the bastard, get on get
turn the table now you start to whimper
what I call fun you call torture
underground takin’ ya runnin’ n’ gunnin’ I can smell your fear
now to reap on high road
elephant, trample your master, get on get out
elephant, trample the bastard, get on get
elephant, trample your master, get on get out
elephant, trample the bastard, get on get
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Peasant Once Passed
05:05
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cashing in on the labyrinth
“come and go,” says The Myth
she strolls in thought, in time
the umbrella vice puts down her rhyme
the jamboree has interloped
kashmir dresses in bicycle spokes
she wipes dust from her overcoat
dries her eyes, clears her throat
she is the peasant of light once passed
she is the peasant once passed
she is the peasant of light once passed
yeah the oracle has ejected
statues feel stuffy and rejected
so let her unsling the weapon
as the peasant of light once passed
she is the peasant of light once passed
she is the peasant once passed
she is the peasant of light once passed
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Save
04:14
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reduction to that oil slick
brings together a momentary illness
suction on your providence
keeps together your dirty little secret
save me from the old
ways of thinking - decimate
save me from the gold
chase the number
rock the leather like you won the bid
the puddles getting deeper in every step
cut the fuse on your conniption fit
you know cause money’s no good after you swallow it
save me from the old
ways of thinking - decimate
save me from the gold
chase the number
reduction to that oil slick
seeps forever
save me from the old
ways of thinking - decimate
save me from the gold
chase the number running slave
chase the number running slave
chase the number running slave
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Fire in the Field Boston, Massachusetts
Fire in the Field immediately makes an impression with their eclectic style of heavy driving rock. The band's signature endorphin-releasing, guitar-driven sound has a bluesman's swagger and a punk heart. Mike Moore (Guitar/Vocals) channels Hendrix via Prince, both musically and in showmanship. Jared Graham (Drums), Jeff Badolato (Bass), and Moore explore a melting pot of influences ... more
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