1. |
Velvet Ear
00:41
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2. |
Wheeldriver
03:21
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Sifting fluid for pots and pan
Driveshaft missile from old Japan
The wiper juice canary man
The coalmine mishap, the jar in cans
You listen close, perceive the rev
You see and hear your mission lead
Smokestack building, medvedez
A drainpipe closure cigarette
Stickshift doghouse, blue lagoon
Pipebomb missile, new unused
Sailor final, no returns
Left hook lip bomb, ashes earned
Drink drunk forth
The Wheeldriver
And two red lights
Are breaking down doors
Two red lights
Are breaking down doors
A look afford the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
Something else in place of you
Limp cracked bone wrist, overdue
Tailgate prone has hold of you
New-age old-soul two left shoes
Sidewalk back break an older you
Jackpot motor way is blue
Jackpot motor pressure blew
Drunk forth the Wheeldriver
Red lights will break down doors
Two red lights
Are breaking down doors
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
Two red lights
Are breaking down doors
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
Lookin' for the Wheeldriver
I'm lookin' for the Wheeldriver
Sifting fluid, pots and pans
The driveshaft missile from old Japan
The wiper juice canary man
The coalmine mishap, jar in hand
I'm looking for the Wheeldriver
Two red lights
Break down doors
Two red lights
Break down doors
Two red lights
Break down doors
Two red lights
Break down doors
Two red lights
Are breaking down doors
Two red lights
Break down doors
Two red lights
Break down doors
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3. |
Wallfire
02:15
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Wallfire
Sift to fuck
Steel cold
Stone fuck
Hard lost luck
Wallfire
Sift to fuck
Steel cold
Stone fuck
Out of luck
I won't rest until your head rests
On a steelcold spike and tarpit
Stir my humans into unrest
Roll cadavers into carpets
Race with blindfold spies
Overcover, undermine
Race with blindfold spies
Overcover, undermine
It's gotta mean something big to someone
To undergo a head smacked shovel
It's gonna mean something big when I come
Undertaker wrath discover
Rocks and rubble undercover
Concrete smacks off drainpipe struggles
Manhole covers blown asunder
Racing with the Wheeldriver
Race with blindfold spies
Overcover, undermine
Race with blindfold spies
Overcover, undermine
Where are you goin'?
I've gotta know
So I'll find your home
You lost the time
The race against light
Down goes the endless flight
Of lies and spies
Wallfire
Sift to fuck
Steel cold
Stone fuck
Out of luck
Wallfire
Sister fuck
Steel cold
Stone fuck
Gondola
Wallfire
Sister fuck
Steel cold
Stone fuck
Gondola
Wallfire
Cease your fuck
Sister fucking on your luck
Where have you gone, sister?
You lost the time
The race against light
Down goes the endless flight
Of lies and spies
There's a Wallfire
Wallfire
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4. |
Soother
02:17
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Transient missile frighten face
Whip crack lightning never fades
Why have you gone astray?
And washed ashore in a million rays
And gone again
Salient faces seem to change
Saline missiles thrown astray
Why had you gone away?
And washed ashore in a million rays
Gone again
Soother save face for today
Your wishful thoughts will soon decay
When missing herds are lost again
Fallout cliffside, wandering
Don't deny my aims
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5. |
Cowcatcher
02:44
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(That's all it really is, it's a big circle)
Burnt down barns will whistle clear
Wind blown Spotted Steers
Herds will disappear
Once was known by all who're here
Lost the reigns of Ol' Spot Steer
Spirals disappear
Long walk over the edge
Leaves brush off the hedge
All along the everclear
River snarl veneer
Cow tongue caught in velvet ear
Reign 'em in back over here
I'll catch the cow
I'll snatch him out
When it's thru
The rainy dew
Under the sow
And off the bow
Oh, wonder how
To burn the mow
I'll catch the cow
I'll snatch him out
N' when it's thru
The rainy dew
Run right under the sow
Thrown off the bow
And wonder how
To burn wet mow
List check odour
Standing clear
Cow, raw milk
Souvenir
The barnyard burning
Wool heifer
Slowly trails the Cowcatcher
It costs a lot to disappear
Was a tongue and ear
Prodded on a red iron spear
It's everclear
I'll catch the cow
I'll snatch him out
N' when it's thru
The rainy dew
In the time the cows been here
Lost your eye and ear
Still don't know what isn't near
Folded fields to hide my steer
I'll catch the cow
I'll snatch him out
N' when it's thru
The rainy dew
List check Odin
Standing clear
Whipped cow, raw milk
Souvenir
The barnyard burning
Her wool heifer
Slowly trails the Cowcatcher
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6. |
Cowpoke
01:56
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Cowpoke soldier
Eastern World
Rolling fields
Missing herd
Gunfire earshot range
Shackle Cowpoke grange
The Wheeldriver
Starting fires
Burning buildings
From the Eastern
Cowpoke soldier
Eastern herd
Eastern field
Rolling world
Cowpoke soldier
Eastern World
Rolling fields
Missing herd
Missing velvet ear
Missing velvet eye
Sheepdog roundup
Cattleprod a
Scented sightless
Longgone witless steer
Goodbye
Goodbye
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7. |
Gypsy Major
02:47
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(Likening the lightning to the mishap of those misfits
And you ruminate and ya contemplate the sightings of the missing
While you talk about the takings with your likeness that'll listen
Yet a feeling you've conceived of deep inside won't let you miss them
Although the people losing their life savings by omission
Through deliverance to somewhere by a someone thru a listing
Lost their loved ones and possessions due to a series of misgivings
Most of them were taken somewhere due to warranted opinions
Like lightning doesn't strike by calculations or proceedings
Losing people who aren't needed is important despite grievings
And power up above will blow everything to pieces
Just like lightning from above the takings placate all your reasons)
Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand
Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand
(Never go where you might know
Never know where you might go
Never feed the hand that bleed
Never take the weigh that feeds)
(Wonder at their lost location and see absent positions
Yer barking at the vacant streets and at the moon yer hissing
Travel into havens for some safe secure provisions
Trap inside the cellphone towers, radiate positions
Tracking on a broadband wire, sealing intuitions
Hear real sinewave signal sight radioing locations
Feel it closing in, a gang of large local physicians
Were you feeding into the feelings of the large and loft patricians
When they told you there was nothing worth inquiring inquisition?
Did you manage to believe that with the magnitude of missing?)
Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand
Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand
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8. |
Hollowcane
02:54
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The hollowcane cold frost terrain
The latterday now lost again
A final word with scented blue
A cold wind blown cross over you
The seafloor bomb blew straight across
The lasso Mexican stand off
The hollowcane cold frost terrain
The latterday now lost again
The seafloor bomb blew straight across
The lasso Mexican stand off
A mission from the leaded aims
A missing mansion washed away
The seafloor bomb blew straight across
The lasso Mexican stand off
Siberian mountain bid adieu
Frostbite waters cut you thru
Wallfire fingertips are strewn
A costly loss of scented blue
The hollowcane cold frost terrain
The latterday now lost again
The seafloor bomb blew straight across
The lasso Mexican stand off
The seafloor bomb blew straight across
The lasso Mexican stand off
When under strain you fold your views
And lose restraint, withhold your dues
A world of pain in store for you
It's black and cold with eyes of blue
A mismatched head is stricken red
And whip cracked porters fallen dead
While foreign fighters forage hens
And wish for winterfall to end
An undercurrent swept distress
With four concurrent minarets
A long springloaded cigarette
And Alien brought an obelisk
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9. |
Organ Harvest
02:44
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A whistling blue harvest moon
The maelstrom of mansions in June
Carvin' a stone with a waterfall
Weatherin' wintertime froze them all
Loading a firearm with lead
Missing a chancellors head
Harvesting organs with waterfalls
Why are ya following me?
Why are ya following me?
Why are ya following me?
What couldn't possibly be?
What could approximate me?
What could that possibly mean?
What could that possibly mean?
What could not possibly?
Harvesting organs with waterfalls
When the winter comes you will crawl
Back to the damn near best man
For building a dam
You could find him
Working on dams
Why are ya following me?
Why are ya following me?
Why are ya following me?
What doesn't decimate me?
What could approximate me?
What doesn't decimate me?
What doesn't decimate me?
What doesn't decimate me?
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10. |
Cattleprod
02:48
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Pickup truck, rolling down
On your big blood red nightgown
Bloody hen got tossed away
Chuck the carcass off the reigns
All the rednecks start again
With leaded shotgun, rampaging
Combine rollin', fields frayed
On your red nightgown today
Foraging thru brush and trees
Green pine needles fall with ease
Shot big twelve gauge ol' bucks away
In feeding frenzy rampage games
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
All the rednecks start again
With leaded shotgun, rampaging
Pickup truck, rolling down
On your big blood red nightgown
All the rednecks start again
With leaded shotgun, rampaging
Pickup truck, rolling down
On your big blood red nightgown
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
All the rednecks start again
Leaded shotgun, rampaging
Pickup truck, rolling down
On your big blood red nightgown
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Rampage redneck shotgun
Blasting on opossum
Pickup truck, rolling down
On your big blood red nightgown
Combine rollin', fields frayed
On your red nightgown today
All the rednecks start again
With leaded shotgun, rampaging
Bloody hen got tossed away
Chuck the carcass off the reigns
WEEHOO!
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11. |
Eastern Dynasty
01:41
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12. |
Velvet Eye
00:47
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13. |
Scent
05:09
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Your scent on the pillow
The sound of your eardrums
The touch of a willow
In my veins
You're held up in sorrow
The passing of seasons
The past that you borrow
Is here again
You're with me, yet nowhere
The end of the unfair
Starting the slow cares
And my aims
Sensing deflating
Meaning of reason
Pointless conflation
Is here again
Yet not all lost
No cost at all
Watcher for yesterday
Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday
They are in no shape
To leave for a reason
They locked in the windows
Or the mane
They are without this
Nothing preserves that
Which comes to fruition
In latter days
And not a loss
No cost at all
Watcher for yesterday
Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday
I am a sermon
A summoning serpent
A viscous deserter
Of my aims
I am a father
Of all which is birthed here
Never bestowed with
Those endless veins
I'm a despiser
Of all that was earned in
Missions of sorrow
Or latter days
I am on fire
With visions that charred her
Listen untold to
All her games
She is a demon
A vacuum of feeling
A vacuous evening
Ah, here again
She will deride that I live on the farsight
Off with the ease and
All my aims
Yet not all lost
No cost at all
Watcher for yesterday
Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday
Yet at no cost
No loss at all
Watch out for yesterday
Yet not all cost
No lost at all
Watch out for today
Watch out for loss
Watch out for cost
Watch out for yesterday
And at no cost
No lost at all
Watch out for yesterday
Yet at no cost
Not lost at all
Don't watch for yesterday
And at no cost
Not lost at all
Watch out for yesterday
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Lamb Faucet Ontario
Dave is a solo artist from Ontario, Canada who makes alternative rock, noise rock and folk with strong, rhythmic grooves.
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