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01/20/2009 |
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7. | ouo |
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9. | Unfolding Fans |
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14. | On Ho |
15. | Section 8 City (iTunes only bonus track) |
16. | 10-you-us (iTunes only bonus track) |
17. | Take Courage (eMusic only bonus track) |
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in the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
all the calcified arhythmitists were doing the math
it would take a calculated blow to the head
to light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths
oh arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths
oh arm and arm with all the harmless sociopaths
calcium mines were buried deep in your chest
oh calcim mines you buried deep in your chest
oh no we're deep in a mine
oh no a calcium mine
so let's get out of here
past the atmosphere
squint your eyes and no one dies
or goes to jail
past the silver bridge, oh the silver bridge
wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil
oh oh deep in a mine,
oh oh a calcium mine
arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths
arm and arm with all the harmless sociopaths
in the calcium mines buried deep in your chest
oh the calcium mines buried deep in your chest
oh oh deep in a mine
oh no-- calcium mines oh no
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Come what may, lay your eggs where it's warm
We come here to swarm
Come by sea, swarm like smoke in the dawn
We were the young, we were the swarm
Radiolarians, midges and moths cut from a cloth
We were the young, we were the swarm
Flailing fetal fleas, feeding from the arms of the master
Burrow into me and this is sure to misspell disaster
Oh, and the young in the larva stage orchestrating plays
Investments of translucent alabaster
So they took me to the hospital, they put my body through a scan
What they saw there would impress them all for inside me grows a man
Who speaks with perfect diction as he orders my eviction
As he acts with more conviction than I, I, I
Oh, burrow into me, this is sure to misspell disaster
Oh, burrow into me, you're feeding from the arms of the master
We were the young, we were the swarm
We were the young radiolarians
We were the young, we were the swarm
We were the young radiolarians
We were the young, we were the swarm
We were the young radiolarians
Come what may, come what may
Come
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Comes and goes
Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
And it gloats
Like it knows whats going wrong, like its clever
Has a name, oh but to me goes unspoken
Where the veins oh are all twisted and broken.
Soldier on
Soldier on
Soldier on
Flare into the war of the snack machine (?)
Muted screams of an old regime
And then oh, something gets hit
But not shake his hand (?)
and we were all fast asleep
we were all so fast asleep
but you woke up, woke up from the strangest dream
that an old regime could ever know
would ever know, would ever know
Lava flows over the crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean
and explodes like in a steam heat fevered sickly commotion (
Has a name but the name goes unspoken
its in vein 'cause that language is broken
Cause your wrong (?)
Cause your wrong
Soldier on
Soldier on
Soldier on
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If you come to find me affable
Build a replica for me
Would the idea to you be laughable?
Of a pale facsimile?
So would you come to burn an effigy?
It should keep the flies away
When you launce upon this effigy
It should be
For the hours that slip away
Slip away
Chorus
It could be you
It could be me
Walk in the door
Drinking for free
Carrying on with your conspiracies
Filling the room with a sense of unease
Fake conversations on a non-existent telephone
Like the words of a man who spent a little too much time alone
I don’t want to spend too much time alone
When you come to burn my effigy
It should keep the flies away
If you long to burn an effigy
It should be for the man whose lost a friend
Slips away
It could be you
It could be me
Walk in the door
Drinking for free
Carrying on with your conspiracies
Filling the room with a sense of unease
Fake conversations on a non-existent telephone
Like the words of a man who spent a little too much time alone
I don’t want to spend too much time alone
La la la la la
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Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot
Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness, less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven
Thank the heavens for their elasticity
And as for those who live and die for astronomy
When coprophagia was writ
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit
And who would want to know this?
Click, click, click
Who wants to look upon this?
Who wants to look upon this pray tell?
Who wants to look upon this?
Who wants to look upon this pray tell, pray tell?
Tenuousness, less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
And as for those who live and die from numerology
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Just think of the lives you could swap with your own
While you're selling your coats, you're sewing your own
You know it's not the easy way
Sometimes we've got to pay to play
With finger paints and macramé
It's time we asked the sea and say
Could you bring a different nomenclature?
Now the colors have bled to gray
To ones that don't exist in nature
A nomenclature is washing away, washing away
A nomenclature is washing away, washing away
But did it carry you away, carry you all the way?
Did it carry you away, carry you all the way?
Nomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away
Nomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away
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I run the numbers through the floor
Here's how it goes
I crack the codes I crack the codes
That end the war
The Hour
I pushed a note under your door
Here's how it goes
Things come to blows
But we don't want this anymore
No, we don't want this anymore
I crack the codes you end the war
I hear the clockwork in your core
Time strips the gears till you
Forget what they were for
I push the numbers through your pores
I crack the codes I crack the codes
To end the war
How's my living
You can call
Encrypted numbers
On bathroom stalls
There's something burning
It casts a pall
It's melting numbers right
Off the walls
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I see a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
And that'll be the end of me.
While the vicious fish was caught unawares in the tenderest of tendrils
Underneath her tender gills
I will become this animal
Perfectly adapted to the music halls
I will become this animal
Anomalous appendages
A non-animal
Hold on just a second
Don't tell me this one you know
I know this one I know this song
I know this one I love this song
Hold on just a second
Don't tell me this one you know
i know this one I know this song
I know this one I love this song
I know this one
Underneath the stalactites
The troglobites lost their sight
Uh oh
The seemingly innocuous plecostomus
though posthumus
They talk to us
They talk too much
See a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
That'll be the end of me
Vicious fish was caught unawares
In the tend'rest tendrils
Underneath her tender gills and
I will become this animal
Perfectly adapted to a music hall
I will become this animal
Anomalous appendages
A non-animal
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Look upon the field of snow
To find the desert sea
Under the ice the springs will flow to release
Fecundates like a natural disaster
From the first drop of water
To the rage of Niagara
Collapse upon the forest floor and down upon your knees
Anthurium Lacrimae decays underneath the canopies like a natural disaster
It's the one that's been happening over and over and over again
No peace in the valleys
Malarial alleys where the kittens have pleurisy
Donning our goggles
Valerian ogles
To see microscopically
A colony of dermestids
Undressed and digested
A grey spotted owl
And a wolf with a lung disease
Collapse upon the forest floor and down upon your knees
Anthurium Lacrimae decays underneath the canopies like a natural disaster
It's the one that keeps happening over and over and over again
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Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer so uncalled for, you call it piece of mind
'Cause I can see your house from here
Now leaves have fallen, dear
I can see you're just a little privateer
As your confession draws more near
Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless
In time, oh that's what I find
So carry me to Mecca with what you may divine
Take me with you, take me with you
Don't leave me behind
Oh, 'cause I, I don't want your life insurance
Home, motto, health, flood and fire insurance
Oh, just make, please make this basic inference
And speak of me in the present tense
Oh, 'cause I, I can see your ships from here
Now the weather so bright and clear
I can see you're just a little profiteer
As your confession draws more near
As your confession draws more near
As your confession draws more near
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Though bells will ring church steeples catchin' fire
And if you promise spring then I know you are a liar
'Cause in the spring tender grasses won't burn easily
Though thrushes sing still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips, they still scald my lungs
While thistles will burn my feet
And if you join our chorus you will never fear anymore
So here comes the chorus, we will meet on a fatal shore
Souverian, souverian, the elder
Souverian, souverian the free
Souverian, souverian we felt her
So very young, so very young were we
Birds will sing still my lover won't return to me
You promise spring still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips scald my lungs and thistles are burning my feet
So here it comes the chorus, you'll never fear anymore
If you join our chorus we will meet on a fatal shore
Under the elders the older get younger
The younger get over, over their elders
And under the elders pretend that you're older now
Under the elders the older get younger
The younger get over, over the elders
Under the elders bending your branches down
We who are so very young still my lover won't return to me
The thrushes sing still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs while thistles still burn my feet
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