1. |
Weary Breath
04:34
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Beat me
Bind me
Never mind me
Its not like I’ll go away
Its not like I’ll come for
the people that you love
Its impossible for you to save
The specters of ships that have burned
Want me
Wound me
Please consume me
Its not like I’ll go away
Its not like I’ll come for
the people that you love
Comfort me at the gates
With specters of ships that have burned
Save your weary breath
You’re hardly strong enough
To take in this experience
Taste my power, my confidence
Strength in the fires below
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2. |
In the Dark
03:22
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In the dark I will find my way to your arms
In the dark I can’t see I’ll find your lips
In the dark where nothing is I will be there for you
In the dark I will grab you I will pull you down and touch your lips
I will find you
Won’t you come to me
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3. |
Book of Dead
04:08
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Walkin' along in big man shoes
Swingin' a dick, suckin' booze
Well it's all because of you
In The Mornin' I'm ready here
Strappin' boots n snaggled hair
Watchin' a man eatin' his own hand
out of your lair.
It's gone, lover gone,
I loved you far too long
an' it's time to write your line
in the Book of Dead.
She may be thinking twice when I'm gone.
It's too late girl Book of Dead can't be undone.
I said it's gone, lover gone,
I loved you far too long
an' it's time to write your line
in the Book of Dead.
But just to be sure that we are clear
it's time for you to disappear
Once and for all, up against the wall,
an' outa my head.
She may be thinking twice when I'm gone.
It's too late girl Book of Dead can't be undone.
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4. |
Tiny Hands
04:30
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Speak again
I’ll break your mouth
into flecks of spit and bone.
Tiny hands
time to learn
you’ve already had your turn.
Little boy
make us proud.
In your room try not to think of her.
Little one
time to learn
you’ve already had your turn.
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5. |
In Sleep
05:07
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Awake from resting life
he says
I can’t feel nothing
When Faced with birth or death
there’s no
need for suffering
When its your time there’s no
cheating or bluffing
You say,
Oh, wake me when the morning comes
Breath and blood grow cold
it lasts forever
clocks stop still on walls
as soul is severed
sweet sleep, perchance to dream
unending beauty
that says
Oh, wake me when the morning comes
Who will be the first
To taste that place sublime
Of which we have heard
Lies on the other side
The rose is plucked for love
and stands for yearning
Carnations only bloom
in times of mourning
What kiss, sweetest breath
a taste discerning
that says
Oh, wake me when the morning comes
Lay down
In sleep interred
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6. |
Subterfuge
03:30
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7. |
Building Song
03:52
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Take in the rain
With your eyes so grey
Wish it all away
Waitin’ around for
The scene to change
Let out a sigh
With a look in your eyes
That's so far away
And so it stays the same
Pick up a pen
With a story to spin
Tell it to the end
Tell it all to me
Make no mistake
The sleeper never awakes
Till their spirit breaks
That’s how it comes to be
And so it came to be
Make up a lie
Whatsoever you like
Fake a different life
It doesn't change a thing
Stop being afraid
Make attempt at escape
Till you get away
That's how it comes to be
And so it came to be
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Madam Trashy Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by legendary Seattle producer Jack Endino (Nirvana, High on Fire) and building on influences such as The Melvins, Tool, High on Fire and King Crimson, “Book of Dead” melds the creativity and spontaneity of Madam Trashy's Williamsburg base with the raw power of the early 1990’s Seattle scene. ... more
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