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Hibernation Drill
03:29
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HIBERNATION DRILL
Being lost
With nothing but worn out words and phrases
Between us
Knowing only throwing out the oars
Into a wordless water
Over the meanings edge
Call it a sign or omen
People say I’ve changed
Going nowhere
And going nowhere fast
Silver tongue
Hand of coal
Digging up the past
Little baby blue
Little baby blue I…
Little baby blue
Am I slipping from you too?
Let me in anew
Little did I know you
Little baby blue
Torn apart by illness
Torn apart by death
Maybe a change of heart that broke the egg in the nest
Am I slipping?
Am I
Am I slipping?
Am I
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2. |
Lives
03:12
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Lives
Dull as a butter knife
Leaving a mark on the door over night
Losing our old lives
Ritual lamb how I need your advice
I don’t know what it is you do
The closed off part of me needs the closed part of you
Tiny flame in a lantern of paper
One flew over one fell into the yard
Don’t wanna sleep don’t wanna dream of it either
Tiny flame licked the face of the doll
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Dull as a butter knife
Trying to cut through the skin of the hind
Left to my own vice
Slaying a thought as I lay by your side
Now I don’t know what it is you do
The closed off part of me needs the closed part of you
But I don’t know if that’s enough
If that’s enough for us
Other people losing touch with what once meant so much
Nothing left to discuss
In between love and lust
In between dawn and dusk
All that once meant so much
I’m only sure of us
I miss when we were treading water
I’m not finding it out as I go
I’m going if you’re finding out
There are deserts in the ocean too
Still I can barely see the waking light on me
For what you want and what you need I’m treading water
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3. |
Chamber One
02:04
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4. |
Give It A Name
03:27
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GIVE IT A NAME
Secrets
Serpentine rivers and roads from wounds that bled
I find them grabbing the neck
They coagulate on the bed
The dead dog’s still fed
Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name
Still I don’t know how to live
The gold blanket you give the shipwrecked
Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name
Not body or head
Not living or dead
More than the old you
The prison is building us too
And now you’re looking for love
Or are you looking for love at all?
I know you’re dying to change
I know you’re dying to find an escape from the pain
Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name
Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name
Not body or head
Not living or dead
More than the old you
The prison is building us too
Not body or head
Not living or dead
More than the old you
The prison is building us too
Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name
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5. |
Changing Forever
02:46
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CHANGING FOREVER
O how I envy the words
Coming out of your mouth when you’re talking
Your tongue from where they disperse
Is a hotbed fermenting my gawking
Spellbound by the alchemy art
Making gold out of one in insolvency
O my God
What have I become?
O my God
Something new
O my God
What have I become baby
I’m changing forever for you
Weeding the flesh on my back
In a living room frozen between us
The other lives I have had
Looking enviously through the window
Spellbound by the alchemy art
Making hair out of something less permanent
O my God
What have I become?
O my God
Something new
O my God
What have I become baby
I’m changing forever for you
O my God
What have I become?
O my God
Something new
O my God
What have I become baby
Forever came out of the blue
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6. |
Words Like Soon
03:44
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WORDS LIKE SOON
Just you and I in the odd world
I hold on to you my girl
Using words like soon
A mirror makes up more than half of this old room
So where are we now my girl?
The beginning or the binding of our world
Are you buried alive in my life?
Buried under the slum of my love
No one says it's everywhere
In every thought a lover shares
I did not know that the idea had taken root I swear
The phantom limb of amputees
I never was
Still think I am
A bag of bones will give up it's obsession with it’s death
And for one insane minute pick up it's severed head
So where are we now my girl?
The beginning or the binding of our world
Are you buried alive my girl?
How do I handle the weight of the real world?
Are you buried alive in my life?
Buried under the slum of my love
You see I know I’m in the wrong
That it's the power of the pendulum
They say life is like a song
When the words are wrong to just hum along
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7. |
No Word For The Word
02:52
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NO WORD FOR THE WORD
There is no word for the word
Age of anxiety
Thoughts absurd
Have got me down on my knees
Licking for teeth that are gone from the gums
Licking to swallow the trail of crumbs
Caught in a language that does not contain the word
There is no word for the word
Ivory anxiety
Thought’s a bird
Caught on the inside of a color as I look into the sun
Don’t count your blessing or your curse
You thought it better to not get worse
Speak in a language that does not contain the word
There is no word for the word - There is no word for the word - There is no word for the word - There is no word for the word
Clarion
Sleeper hold
Let me go
The figurehead of the galion is now a word
But there’s no word for the word
There’s no word for the word
There’s no word for the word
There is no word for the word
There is no word for the word
There is no word for the word
There is no word for the word
There is no word for the word
Clarion call of my own trap
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BALLAD OF THE WANDERING EYE
Age of seven cells who will I become?
Ballad of the wandering eye
Leaning against something in the kitchen
Weaved into a lullaby
I’m in the apartment or the inner ear
Reasoned glossolalia
Everybody’s teething on a Gordian Knot
It’s a rope out of the mania
Lay your shadow on the sundial
Lay it down
In the town we built inside our heads
Seven people in the Spanish pyramid
Six of them already dead
Like a wasp against a window
You usher me to sleep
I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet
Like a wasp against the window
You usher me to sleep
I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet
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It changed me
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9. |
Grass Snake
03:40
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GRASS SNAKE
Waiting at the cemetery gate for hours
Heavily medicated
Wanting to call it
Ours ours ours ours ours
Filling up a house with soil
Nothing that I’ve ever said
Could compare to the writing that’s now on the wall
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10. |
Ship On The Wall
03:48
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SHIP ON THE WALL
Night comes rooster in it’s mouth
Night grows as it covers the house
Like clay or a cast of wet cement
The only door I know through which you went
Pain is a ship on the wall and everything is kind of fading
Inside a vault they are now sitting
Snaked inside a tire
Presence like a fan in the ceiling
That “wall to wall” shrug of shoulders
That I keep with me for luck
(Pain is a ship on the wall
And everything is kind of fading)
I see your outline in someone’s eye and I imagine having met someone
Met someone then throwing them away
I see your outline in anyone’s eye and I imagine having met someone that breath of home curled like a frying pan
Pain is a ship on the wall
And everything is kind of fading
Pain is a ship on the wall
And everything is kind of brilliant
I see your outline in anyone’s eye and I imagine having met someone
That breath of home keeping me at bay
Pain is a ship on the wall
And everything is kind of fading
Pain is a ship on the wall
And everything is kind of brilliant
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11. |
Eudaimonia
03:35
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EUDAIMONIA
To want to tell you that I’m sorry but to not know and then to know for sure
Your face is in and out of my subconscience
Vaguer than it was before
I’m gradually forgetting that
Every step I took led down the well
though the road was paved with
Good intension nothing more and to myself I swore-
I’d be the one to try to glue it together and wait for the other shoe
To drop you see the sword is double sided all the things you would undo before the fork divided the road
Good intension nothing more- and to myself I swore
Me in my life you in yours and that’s all
Me in my life you in yours and that’s all
It’s the squeakier wheel that gets the oil and that’s all
Me in my life you in yours and that’s all we’re good for now
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12. |
Chamber Two
03:21
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Chorus Grant Copenhagen, Denmark
Chorus Grant is the moniker of Danish singer, guitarist & song-writer Kristian Finne Kristensen.
Kristian is also one half of the duo Cancer along with his buddy Nikolaj Vonsild (also singing in When Saints Go Machine).
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