1. |
Don't Turn Away
03:25
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I tried to cut out the glass
that was buried down inside my skin
but I just kept opening veins the wrong way
I tried to find the words to speak
through the rope tied against my throat
and every word like glass had your name
I tried to find some excuse
for the static at the end of the line
but I can't make sense of your voice anymore
And to think that there will always be
some part of you that's not part of me
I prefer the memory to the girl
I love you is just another word
to convince us of the lies we've told
I love you is just another way of killing time
I will tell you anything you want
if I don't have to spend the night alone
I will tell you what you want to hear
if you stand by me
I know that I turned my back
but I did it just to face the fact
that what I saw in your eyes
wasn't mine anymore
But please don't turn away.
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2. |
Heat Lightning
02:12
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Nightfalls in heat
and two hearts that beat
in fear around some friendly plague
The hot sweat that dries
the soft muffled cries
the hands that find a safe place
Heat Lightning that night
second hand light
intense like the last thing that's seen
The shadows that play
as the heat falls away
the safe comfort of sleep
One moment
one moment
one moment
In the heat
In the heat
In the heat
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3. |
Montana
02:27
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tell me there's a place you want
tell me there's a place you need
nothing to tie you down but broad skies and fields
tell me that it's me you want
tell me that it's me you need
nothing to tie you down but hot sweat and skin
The surveyors mark the baseline
Montana
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4. |
Healing Moon
03:52
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I wish that I could paint these shadows off these plains
behind your smile it sticks too near
and there's something like the smell of death
between us now
across this highway we call fear
I thought I saw you brood tonight
on exit signs
Your buried eyes without a sound
and there's something rising up ahead
past line of sight
that holds these words we pass as vows
And it's a healing moon rising.
I'm sorry that I yelled above the engine hum
I felt for sure you couldn't hear
and there's nothing like a breath of air
roll the window down
I think the highway starts right here.
And it's a healing moon rising.
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About her rages path
no wishing now on stars that fall
A knife best dressed in lace
A knife best dressed in flesh again
A low strain in the night
A low strain in the bathroom light
Artists pain the gain
Artists pain the gain again
A low cut felt by sight
A low cut felt by sight tonight
No currency that's real
No currency that's real for a change
A pocket in a bag
A pocket in a body bag
Ash turns into dust
Ash turns into dust burns up
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6. |
Getting Nowhere
05:04
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Outside looking in again
Cold northeastern wind
Getting nowhere
Hope beside the iron skin
Nothing getting in
Getting nowhere
Nothing gained and nothing spent
return what was sent
Getting nowhere
Arcs and circles
daisy chains
back to where we came
Getting nowhere
All the days in numbered line
the past that haunts the life
Getting nowhere
All the nights in lettered chain
the past that haunts the dream
Getting nowhere
The chorus just repeats
The chorus repeats.
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7. |
Abilene Sunset
02:59
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Her tears are filling up the Abilene sunset
past the prairie when the sun goes down
Four walls a crossroads of a broken heart junction
and the memory of her man who left town
Her tears are filtering the Abilene sunset
Lost summer rain beside the dry summer heat
Night drops in lace like the veils of a widow
who can't find the proper place to keep her grief
There's no air beside her pillow
There's no heat beside her sleep
There's no footsteps at the doorway
There's no name that she can keep
Her tears are raining on the Abilene sunset
that clears the dust and dries out the throat
some kind of wild night that marks off horizons
a night of stars that all flash alone
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8. |
Mr. Noon
04:21
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Mr. Noon
empties the river
and paints his name in the dust
at the crossroads of yesterday and never
where they edit the faith that is lost
Mr. Noon
changes the number
of the gods that they never knew
In the places where the women plead for mercy
and every last word rings true
In the dry haze where I saw
Crazy Horse returning where
every white face is but a dream
All invisible
and patient to flaw
Beneath the sky of Wounded Knee
An abstract palette for an unsure portrait
and the myth again clean
and Mr. Noon stands there at the crossroads
where everything is not what it seems
Mr. Noon
changes the carpet
that stretches out flawed
Parade the ghosts past the kiosk
where sin received the host
Mr. Noon
bleeds for the martyrs
and holds a place for the lost
electric lies that lengthen the night
and bury the ground in white frost
In the red dust I saw
congealed where we lost
every frightened heart to the machine
On Cheyenne Avenue
where peace comes to a chosen few
with a token to buy away the dream
Mr. Noon
advertises resurrection
on the crosses of the Paiute
Standing cold alone at the crossroads
where everything is not quite what it seems
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9. |
Bitter Monday
02:42
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10. |
Cambridge
04:41
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Wired
only halfway wired to some uncelebrated dream
Wired
in the back page listings where dust filled in the seams
We are found in no place
We are forgotten place
Wired
dancing across the wires like puppets on a string
Wired
and our hearts in sequence beta around a ring
We leave no stone unturned
We leave no fire unburned
There's no second guessing
for things that are always out of our hands
and no tears of regret for nights that will never happen
here in Cambridge.
Broken
and our vows like split leaves
fall to earth apart
Broken
in the spaces
where we never found our spark
I remember street signs
I remember plans
Panic
that is set in place
and cast on every breath
Panic
with which we erase
what will never come to pass
In this room I fear
We will find it here.
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11. |
Jennifer
01:51
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VIC BONDI Seattle, Washington
I've been playing music for forty years--since the beginnings of the American hardcore punk movement in the 1980s. This band camp site is where I make a variety of my non-band project experiments available--solo tracks; covers; movie soundtracks, etc. Most of it is not hardcore. For that, see the links below. ... more
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