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The Companions
10:04
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are coming out tonight
They’ll be here soon
They want to be here with us in our glorious times
And when they start to laugh, we’ll laugh too
But when they start to cry, they’ll ruin it for everyone
We’ll ask them to leave
And they’ll pull out their knives and kill us all
They’re here now
Close the gate Lock the door
Bring the lights down Put the lights out Close the bar
Maybe they’ll give up and go next door
Let’s pretend we’re gone Pretend we’re not here
Let’s pretend we’re gone
I’m too strong now I can’t lose
I try but I can’t lose
I stole everything from you
I stole your disaster from you
I can’t give it back
Este recuerdo guarda su alma
Su alma guarda esta tumba
Dios guarda su cuerpo
Su cuerpo guarda su aliento
Behold the breath of the dragon
Mira el brillo del cuchillo
All the desperate people in this town
are coming out tonight
They’ll be here soon
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The text of the Helpless Corpses Enactment was written by a famous sorcerer, a Penman, late decendent of the Tuatha De Danann in the line of Finn MacCool, whose words have fallen prey to a proprietary ogre, a certain Shawn the Yawn.
Vah! Scatterbrand to the reneweller of the skies, thou who agnitest! Phall if you but will. Rise you must.
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3. |
Puppet Show
04:21
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when in doubt you
must repeat this
elemental
post-script refrain
where i love you
doesn’t matter
it’s the what
that loves who we are.
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4. |
Formicary
05:46
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A man who would be king, A big thing.
To move great masses with his mouth.
To play fast and loose with limb.
To build a castle on the sand.
To lie with grace
and steal with face.
A horrible cunning man.
A lovable and callous sham.
Condemned to flail without end.
Condemned to fail in the end.
To give more than he takes
with high stakes.
To save the world from itself.
To put his own gain on the shelf.
To set his mind on a higher peak.
And always turn the other cheek.
A champion of the meek.
What a total fucking freak.
Condemned to flail, tries to mend.
Condemned to fail in the end.
Insignificant / Indispensable
Dependable / Disposable
Miniscule / Indefatigable
A man who would be king.
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5. |
Angle of Repose
07:59
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I am made of tons of tiny countries
with closely guarded borders.
Each country has a castle,
each castle has a throne.
You are the tiny king of your very own.
I sneak across at night
when the crossing is easy.
I watch and I wonder
at your curious customs,
but I forget them all by day.
Did the night invade the day?
Or was it day invaded night?
Were you among the last to be found?
Did you have your hands in the ground?
I buried the dead and they came stories,
I planted the stories, they came up singing.
I planted the song and it came dancing,
I buried the dance and it came up facing home.
I buried the dead and they came laughing,
I planted the laughter, it came up singing.
I planted the song and it came fighting,
I buried the battle, it came up facing home.
I buried the dead and they came up laughing.
I buried the laughter and cried.
This garden we’ve planted will come up around us
and take us all down in a great big avalanche
of useless things, of persistently plastic things,
of things that cost us this tiny world of tiny kings.
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6. |
Ossuary
04:49
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mouth of beast, ravening
worshipful, their eyes sent reeling
head first
into the cage
eyes down
suffer the lathe
they all died kneeling
they’re in heaven now
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7. |
The Salt Crown
09:09
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Now I have your shoes
Today I wear your old black shirt
I have the things that I gave to you
But soon I’ll be ready to give them back
Come and get them
Shale-skin, salt-crown, slate-feather, corpse-down
Stone-blood, flesh-bane, life-bone, death-vein, salt-crown
Face the sunrise with eyes made of light
Swallow the early song with eardrums made of the first sound
Break the soft young earth with limbs made of the oldest stone
Through our watery eyes, stone watches itself standing
Alone, forever, against the flickering sky
Through our watery mouths, stone calls itself by a new name
Bones of the earth. Stone
The bones call the stone by name,
crying “Come, old mother, and cover me”
The stone shows the bones the way of the silent, lifeless salt crown
The bones call the bones of earth by name,
crying “Come, old mother’s father, and bury me”
The stone shows the bones the way of the ageless, deathless salt crown
Now you’ve gone back in
And I’ll stay out with your bones, burned and ground to sand
Keep watch with the faces you made with your hands
But soon I’ll be ready...no I’m not ready to give them back
Come Oh come and get them
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8. |
The Only Dance
04:20
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i can see them from here
glistening and bright
night is here at my side
helping me hide in shadows
this is the only
dance i remember now
tom tom c’est moi
the blue guitar and i
are one
the orchestra fills the high hall
with shuffling men
high as the hall.
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9. |
The Greenless Wreath
07:06
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At last in the trembling leaves
This bone-cage slips away
Lost in the shivering trees
Your absent voice is clay
Last breath of green
First breath of stone
Sweep this cage of bone
Hungry for your desperate dreams
I hold exhaustion close
The shining world is all that it seems
I fall in love with ghosts
Whispering to you
Through reconstructed teeth
A cage of bone in the greenless wreath
Last breath of green
First breath of stone
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10. |
The Widening Eye
05:14
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11. |
The Putrid Refrain
02:55
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