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We Stand Tall
02:56
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you won't ever have to see them
you won't ever have to hear them
they won't ever come around
you don't have to be a dreamer
to see the leopard and the lemur
they won't show until the morning rays awaken
golden hills of California
old grandfather Appalachia
we stand tall upon your shoulder
thru the tunnels of the Milky Way
feral creatures catch their sunken prey
they won't show until the sun slips far behind the ocean
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Little Gods
04:32
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orion
orion
as the rat snake slides we yell
not to dig thru the grasslands
we were warned by the legends not to hang
our feet off the wrong side
and every time they puncture her veins she screams
with a vengeance can you feel her fever?
that night she fell ill she sent the Scorpio
to sting all the sleepers
she placed them high up in the sky just to remind us
that she lost control
thru the canyons of the dead
ghostly whispers grew
and just beneath their watchful gaze
the wreckage had been done
and now they've come
hey high hope your feeling fine
never mind your ills
never mind your kills
hey high hope you found your ways
you forgot your laws
you forgot your cause
orion
orion
we called out the great father but he
never lifted a finger
he still owed a bunch of favors to all the little gods
that wanted it all
and that time had come we had enough of it
never sacrifice the young
we threw our bodies in the street feel the traffic
give them something to think about
and as our blood flows kindly like the river
cleaner clearer for all
thru the cannons of the dead
ghostly whispers grew
and just beneath the
the wreckage had been done
and now she comes
hey high hope your feeling fine
never mind your ills
never mind your kills
hey high hope you found your ways
you forgot your laws
you forgot your cause
hey high hope you realize
all your troubles knew
that your troubles grew
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3. |
Television Faces
03:30
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the warm trains the back and forth
protect the skin you shed and gave away
when you're wakened by the owl at night
you'll hear the heart the light within your own
and the dreamer that couldn't dream
lost his language lost his thoughts
never been the same
the old cold dark winds
couldn't feel the pain
oh oh oh
oh oh oh I I I
I I
the brain that rides the metro
where have they gone
and all of those folded faces
living in the
television
if i ever told you what i've seen
you'd think i was crazy
i'm having difficulty breathing
suffocation provocation fascist swine
we saw the violets bloom from fields that blazed
assume the shape you're free to crack a smile
and the rain black boom the fear fire rose
flap a wing
oh oh oh
oh oh oh I I I
I I
the brain that rides the metro
the eel that glides elctro
oh oh oh
oh oh oh I I I
I I
the brain that rides the metro
the eel that glides
where do they hide
and all of those thoughtless voices
living in the
television
way underground where silent voices call
way underground where the riders gently fall
and the altar knows the signal's found
the line has broken ground
and altar hears the engine roar
it howls it's shutting down
and they all are skewed
in vain their visions blurred the lines
and they all are skewed
they name they hide
they name they hide
that train is far behind
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Pyramid
04:16
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a twisting of fate has bound the ill-described
well look out they've come to burn your witches down
with their screaming grey their omens wrath held on
and the claw that tore the feather from the plume that rose
with fumes with fumes with fumes with fumes
oh the carbon crescent skulls they finally spoke
of a passing ancient word erased from caves
in the future days they'll send the message home
and the everlasting painted hand will save us from
the craze the craze the craze the craze
present days have left in vain
with unseen ruins
that capture faded
drums the drums the drums the drum
oh the moose that crossed the road her infant shined
with her echoed boom of love that broke the sound
for the hawks of war their drums had been destroyed
and a thousand tongues that taste
the ruins the ruins the ruins the ruins
pyramid pyramid pyramid...
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5. |
What Is What
03:12
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Fire
03:23
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from the north of Quebec
to the south of the Keys
east of New York
and west of LA
hear the thunder firey beings
a flash of light
don't look up
don't look back
feel the daze
and lay on down
lightning striking fire at night
they moved in we moved out
now we gather up the storm
fire fumes endless air
breath that pushed out the
low vibrations
seismic rumble crumbling brick
old buildings will rise new buildings will fall
old buildings will rise new buildings will fall
same old shoes step in same old shit
shattered windows the city abuse
people come and go they make feel low
where the trains are slow
you hang for a while
you look for a smile
you better roll in
you better roll out
you better roll in
you better roll out
rather stay in New York
than run to LA
where the desert awaits
and the water's low
the rattler the rattler
the rattler coils
they're up on the ridge
where they can feel it all
got the fire in the eyes
and the thunder in the ears
HEY YO!
they moved in we moved out
now we gather up the storm
fire fumes endless air
breath that pushed out the
low vibrations
we moved way out
but we're still here
gonna turn it around
the fire's alive
the fire's alive
the fire's alive
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7. |
Ashes to Ashes
03:55
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Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song?
I've heard a rumor from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
Got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"
The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis
And I ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet is glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junky
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light, but no smoking pistol
I've never done good things
I've never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, whoa whoa
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mama said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
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8. |
Feline Feminine
04:04
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feline femme
feline femme
hair soft and silken
concealed blades for climbing
sharp fangs for tearing my tendons
a long long tail for balance
varied stripes are her markings
wide eyed feline
play rough feminine
sleep soft feline
walk loud feminine
keen love feline
draw blood feminine
jump way high
hear her cry
she's patiently watching each movement
her distance to strike is never a factor
the depth of her pupils round moons on a sharp phase
enshrined in her kindness there's always an ambush
she radiating, radiating, radiating, radiating....
wide eyed feline
play rough feminine
sleep soft feline
walk loud feminine
keen love feline
draw blood feminine
jump way high
hear her cry
hear her cry
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9. |
The Ol' Night Sky
03:24
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the feelin's gone
the feelin's gone
the feelin' hides
the feelin' died
the season long
the storms have come
the thunder roars
when lightning pounds
and struck me through
my jagged spine
oh there were times
when we were clear
we thanked the storms
we thanked their forms
oh but now
they're here to stay
they shaped our streams
and sealed our dreams
we sold our hearts
for a handy start
that's when we find
the ol' night sky
behind the blinding city
my eyes are burnt beet red
I'm ready for bed
when I lay low
the feelin' grows
oh when I find
my lonely way
into the void
I'm here to stay
we spark a fire
a great big fire
the embers glare
with warmth we stare
and feel the lonely
old red giant
the evening knows
when silence grows
the trees they dance
the wind's romance
they follow you
they follow me
they spread their leaves
high over the
and shape the ground
where roots are found
that's when we find
the ol' night sky
behind the blinding city
my eyes are burnt beet red
I'm ready for bed
when I lay low
the feelin' grows
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Fire (strings version)
03:22
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Ben Copperhead New York, New York
Ben Copperhead is a New York City-based composer, multi-instrumentalist, and vocalist whose compositions, performances, and arrangements offer a unique, contemporary vision informed by an unlikely range of influences, traditions, and collaborations.
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