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Aphids Returning
01:20
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Golden Knives
03:13
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Here he is/ in purple/ robed in silk just like Phoenicia/ battle lines drawn into heaven/ golden knives all his is sacred/ take the lash/ avert your eyes/ here it stands/ late in the empire/ frontier lives/ drawn in blood/ on the wall out in Altamira/ golden knives all his is sacred/ take the lash/ avert your eyes/ golden knives all his is sacred/ battle lines drawn into heaven
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It's a Procession
03:16
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Filing out the hallway of the palace/ cut the slabs to match the frieze/ it’s a procession a standing militia / out to spread an ancient disease/ circle down around the promenade / lift the banner high above your head / kick at all - all who surround you / march until your feet turn red/ hear the waves crash on the boulevard/ watch them roll back in the street, back in the street/ feel the sun there on your shoulder/ pity the splinter who exits the fleet/ see the son up there on the building/ eyes of ruby and a cheek of steel/ penetrates the membrane of the fabric/ why borrow when you can steal?/ you can’t blame yourself/ you know it’s not your fault/ it’s a procession/ it’s the law
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Dead Desire
02:36
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I’m paralyzed by dead desire, I’m frozen into place, I tried to make what I require and it vanished in my face / I’m a palace in the jungle, no paintings on the wall, I hear echoes in the canyon, I hear that ancient call / I dug a trench in the desert, after days in the heat / I found the heart of the ocean / I listened it to beat / I’m paralyzed by dead desire/ I’m frozen into place/ I tried to make what I required and it vanished it my face / I’m a palace in the jungle, no paintings on the wall / I hear echoes in the canyon / I hear that ancient call / dead desire / my dead desire / sweet dead desire
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Age of Augustus
02:13
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For two hundred years in the age of Augustus/ peace through consensus/ respect and restraint/ give me back my legions/ my armies in the forest/ twenty five or bust/ we’ll push on to the Elbe/ it’s all comedy he’s played his part/ let’s all greet his exit with a round of applause/ for two hundred years/ in the age of Augustus/ for two hundred years and we can touch it/ polished marble/ reflecting pools/ wooden carvings/ aqua jewels
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Rules of the Game
02:29
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The poacher’s in the orchard/ the situation’s evolved/ I think you know my reasons/ same as you, don’t get involved/ don’t get involved/ it’s just a bit of trouble/ nothing to worry your head/ stay inside it’ll all be fine/ we won’t be one of the dead/ in the greenhouse at midnight/ I can’t remember your name/ no villains here among us/ just the rules of the game/ the rules of the game/ it’s always the same/ deep focus/ the mirror reflects/ cut
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Caracalla
01:56
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Caracalla/ he of the baths / he of the baths / imperial decision / the halls of transition / the slaughter of a bull / mosaic transmission/ eight thousand a day for three hundred years / bathed in the ritual of saltwater tears / Caracalla / hear me Roman citizens/ shake off this life/ in the age of a tyrant duties were paid/ in the age of a tyrant memory fades / in the age of a tyrant hideous days / in the age of a tyrant vanity reigns / in the age of a tyrant beauty remains
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Tuff Sell
02:32
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Tough sell/ it’s falling down/ tough sell /it’s piling up/ it’s rough well/ you buy enough you get enough/ tough sell/ it’s not on your side/ It’s a tough sell/ you think you can afford it/ it’s rough well/ it’s out of range/ tough sell/ you need some kind of magic/ tough sell/ where will it end?/ it’s a mountain/ a mountain range/ it’s going for miles/ all in the name/ of giving you something/ that you didn’t need/ now it sits back/ and watches you bleed/ tough sell/ it’s falling down/ tough sell/ it’s piling up but it’s rough well/ you buy enough you get enough/ tough sell/ it’s not on your side/ it’s a tough sell/ you think you can afford it/ it’s rough well/ it’s out of range/ it’s a tough sell/ you need some kind of magic/ tough sell/ where will it end?/ I can’t understand it
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Byzantine Fields
01:51
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It’s early now but later than you think/ I walked on Byzantine fields and white chapels/ of total destruction/ I had a blossom in my mouth at 3 AM in the darkness it grew/ until it choked me/ a total abduction/ there was a house missing at the end of the street/ no I didn’t dream it/ there was a hit missing at the end of the beat/ no I didn’t mean it/ a sepia-toned mountainside/ we’re caught in a hell/ of one-way love
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No Innovation
02:46
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Do you believe in a hard line/ in art and science? /do you believe in a deadline/ for your non-compliance?/ innovation /imitation/ a copy of a copy/ do you believe in a red line/ for your exploration?/ do you believe it’s a thought crime/ to kill your expectations?/ innovation/ imitation/ a copy of a copy/ if I’m wrong you can stop me/ well, what you waiting for?/ no innovation
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Through the Fog
03:03
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Through the fog/ I see your face/ all soft and blue/ at the edge of the frame/ your blackpool eyes betray our faded features/ you’re the smell in the alleyway/ behind the broken speakers/ invisible/ except your eyes/ and they’re glowing like a creature/ through the fog / I see your face/ so resolute/ hers is the same/ your blackpool eyes/ see a fractured future/ you’re a wound on the avenue/ leaking from your sutures/ invisible/ except your eyes/ and they’re looking to the future/ through the fog/ it all makes sense/ now it’s all/ it’s all recompense/ it ends
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Blood Moon
06:56
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Media mourning/ it’s so strange/the sound of his voice/ means something different today/ the noise and melody/ the moments of silence/ the post/ like violence/ what am I gonna say?/ media mourning/ it’s so strange/ words/ words on the page/ words on the screen/ words in the magazines/ it’s a dream/ it’s not a dream/ may we never be apart again/ together in our place/ competition in our grief/ surrounded by the sound/ ancient marble in relief/ when it all comes rushing in/ when we all feel whole again/ hangs like a spider there at the seaside/ in the darkness up above the trees/ a silent midnight a hunter in the shadows/ stalks his prey with singular ease/ ash in the moonlight glitters in the ocean/ at three hundred sixty degrees/ the blood moon pierce the horizon/ remove the air from entity/ hangs like a spider there at the seaside/ blood moon my love/ send me send me above/ it’s all I want/ blood moon/ come on/ hello/ goodbye/ a fixed heart don’t die/ endeavor/ to sever/ the rotten ties that bind/ the give/ the take the only one that’s right/and you/ your chewing my eyes/ in love with your lies/ it’s true/ it’s past fucking time/ that you/ you fix your heart or die/ rip it down detonate it tonight/ fold the edges and seal it tight/ give me a sign/ design the past/ read the orders first to last/ hear the sound the music in the street/ march in time/ don’t retreat/ see the sun it’s burning at night/ reminds you/ a fixed heart don’t die/ cut eye/ don’t die
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Friezes Houston, Texas
Craig Carson - vocals, drums, pads
Jason Hutto - bass, guitar, vocals, keyboards, etc.
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