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The Grinning Truth
03:16
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A Blue So Black
02:13
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Sittin' in this bar called Purgatory on the corner of pragmatic suicide and Michigan Avenue, it's a hole in the wall of a joint with a juke box and a beat up grand piano that these drunken ghosts can't seem to take their fingers off. They just keep on playing the same progression over and over again, and I cannot stop singin; don't know how long it's been. But tonight I'm gonna jot down a couple lines on a dirty cocktail napkin one more time
This is a blue so black, this is a blue so black, this is a blue so black
This is a blue so black, this is a blue so black, this is a blue so black
Sometimes it's darkest just before the dawn, sometimes it's darkest just before the dawn, sometimes it's darkest just before the
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Egress
02:40
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Grazing these October tones in the violet hour's demise, I've been given the gift of searing flames a-scorching notes on every charcoal line; it's time to gekker at the sight of Laelaps as the Sun do rise & the dial cracks and we meet again, so let's shoot it out like old times my friend
& I'll sing you a song and show you all the things that I can do, I knew that there was something more to this, I can crack the sky and conjure light, watch this, watch this
Another show another technical difficulty; this is Thebes all over again and my ambition's gotten the best of me
To hold lightning is no mortal task, just like the ghosts I loop the past, this old flame shoulda stayed in the stars, cuz egress, egress is the beauty of
egress is the beauty of gravity
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Tell Me A Fortune
03:10
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Pokin' my head through your door but you already knew I'd be here. You know I'm tongue tied and I'm shakin; I'm a little kid again, just tell me to leave already but you won't, I know, you maiden of awareness you, I need ya more than ever, love. I can't control myself.
Tell me a fortunate fortune, something good that could come from this, tell me a fortunate fortune and when I can breath, I'll tell you a happy story, the way that it should be, look
into your crystal ball, tell me what ya see.
Wake up now, wake up now, don't let them down, down, you've got to, you've got to, never let them down, down, you've already made it this far
Tell me a fortunate fortune, something good that could come from this, tell me a fortunate fortune and when I can breath, I'll tell you a happy story, the way that it should be
Time is now, to come around, Jack of Spades, it's note too late, remember why, you became an illusionist, don't you every forget who you are.
Oh my God, how could I've forgotten this, that I do it all for them. I do it for the sake of a grin
Tell me a fortunate fortune, something good that could come from this, tell me a fortunate fortune and when I can breath, Tell me a fortunate fortune, something good that could come from this, tell me a fortunate fortune and when I can breath, I'll tell you a happy story, I'll tell you a happy story the way that it should be; Look
Wake up now, wake up now, don't let them down, down, You've got to, you've got to, never let them down, down
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Little Bitta Blood
02:40
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Catholic schools create antichrists, cheating wives spawn incubi.
When I grow up I want to be an incubus is what I woulda said if I had noticed back then, the revenge molding in the back of my head, quixotically squirming in my pointless little bed
What's the point of married life if you can't trust your fucking wife; kid put his
finger in my face when we were both in second grade so I bit it off and filled the place with a scared nun serenade, just a little bitta blood and then they thought that I needed to be taught just how to pray and to behave but all I wanted was a grave, now looking back I realize
When I grow up I want to be an incubus is what I woulda said if I had noticed back then, the revenge molding in the back of my head, quixotically squirming in my pointless little bed
As I continue to reflect on all of my past regrets, on all the anger and bloodshed I realize that the night's not gettin' any younger and this bed is only pointless if I'm living to be dead
It's all a choice
When I grow up I want to show the rest of us who dream of being incubus that it's much better to give up on the revenge molding like a cancerous lump so you can dream big enough to forgive love and be loved, it's all a choice
But keep your finger outa my face
You are not your thoughts or your past & you are not the cards you've been cast but the awareness of it all
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The Deal
01:26
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I can't control my grin, got me feelin' everything all at once like an overdose, I am the ghost that's been caught on tape
I can't control my grin, got me feelin' everything all at once like an overdose, I am the ghost that's been caught on tape
One night is all we ever had & we exchanged our wishes & our scars in the back of my band's van, parked illegally under stars
You wished for the night to last forever & I said okay, & in return I wished for you to fuckin' look at me, & ya kept your end of the deal, sent a quiver down my spine, now I'm drunk & it's six in the mornin' singin' loud cuz I'm keepin' mine
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Salivate
03:13
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Your nefarity's just fashion, mine's more genuine than black leather
That's what she said to me in our last encounter in the darkest part of the park, wrapped in yellow tape with bio hazard signs and a femur in the dirt at the borderline now, I couldn't help myself I had to see what she was all about
I salivate at the thought of this mage, all the secrets she keeps in the best of bad taste, beyond alchemical algorithms she waits, seduce my libido with cruelty and haste, yeah
There are few who deny at what I do I am the best for my illusions are renowned far and wide, but there's something missing from these bones and maybe she can put the marrow back inside
I salivate at the thought of this mage, all the secrets she keeps in the best of bad taste, beyond alchemical algorithms she waits, seduce my libido with cruelty and haste
Now I've returned for the third time this week, & I just love the way that she teases me, & I wonder if she ever had a heart, I wonder how she ever got her start, I'm fascinated she's art
I salivate at the thought of this mage, all the secrets she keeps in the best of bad taste, beyond alchemical algorithms she waits, seduce my libido with cruelty and haste
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Miss Mercury
03:29
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There's a pit in the park, opens up after dark at the edge of the lakefront where you walk, wicked debutant, you elusive muse, you could use a stiff one the way you talk to me, the way you were
Posing less than a centimeter from my lips, pulling away laughing every time I tried. Bed bugs suck my blood in the night, draining my life as I sleep while you keep in my dreams, sinking in your teeth, waking up feeling weak so fucking weak. Your Trojan affections are killing me.
Miss Mercury, oh madam, you feed on the pain of a mortal man; Mercury oh why does your call ring out so fucking beautiful
Prodigal fuck I am I gave up everything to force myself to learn these tricks, to make you grin, to defy my death to be the best, cuz there's icy winds behind your eyes and I'd hate to see you freeze inside
Miss Mercury, oh madam, you feed on the pain of a mortal man; Mercury oh why does your call ring out so fucking beautiful
You make me feel like I got pineapples on deck on such a stormy day, a lightning storm, death from above; you are both the crashin' of the waves and the crackling of lightning bolts and the sweetness of these pineapples
Miss Mercury, oh madam, you feed, feed, on the pain of a mortal man, Mercury oh madam you feed, feed, on the pain of a mortal man, Mercury your call rings out so beautiful
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Take This
03:10
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Every night I manifest things that are tattooed on my chest the way I always pray the come to pass. Tellin' tales of yesteryear, time goes by and so do mirrors that remind me of the creature I used to be
Take this to your heart if you have one
Every night upon this bench, beneath the oak where ya hang your head I plead to you like the dead I always ignore. The difference here ain't really much, except that I got a lyre's touch, to jazz it up with some fuckin' melody
Take this to your heart if you have one
I don't know why ya called to me from Lakeshore Drive to the pharmacy, knockin' so hard so Nevermore thought I adore, these carnal duets under the sycamore
Take this to your grave, take this offering, take this
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Daylight
03:50
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We wandered off to the woods one night to see an April moon, then I took you by the hand so I could talk to you, hands were cold as bats flew overhead they blocked out the sky, & you were so confused my dear but I knew the when and the why
Cuz the daylight shines from the inside out & the company you keep keeps pourin' out simple sympathies & their egos' alibis
Swarm into the blood red moon; these bats are like moths to flames, & I could see the fear in you as the color let your face. Your bright eyes and the moon align, staring into threshold, & I was so in love with you that night I drove you home
Cuz the daylight shine from the inside out & the company you keep keeps pourin' out simple sympathies & their egos' alibis, cuz the daylight shine from the inside out & the company you keep keeps pourin' out simple sympathies & their egos' alibis, especially the ones tied up in your mind
They used to say that nights like these, they mark a frightful change, this is why I brought ya here to tell you don't fear the moon
Cuz the daylight shine from the inside out & the company you keep keeps pourin' out simple sympathies & their egos' alibis, cuz the daylight shine from the inside out & the company you keep keeps pourin' out simple sympathies & their egos' alibis, especially the ones tied up in your mind
Your mind; here comes the sun, here comes the sun, here comes the sun, here comes the sun, here comes the
sun
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