1. |
China Bull
03:19
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Fix your attention on the weight of this whole world
Take your armor off
Make a quick calculation on a torn dollar bill
With the studied apprehension
Of a human shield
And you know it
When the damage is done
And the feeling’s all gone…
Nothing’s going to save us from our superstitions
Nothing’s going to save us from our good intentions
Nothing’s going to save us from our superstitions
Nobody sees your good intentions
Now the world’s been put to rights
I finally see
The target painted on your sight
Looks a little like me
The motivation and the blame
Rarely seem to agree
’Til you put a weight upon my shoulder
And mistake it for a guarantee
Crossed wires and home fires burning low
A funeral pyre for the afterglow
The odds are fixed and the records are sealed
Well you might make it fit
But you’re never gonna make it real
So don’t look back
It’s open season on all your grand designs
All you hope to be
As every single thing that makes you free
Burns in effigy
Don’t look back
It’s open season on all your grand designs
All you hope to be
And every single thing that makes you free
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2. |
Suggested Actions
03:16
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Shed a tear for the plot
You soon forgot
That failed according to plan
The object of your designs
Was undefined
Before it even began
Act now, wait
Deliberate
Suggested Actions
Rewind the tape
Hesitate, post-haste
Take your time
Cross your heart for the ploy
Of some worn-out decoy
Whose scheme has come to an end
The subject of your esteem
This splintered dream
Has somehow slipped from your hands
Pause, rest assured
Secure in your foregone conclusions
Brace for the consequence
Waiting just out of the frame…
Act now, wait
Act now, deliberate
Act now, wait
Sing a song of the costs
Adjusted loss
Some bittersweet dividend
A hymn to your defeat
Held aloft
And left on endless repeat
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3. |
Reticence Cliff
03:22
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Indecision’s led me astray
It’s a struggle just to go the easy way
In transition
Time has taken me far afield
Got my one-way ticket punched
Beneath the wheels
Of your superstition
Consider the shape of the interior
Formless in the face of my fear
In double vision
The picture’s becoming clearer
Consider the shape of the interior
Faceless as the sum of my fears
Blind to the future
And numb to the passing years
Stand at the edge of no tomorrow
It’s taken a lifetime just to breathe
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4. |
In the Sky Over the City
04:20
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Company man
Diplomatic baggage in your sweaty hand
From the sky over the city
We will find it wherever it lands
As we’re stretching a truth
We cannot understand
We cannot understand…
Gun in hand
Wasted days
Chanting a tired refrain
From the rooftops
Through the pouring rain
‘Cause we’re stretching a truth
That we can’t understand
Oh sweet sunshine
I’m free-falling
With the pouring rain
Longing
Just to feel your warmth again
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5. |
Leaden Crow
03:35
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Over the miles I have begun
To measure out the distance run
Life in exile’s no longer fun
Dodging friendly fire
From the starting gun
Well you can tell yourself
Any story you like
And you can justify the ends
With the means out of sight
I’m hanging on for dear life
I’m hanging on for dear life, baby
The wolf at the door
Is thirsty for more
And plans to soon return
For her encore
Hunter and prey have built a rapport
Spilling out across the killing floor
Well you can tell yourself
Any story you like
And you can justify the ends
With the means out of sight
I’m holding on for dear life
(Just out of sight, just out of sight)
I’m holding on for dear life now baby
Over the miles I have begun
(Staring backwards)
Over the miles
Staring backwards at the damage done
Well you can tell yourself
Any story you like
And you can justify the ends
With the means out of sight
I’m hanging on for dear life
(Just out of sight, just out of sight)
I’m hanging on for dear life now baby
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6. |
Forced Perspective
02:24
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You take the moment
And you fold it in your hand
Like it’s an invitation
I’ll be your lover
But I’ll never be your man
And you can’t take my heart
In the afterglow
The poison’s taken hold
And you’ve got the antidote
You paint the form
You set the scene
The shapes + patterns of a dream
My head is buried in the sand
Lost in a reverie
Free falling for so long
I don’t know where I’ll land
The daylight’s all I see
I don’t care to see
What’s haunting me
It’s just a useless apparition
You paint the form
You set the scene
The shapes + patterns of a dream
I’ve been left alone
With the ghost
Of a girl who’s done waiting
You got the best of me
And left a memory that’s still aching
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7. |
A Safe Distance
02:27
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Ooooo
Aaaaaa
Uhhhhh
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8. |
Airlock
02:28
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A… a signal came
(Where’s it at?)
Came over the wire
Waiting for the hatch to close
Quick check, disconnect
Standing exposed
Right under your nose
Oo Oo Ooo Ooo
Aah Aah Aah Aah
Don’t tell me
It’s nnnnnnnnot not not not
Tethered to the boundary line
The cadence of the count
Frozen in time
Gravity’s rainbow
Bleeding out of the lines
Oo Oo Ooo Ooo
Aah Aah Aah Aah
Aah Aah Aah Aah
Aah Aah Aah Aah
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9. |
Funeral Fire
02:54
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And on the day they set you free
Sailing across a distant sea
To meet the dawning day
If you should ever call my name
It’s all I can do to look away
It’s all I can do to look away,
It’s all I can do to look away...
FIN
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Whipping Girl Brooklyn, New York
Whipping Girl is a duo: Isobel Morris and Matt Sweeney. They compose and produce original, psychedelic, experimental rock music.
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