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Heirloom
03:22
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1) Heirloom
Alternate version can be found on the Heirloom EP and as a digital single.
sunsets on cardboard canyons
or Christmas canceled
this is what we live for---
forced removal
from my treasured nest
guess what, Super Bitch
your reign is over
ashes to ashes
get out of my way
I got work to do
you knew she did me dirty and you just didn't care
you knew what I had been through and you just didn't care
my arrival
in my denial
this is what we live for
I watched you desert me
as you let her hurt me
counterfeit's a dirty business
ashes to ashes
get out of my way
I got work to do
you knew she did me dirty and you just didn't care
you knew what I had been through and you just didn't care
your opinion has no value
grief is my sole heirloom
send all of my regards to smoldering Paris
along with all of my ill intentions
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who knew we'd all be stars in the Hero Hour
who know each one of us would receive the call
to serve one another, help your brother out
they took the power from the poets
and they told us we were foolish
and not to trust ourselves
but they poets
they're the only ones who know that know us
and the bravest among them continues to sing
only the dearest
only the most valiant
the bravest of them all
is the kindest one of all
the only currency we need is kindness
but of that we are the most poor
who knew a loyalty of villains would be...
only the dearest
only the most valiant
the bravest of them all
is the kindest one of all
hallelujah, here we go
hallelujah, here we go
it's the Hero Hour Radio Show
Only the Most Valiant
who knew who knew who knew oh
who knew who knew who knew oh
who knew who knew who knew who knew?
when it comes down to your turn in the Hero Hour
Who knew it would be poor fools like you and me
Would get the call to help your brother out?
can't take the power from the poets
they're the only ones that know us
and the bravest among them continues to sing
only the dearest
only the most valiant
the bravest of them all
is the kindest one of all
only the dearest
only the most valiant
who knew who knew who knew oh
who knew who knew who knew oh
who knew who knew who knew who knew?
hallelujah, here we go
hallelujah, here we go
who knew?
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"and to be free"
04:26
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I read the lines
and from his mouth
came zealous vows
of noble observances profound
he said to me
in language so discerning
"all I wish is to be free;
to be loved and to be free"
and it isn't hard to find me
and it isn't hard to find me
his noble heart
with thundering disquiet
beats in time
with impassioned riot
promises
are shell cases
scattered out of reach
and morals we avow
to teach ourselves
to learn
he said to me
in language so discerning
"all I wish is to be free;
to be loved and to be free"
and it isn't hard to find me
and it isn't hard to find me
mind is racing
awake and alive
with the thoughts
of ten thousand freedoms
and the freedom to be
released from bonds impugned by poverty-
"all I wish is to be free;
to be loved and to be free"
and it isn't hard to find me
and it isn't hard to find me
and it isn't hard to find me
little chances to be free
and it isn't hard to find me
there'll be peace on earth when kill the kings
and it isn't hard to find
and it isn't hard
and it isn't hard
and it isn't hard to find
and it isn't hard
to be free.
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4. |
The Means of Grace
02:37
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Humble beginnings of an
Official film of the war department;
A meagerly successful endeavor
And it will break the world open
And from its lips come forth the songs
Of the whales
As their bones shine
Through their skin
And in their sorrows
Of deepest sorrows
They beach themselves.
Damned right out of the gate
Bleached bones articulate
What we’ll call “the means of grace”
And the words both written
And proclaimed
From those credible sources
Those incredible sources
All too posh for Gavroche
Which I take or leave as I please
Pretty words
Don’t mean nothing
Carrying the whale bones
In my breast pocket
Close to my heart
So now I must leave you
I’ve previous engagements
Check off all the sacraments
In form of a floor
Littered with old magazines
Hugo said, to paraphrase,
“All religion in this world
Must die and end
In order that God may
Live again.”
Let there be no confusion:
Gimme that old time Religion,
With shells and spirits
And the feathers and the sage
Don’t mistake my
Inability to articulate
My own rendition
Of
“the means of grace”
Bones in a box
That you plan to deface
With catalog serial numbers
And as my Ancestors ache
And my poor heart to break
As your try to save face
And tell me, dismissively,
About “absolution” as a step in the process to
the means of grace
and as my burning tears stream
through my terrible screams
you dismiss my claims
by telling me the ill-got bones
were done so through permissible means
and remind me it’s never too late,
though I make such a face,
to become well-informed
of what they call “the means’s of grace”
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5. |
Me and My Gang
08:18
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ready or not
here we come
cos your little darlings
have had enough
hate to break it to you
that we're here to stay
Devil take you if you dare talk back
too bad us kids never learned how to act
get out of the way of me and my gang
get out of the way of me and my gang
ready or not
here we come
'cos we're up to snuff
'cos we're tough enough
hate to break it to you
that we're here to stay
Devil take you if you dare talk back
too bad us kids never learned how to act
get out of the way of me and my gang
get out of the way of me and my gang
take to the streets
even if they refuse to see
the world won't listen
though we're louder than bombs
Devil take you if you dare talk back
too bad us kids never learned how to act
get out of the way of me and my gang
get out of the way of me and my gang
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sirenes
01:58
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until the dawn breaks
with blood
on the wreckage
of
the mo(u)rning
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Marry Me
03:41
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you knew my goods’ve been damaged
you knew I’m fractured inside
love that you don’t take advantage
but I still wanna hide
from you
before I ask you
before I ask you to
before I ask you
before I ask you to
ooh baby tell me you love me
ooh baby say it that way
but still it makes me feel filthy
baby, you better not stay
around
for me to ask you
for me to ask you to
for me to ask you
for me to ask you to
you don’t know what you mean to me
I’d leave
Morrissey
for you
between me tiger-striped thighs
I’m just a garden of bone
I gotta push you away
and do this all on my own
without you
wish I didn’t need you
I didn’t need you to
wish I didn’t need you
I didn’t need you to
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the geese forgot to fly home
where the mountain lion never goes
"maybe it's not so bad at all,"
they say as you crash and crawl
when your hands are dirty
and your mouth is bleeding
there's no time to cry
it's too scary it's too hard
they promised you miracles
and if they tried so hard
and if they are so smart
why are you still waiting?
when your hands are dirty
and your mouth is bleeding
there's no time to cry
mercy mercy mercy me
I'm just not who I wanna be
you think that you'd be better dead
but it's not as bad as Eldritch said
when your hands are dirty
and your mouth is bleeding
there's no time to cry
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Sweetest Surrender
02:03
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out of the woods into the fire/to say I ain't afraid/then I'd be a liar/no gravity/ could keep me together/my most beautiful boy/ my sweetest surrender/ I can't erase your mark/ so I'll wear your badge instead
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10. |
Goodbye, Spaceboy
02:24
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Le Bas-fond San Francisco, California
Soprano, composer, cute animal enthusiast, synesthete. Aspiring werewolf. Graveyard girl. Like Snow White, only more maudlin. Reina Indígena. "tougher than the toughies and smarter than the smarties!"CREAG AN TUIRC.
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