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Orchid
03:14
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Drip, drip, drip, drip,
From my hand
Water to the root
Cross eyes set in
Gaze upon
Stems forbidden fruit
Buds adorned by
Wilted wings
Retain their taste so sweet?
Pedals rotten
To the bone
Can’t fend against the feast
Workin’ through your name
Workin’ through your name
Phoenix, phoenix
As I rise
Ashes cloud my toes
Drummer bangin’
In my head
Got a brand new roll
If the present
Beats the past
Than what should we say?
Thank our lucky stars
Cause now
We’ve got one that can play
Workin’ through your name
Workin’ through your name
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D.C. Crew
01:52
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I get the feeling
The D.C. crew is watching me
Strangely appealing
They won’t acknowledge what they see
Cause you want it
But I got it
If you need it
Come and get it
Round and round we go
Till this wrench falls in between the gears
Blind lead the blind
But can’t deny the sound that fills their ears
Cause you want it
But I got it
If you need it
Come and get
I’m gonna wash these hands
I’m gonna wash these hands
I’m gonna wash these hands
I’m gonna wash these hands
Clean
Clean
Clean
Clean
Clean
Clean
Clean
Clean
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Don't Look Down
04:36
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Bare heels press down
Against a dusty dashboard
Front windows blown out
We head south towards the Jersey shore
And she’s got stars
Branded on her skin
So I follow her stars
Between the hips to life’s origin
Oaxacan ruca
The burning bridge won’t spot our path
Contrary routes pull
Organ strings like marrionettes
Cause you’ve got stars
Branded on your skin
I follow your stars
Between the hips to life’s origin
Don’t look down
You’re gonna lose your breath
You’re gonna give up everything
Don’t ask why
I’m gonna lose my nerve
I’m over thinking everything
Can’t keep waiting
Can’t keep waiting
Can’t keep waiting
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Claret feels just like a severed limb
Sipping on her tonic and her gin
God, thank god
Claret is naive, as hell in fact
Will not hear the whisper’s ‘hind her back
God, thank god
And Claret is sure picky with her teeth
And Claret twitches as she falls asleep
No one trust’s her snake’s lips as they speak
Hissing “Things aren’t as you all perceive!"
Stella isn’t thirsty, like the rest
She’s clean and chaste, under a dirty dress
God, thank god
Stella sling’s paint surrealistically
Wear’s her last canvas upon her sleeve
God, thank god
I want to see how Stella shake’s the sheets
I want Stella shaking them all with me
I’ll box both my own ear’s in hope’s to keep
Claret’s comeback plea’s out of their reach
Build the fire
Build it higher
Your a spoiled cypher
I’m an apathetic wretch
Anti-Opus, grand designer
Were the scar acrossed her chest
Give it all to me
I’m not afraid to bleed
Beg forgiveness
Once inking the deed
Stella threw me down into her bed
Pulled my clothes and hair upon my head
God, thank god
Stella held me till the night’s death nell
Kept me warm inside her sleeping shell
God, thank god
Now I know how Stella shakes the sheets
Cause I got Stella shaking them with me
Ride the surf cause I’ve got all I need
Hold my breath that things stay peachy keen
I’m sitting here
As the ship’s taking on water
I’m draining the hull
While the captain scream’s “CALL HER!"
I never led on
That I would be ok
I just hope she can swim
So much better than me
Then the mast hits the deck
And the waves start to kiss
My eye’s give away
All the sleep that I’ve missed
The pills won’t keep
Me afloat anymore
So I’ll sink to the depths
While she head’s for the shore
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Disco Machine Gun Wilmington, Delaware
The idea of Disco Machine Gun began in late 2006 with a few riffs. The moniker was created during a drunken one man dance at a party in May 2008. The actual band began work a couple days later. Since then members have come and gone and many a song has been written. Disco Machine Gun will never end. ... more
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