1. |
Stuck in a Wind
04:54
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stuck in a wind on unwanted wings
stuck in a wind just above the trees
if I could I would, crash down onto the earth
because I’ve been stuck in a wind since birth
stuck in a wind all restless and wild
it’s vile stuff really, and I was just a kid
your youth without youth renders your wisdom unrivaled
now you’re looking for space in a parking lot life
stuck in a wind, but in a way I was never there
I was bounding between destroy and repair
with my face to lose, I propped myself up where
stuck in a wind I might be found up there
it’s colder than cold, it’s un-free and it’s unfair
hung up to bleed for the suckers down there
stuck in a wind, what’s me is what’s mine
a sycophant punching beg, taking hits for your kind
stuck in a wind on unwanted wings
stuck in a wind just above the trees
if I could I would, crash down onto the earth
because I’ve been stuck in a wind since birth
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2. |
Don't Want to Live
03:01
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I don’t wanna live in a world without you
standing naked in the middle of the room
I don’t wanna be just out of reach
when you stretch down into my gloom
I don’t wanna be all knocked out and loaded
with you looking so ready to play
but the daytime got its claws in me
and honey this whisky is the key to my great escape
I don’t wanna live in a world without your blue
I don’t wanna wake up starving with nothing
in the cupboard but Soylent Green
I don’t wanna live my cannibal urge
if it’s gonna come back to bite me
I don’t wanna breakfast on strumming
with you humming someone else’s insignificant tune
I don’t want the sun in it’s idiot sky
dictating its light to me
I don’t wanna live in a world without your blue
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3. |
Holiday
03:16
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wake up, wake up
the holiday is over
there’s someone new
looking over your shoulder
lies and lies
ring first once and ride
hiding in places
eclipsed by the sky
and this guy said he saw
what a man shouldn’t see
the sun will explode
at a quarter to three
we’re all gonna be there
we’re all gonna see
apocalypse liquor stores
swallowed by the sea
and I am the sea
the reflection was huge
and loud as almighty
my ears fell off
and grew a new body
and they nakedly robbed me
and left me for dead
with these holes in my head
on a beach by the sea
and I am the sea
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4. |
A Face Like This
02:21
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how can you have a face like this
a voice to set dreams to sleeping
how can you make a sport of this
this game which harbors no winning
where did you go those final days
the cactus, the lake, the barkeep
we watched you go by as if to say
we wish you would come by again
there’s a face I’ve seen in a red lit dream
blurred by the speed of the carousel
and merry I go around and around
trying to make it around again
how can you know a day like this
that hunts you down like a cannibal
it whirls and reels and burns and heals
and builds you back up like a miracle
have you ever been
torn apart
and left for dead in the river
stars fly up and the rain flies down
it’s so hard to wake up in the morning
there’s a face I’ve seen in a red lit dream
blurred by the speed of the carousel
and merry I go around and around
trying to make it around again
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5. |
Slaughterhouse
02:48
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you came in all sweet with your bullet hole eyes
and wisdom that don’t always prove to be wise
and when I tried to speak you just reared up and said
babe you know I am a slaughterhouse, and you
you’re my little lamb
I came rife with razors, preaching dead ends
drowning in the brain pool and prone to the bends
but I straightened my gaze upon your other man
man you know, I am a slaughterhouse
and you, you’re gonna be my little lamb
drunk and deluded is shallow pitfalls
scratching our names on the thinnest of walls
but damn if we don’t just run to the call
babe it’s time for the slaughterhouse
let’s just be, let’s just be little lambs
BR:
by the time you was mine and I had become yours
we was chocking on needles, we was choking on worse
we choked on whatever we could get in our hands
because babe, we are a slaughterhouse
and we, are just little lambs
downwind from bad times and upwind from worse
and oft times our good times came veiled in a curse
but we are who we are and we is who we am
babe sometimes we are a slaughterhouse
and sometimes, we’re just little lambs
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6. |
What a Fool Am I
03:00
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Am I pacing myself
nah honey I don’t race
I can fall in a ditch
right now upon my face
but you know I’ll rise again
stumbling on the straightest line
oh what a fool am I
CH: Oh what a fool am I
we all deserve to die
we all earn our ends by the by
but I’m giving you my best
from my east down to my west
oh what a fool am I
what’s the use of sleeping
when you’re tired of laying down
go get your nose, you stripper clown
and do that dance you do
in your mile high heels
of what a fool are you
well you just look so pretty
like ugly called it quits
and headed for the hills
where you killed it
and I’m surprised to be alive
being a bit of an ugly guy
oh what a fool am I
CH: Oh what a fool am I
we all deserve to die
we all earn our ends by the by
but I’m giving you my best
from my east down to my west
oh what a fool am I
Well right back at ya
here I’ll cast a stone
as a matter of fact, I’ll cast two
you know what they say
but I say you can cast one too
oh what a fool are you
CH: oh what a fool are you
yr gonna get it too
you will earn your end as you do
I’m telling’ it to you true
and it’s nothing new
oh what a fool are you
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7. |
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I don't believe in the closing of windows
I can see but I got busted eyes
I spend my day composing tortures
in a constant state of goodbye
It's a crime that I pull from my pocket
It's a crime that I toss to the sky
while you worship clouds and high horses
I'm in a constant state of goodbye
I've settled on something outrageous
that nobody ever does die
& that some other hand writes my choruses
in a constant state of goodbye
if there's one final thing I can tell you
I would swear that this is no lie
while everyone I love keeps arriving
I'm in a constant state of goodbye
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8. |
Old Orleans
02:20
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I have the most serious dreams
carnival shakes, in a series of screams
the beer is cold, the whisky is warm
my ninth ward stains have dreams of trains
no roads to run, ain’t no more cane
when your waters rise, mine do the same
I wish I was in old Orleans
where the earth spits back
its paupers bones
where the porches bow
to the ladies fair
and we build our homes
in danger zones
I wish I was in old Orleans
I wish I was in old Orleans
so shake leg, barrelhouse
it’s starting to rain
and when your waters rise
you know I’ll do the same
and when your waters rise
you know I’ll do the same
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9. |
Time Lapse Skies
02:16
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time lapse skies died of old age yesterday
they burned a hole in the roof of your mouth
you’re blowing’ smoke
your lips are now a filthy
asshole ring of fire
your golden tongue sings pretty lines
your pretty voice can synchronize
with anything your wormy heart
can fictionalize
your golden tongue is good at slashing
golden lies
playing off a bloodbath riff
read the papers until you’re stiff
will you ever realize
do you ever sympathize
all with what you truly daily vandalize
your pretty face is making due
for stupid brains and rich man blues
and all your shiny stupid pretty face can do
is hover like some dying sky that dreams of blue
and like that sky I will be hovering over you
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10. |
From Miles Below
03:03
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I rode my tongue on a foreign blast
up from miles below
up from miles below
up from miles below
Now I wonder how I wound up so down
Coming from miles above
Coming from miles above
Having come from miles above
If I lie down a while
I can have a dream
at a blazing speed
at a blazing speed
at a blazing speed
BR:
You crossed your fingers
and you crossed your eyes
and you did a dance for me
Bring me your love
in an hourglass
and pass the time with me
and pass the time with me
please pass your time with me
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11. |
You Are a Self
01:58
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you are a self
you are a self fulfilling prophesy
you have no choice
and so you raise your voice
and say it’s a long way
to cool water in a lake of fire
you’re not a myth
but you are a myth to me
the mocking bird is making
fun of me
I am a self
I am a self fulfilling prophesy
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there’s a heart in the river
there are wheels in your eyes
you are fireflies tonight
I’ll be where you’re going
and I’ll be your getting gone
where everybody crashes
there’s a newspaper bird
hanging limp from me
theres a break in the backbone
of the sea
there’s a little hard talk
and some hatred on the rise
and they’ll always tell you
you were right
there’s power in failure
there are long winded tales
of people in the backyard
setting sails
there’s little kids with crayons
drawing on the street
they don’t need your help
they just need
because you never know your neighbors
and you never know your friends
you never know your neighbors
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13. |
I Cracked the Earth
02:43
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I cracked the earth
to measure its worth
and it cried a cry I
could not bear to hear
so bury your head dear
cover your ears
well then I laid around
while it spun itself down
and I heard the birds and
their hideous sounds
and I tried to sing back
but I didn’t know
how the trumpets would blow
and the band would march slow
all to a tune that they don’t even know
to the beat of a drum that just wouldn’t go
so my shoes they wore thin
worn out from within
so I covered myself
in an animal skin
because I don’t want to
have to crack it open again
I cracked the earth
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14. |
Now I Lay
01:43
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now I lay me down to sleep
in imperfect harmony
neither saint nor reprobate
now I lay me where I lay
now I lay me down to rest
although imperfect, acquiesced
I listen close to your little bell
now I lay I may as well
now I lay me down to you
I’ll be what you need me to
I’ll freeze the seas, I’ll shoot the moon
now I lay me down I do
now I lay me down for good
upon the spot where I once stood
grace to blunder
pound for pound
now I lay me down
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Timesbold Portland, Oregon
Timesbold is a band of two or twenty people depending on who’s counting. Been putting out records for about twenty years depending on who’s counting. It’s been several years since the last Timesbold record depending on who’s counting. But we’re very happy to be back. And we hope to see y’all soon. ... more
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