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A Thousand Poets
03:27
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A Thousand Poets
A thousand poets all sing together
What they write down yeah never really matters
So you can say you sold the second angel
To the seventh seal
It's all we've ever known and its all we
Will ever feel
Your mind is my body
Your body is my soul
My mind is your body
My body is your soul
A thousand poets all laugh together
What they read aloud never really matters
Because your room is full
Your room is full of emptiness
Your mind is my body
Your body is my soul
My mind is your body
My body is your soul
And heart is full
And your heart
Your body and your soul
It pulls on my heart
It pulls on my hearts
Your mind
Your mind
And your soul
Yeah is all I know
All I know
It's all know
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Nothing is Real (and nothing is as it seems)
One arm in a cast
The other in ink
My heart is cast in concrete
And My brain is in the kitchen sink
One arm in a sling
The other in ink
My heart is cast in concrete
And My brain is in the kitchen sink
This wooden sky
This fading night
This shifting ground
Underfoot
This senseless sigh
Nothing is real
And Nothing's as it seems
You hide me behind a concrete facade
That you sell us the Perfect dream
This grey sky ( I open my arms now walk to me)
This burning life ( I open my arms now walk to me)
This broken ground underfoot
My punctured sigh
( I open my arms now walk to me)
Video tape
Escape
Video tape
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Too many serial killers on Netflix
I can open up a dream
Pull out a metaphor
Of you and me
Draw in some thick dark lines
Wrap it around your sweet spine
I can call back those dreams
Found my head has grown into a tree
Like a head inside a hammer
Those roots are growing into her
Here’s another one just for you
Too many serial killers on tv
Sleep deprived ain't so good for me she says
'Cuz the world is streaming in HD
I blame Netflix and you
she says
This world is a crazy crazy crazy mess
She says
Oh I watch too many serial killers
There's something wrong with this world
Your sweet sweet spine
I feel it and I know your mine
Your sweet sweet spine
And I feel it and I your mine
Up the ladder one two three and nine
Up the ladder one two three and nine
Up the ladder one two three and nine
I kiss your neck and I know your mine
Up the ladder one two three and n
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Sunday Sideways
03:19
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A Sunday Sideways
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
She laughs and tilts her head back
What we do is more than what we say
What we do is more than what we say
She smirks and shifts her legs
And Plays with her hair
You are what you think
You do what you did
When you lived what you said
She shakes her head
Catches her words
Cuz we are far more than what we think we are
Yeah, we are far more than what we think are
Cuz we're far more than what we think are
Be my baby ahhhhhhhh
Be my baby ohhhhhhh
Be my baby huhhhhhhhhh
Kiss me again
Look in my eyes
Oh iiiiiiiiiii
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
She laughs and tilts her head back
What we do is more than what we say
What we do is more than what we say
She smirks and shifts her head
And plays with her hair
You are what you think
You do what you did
When you lived what you said
She shakes head
Catches her words
Cuz we are far more than what we think we are
Because we far more than what we think we are
Be my baby ohhhhhhhh
Be my baby ahhhhhhhh
She feels like home
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Since I Met You
03:43
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Since I Met You
Found my way
Start my day
Tell you all the things i do
All the things I see
All the things I say
Oh yeah
Found my way
Start my day
Tell you all the things i do
All the things I see
All the things I say
Oh yeah
Since I met
The sun bleeds brighter
Since I met you the world feels
Lighter
Since I met you
My heart reaches higher
Since I met you
Yeah
Since I met you
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Liminal Love
03:38
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Liminal love
Liminal love
Yeah it's your subliminal luck
Yeah I know a trope
Watch me I'm hanging from a rope
Subliminal luck
Is like Liminal love
Don't want to be a cliche
Just want to wake up
Don't wanna wake up and do it again
Don't want to be a cliche
Just want to wake up
Don't wanna wake up and yeah I do it again
Again...
I know a trope
I'm Hanging from a rope
See me standing up
I've never had enough
I live to fall asleep
I'm living on the street
I'm a trope
Ill be hanging from a rope
It an overdose
It's a standol syndrome
I live on the street
I have no home
Don't want to be a cliche
Just want to wake up
Don't wanna wake up and do it again
Don't want to be a cliche
Just want to wake up
Don't wanna wake up and do it again
Again
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7. |
Wake My Soul
04:15
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Wake My Soul
Wake my soul
Wake my soul
Wake my soul
Wake my soul
Wake my soul
Whatever it takes
More than right now
More than allowed
More than ride along
More than right alone
More than right now
Wake my soul
Before I'm Too old
To be a sleep
Sleep
Past the layers
Ask the ravens
Everything is incomplete
Wake my soul
In Vcr tapes
Wake my soul
In cassette loops
Wake my soul
Whatever it takes
Wake my soul
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Ever
02:00
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Ever
It's not like I never tried
It's not like you never lied
It's not like I never died
It's not like I ever cried
It's not like I paint what I see
It's not like I forgot how to be
It's not like I was more than this
It's not like you'll ever be missed
Yeah you know
You know that's true
But you that
I bet you know that's true
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Soul in the Ground
02:35
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Soul in the Ground
I burn my bridges
I crossed my rubicon
Standing in the shower
Thinking yeah it went wrong
Cmon Put your hand on my chest
Put my soul in the ground
Cmon Put your hand on my chest
Put my soul in the ground
Tell myself that I’m just fine
Cut the corners and I drive by
Push myself to breathe
Oh you know it has to be
Put your hand on my chest
Put my soul in the ground
Cmon Put your hand on my chest
Put my soul in the ground
Soul in the ground
Soul
Souls
Sole
Sold
Souls
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The Conquering Kings of Oblivion
We are the Conquering kings
With sewn shut wings
Open up your windows
It’s been cold too long
We are the Conquering kings
Singing songs of broken things
Close up your windows
It’s been hot too long
Cover your mouth
Or they will
Steal your heart
It’s all you have
It’s all you have
We are the conquering kings
With new born brittle wings
Singing songs the world sings
We been closed for too long
You know things can't be the same
It’s all you have
Yeah It’s all you have
Yeah It’s all you have
All you have
Are these moments that are
Stitched to your souls
Let them let them
call you home
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My Mind Full of Scorpions
If happiness is an allegory,
Well hell yeah then
Happiness is a story,
And in truth all sensations
Dissolved in ready made memories
We pull from reason that observes
To reason that acts
And life without revelation
Is no life at all.
We are two chords on a room far away
And falling in love is like searching for...
Yeah It's the way the worlds works
Cut your albatross is like never going to church
Oh my mind is full of scorpions
Oh my mind
Oh my mind is full of scorpions
Oh my mind
Turn yourself inside out
And paint your new skin on
Turn yourself
inside out
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Just Another Wounded Walking Wonder Kid
You're just another wounded walking wonder kid
Staring down the barrel of another dead revolution
Yeah you're just another wounded walking wonder kid
Lock me underground
Drive me underground
Bury me in pain
Bury me in pain
And pour me another broken day
because there is no other way
Fall falls forward
With a timed out angel
And tomorrow never cares
When winter is at your door
Yeah You're just another wounded walking wonder kid
Staring down the barrel of another dead revolution
Yeah you're just another wounded walking wonder kid
Drive me underground
Drive me underground
Bury me in pain
Bury me with pain
Pour me another broken day
Pour me another broken day
Protest the protester
Protest the protester
Protest the protester
Drive me underground
Drive me underground
Bury me in pain
Bury me with pain
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13. |
Writing Words
02:19
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Writing words
Hey
come to me today
Hey
give me Something
Anything
good to say
Watch me write me some words from the things I see and all Ive heard
Watch me write me some words from the things I see and all Ive heard
Living
And writing words
Writing
Writing words
Writing
Writing words
Writing
Writing
writing words
Writing
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14. |
Put Your Drink Down
03:27
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Put Your Drink Down
Put your drink down
Come to me
Hey hey yeah
Baby
Put your drink down
And come dance with me
Dance with me
Oh you know
You know
Baby we may not be here tomorrow
Hey, yeah
Hey, hey yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Baby baby baby yeah
You know
Oh come on over
Hey yeah
The world may get up go
What aRe we gonna do
What are we to do
What are we...
Baby come on and dance with me
Put your drink down
Dance with me like there is no tomorrow
Put your drink down
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mustoek Hamilton, Ontario
Originally from the UK mustoek fell in love with the creative process at an early age. Musically speaking, mustoek is best described as a mix of painterly sounds, ambient noise, punk sensibilities, sarcastic cynicism. All this locked into sweet melodic hooks rooted in non traditional song structures. ... more
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