Slag Heaps

Dead streets, ghosts that wait around. Gone now is coal beneath the ground.

All we got are the Slag Heaps, telling us we’re done.

Chorus All we need are machines now, to tell us we’re near All we need are machines now, to show we’re in the clear

Hang on there’s something in the air. Stay here, there’s architects who care.

Hang on they’ve arrived today they soon will break the ground/ Maybe I’ll come home


Safety (With Ducks)

I look around for a hero to mold, It’s not as easy as before. Another day that I thought was the same, How could I know it would be more?

Chorus Here’s where we would say goodbye Here’s where we would turn to hide Here’s where we would say goodbye Here’s where you would cry

I look around for my hero who told Me everything was fine. I would ask him how to steer on this road, Show me what I need to find

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Hit Potential

If I hit my potential will I have hit potential?

I've only been here six days. I count to myself the ways that make this town a bit more like fiction, I can fly with this zero friction. So I sang church songs that my grandmother knows, felt the sand on the beach, won a place and a show. Saw the parade go by and the princesses smile, drank an age old wine that had sat for a while, then the power went out- it's a sabotage in the Margarees.

Chorus I would stay here, every day here, waste away here, if the world would turn with me

So what are we left with now? Aside from what we found there's still no light to see around. I stumble down to the park to feel younger but leave to old.

If I hit my potential will I have hit potential?

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My body is sore from a week of this story making. I would do more but I'm weak from my glory taking over my senses- and under my clothes, I am bitten by black flies from my head to my toes. It hasn't rained on this day in fifty-one years, it's trying today but I know it’ll clear. The races are going I can hear Willy's voice. It echoes through town and I don't have a choice but listen to all he says.

If I hit my potential will I have hit potential?


English Class

Proud like Kings, we smell like cheap cologne ‘cause somebody said, we should be here

Stand our ground, there’s nowhere else to go, ‘cause somebody said, she would be here.

Pre-Chorus ‘cause we’re looking for a red car, it power our decisions

Chorus You wish you could have the view that I’ve got in English Class

Lean with pride, we’re holdin’ up the town, ‘cause somebody said, we should be here

If she reads minds, I hope that she reads mine, ‘cause somebody said, she would be here

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More

If I die here, take my organs find a robot, safely store them

When I close my eyes I see something more

teach him recall, give him memory let him go on, from my ending


Birds and Fear

Goals and plays, I count a thousand ways I could come of age, I count a thousand ways.

I can’t decide if I have found my way.

Birds and Fear, Tell me what is real

Keep me still, if I am calm I’ll have a vision. Steeped with will, if I am wrong I’ll view decisions I can’t decide if I have found my way.


Murderers

I’m keeping my wits but I won’t for long, the batter is drying that keeps me strong. I’ve got places I’d rather be, with all the faces unlike me. I feel like I’m burning but aint got the time, the fucker in the water got me right from behind. I’ve flipped the guts of a dozen dead cows, If they could talk they would call me a murderer... who burned their friends.

Somebody save us!

I’m not even close to fifty feet away, it’s almost as though I’ve got some karma to pay. Lock up your girlfriend in a glass room, with all your enemies and without you. They get their ways and your hands are tied. I wouldn’t wish it on my own worse enemies... who burned my friends

Somebody save us!


Shadowman

Take the fear beside you, carve what you saw It’s so clear defining, must be a flaw

Pre-Chorus I’d say that someone, I’d say that somebody Was here before

Chorus If I could hear them, I would leave But I can’t hear them, I can’t believe

This is all that I need, all that I came for I won’t fall till I see, something more Pre-Chorus

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Bridge There is more behind this, than we can find There is more behind this, than we can hide.

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Try

I don’t know why I would cry, but I’ll try, I will try. Watch me lie, watch me lie. I will try, I will

Try

I see the time hold my crime, watch me lie, I will

Try


Dear Friends and Faces

I count the days till I can see It’s almost over in my eyes

It’s not the way it’s supposed to be It’s almost over

Chorus Count my paces dear friends and faces Where are we going? Where are we now?

And we’re all alone again

I feel the pace we fell in to There’s no more present, just to-do’s We’ll burn the oil, they fight the wars It’s almost over

Count my paces dear friends and faces Where are we going? Where are we now?

And we’re all alone again And we’re sinking till the end And we’re living out our lives With persistent butterflies

Soon, we’ll all be invisible

Soon, we’ll all be invincible


Elm St.

A constant dust and the wires lust, a hyper-residential must have attitude and our yellow walls. Nothing’s changed, it’s all the same, I couldn’t separate a day or a year. Rubber sacks, the fear.

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What’s a way to tell if we’re living like we should?

Miss-spelled domains and a constant haze, we’re training Manila to steal our days There’s barking dogs and ‘Creep’ next door, I hear them practice, play it more

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Chuck’s in the pool

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Fishin’ In The Tar Ponds

Sunday’s here, I think about my past days Sunday’s here, I think about my past ways And they’re goin’ away, they’re goin’ away ‘cause there’s money away, there’s money away

I hear them calling, somebody calling out my name

Just week, I heard about the camp life Oil and money and wealth all around You’d pay your student loans in a half of a year Got money to spare, and nothing to fear

It’s not for me I’d rather fishin’ in the tar ponds

Sunday’s here, let’s talk about your past days Sunday’s here, let’s talk about your past ways And you’re goin’ away, you’re goin’ away ‘cause there’s money to be made, money to be made

I hear them calling, somebody calling out my name

Just last week, I heard about the camp life There’s oil and money and wealth all around You’d pay of your mortgage in a year or two Got money to spare and nothin to do

It’s not for me I’d rather fishin’ in the tar ponds


I’ll Think About It

Find me, strong and ready. So patient, still and aware. And Place me, place me under. Your seemless, your constant care. ‘cause we all want something more.

Show me how to feel it. Tell me that I can.

Stay here, go when we’re ready. But still I, still I’m afraid. And we stall here, we stand feeling fear flow But we know that we’re strong enough, we’re brave enough to see; That we all want something more.

Show me how to feel it. Tell me that I can.