1. |
Day After Victory
03:07
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We are gonna cry out
Until we cannot breathe.
We are gonna raise
Our flaming bottles high.
We'll put sacks over the heads
Of every single doubt,
Pull all the triggers,
Pan the cameras to the sky.
Dance like Che Guevara in Havana
On a sunny day in 1959.
A bloody path behind us, a lot of work ahead,
Ah, but listen as the whirring sound align.
Shining stars exploding through my spine.
All the ashes falling
Through the heavy air
Like confetti
We'll never fully clean.
Sifting out our callings
From sieves of matted hair,
Not forgetting
Our friends' blood on our jeans,
But there is something of unfathomable purpose
Scratched on one of these innumerable pages
And if only I could ever seem to find it
I'd be alright.
Everything I need just out of sight.
And I've hit the point where all the fighting's done
And now I've got to build.
Stand up, make the tough calls.
Be ready or be killed.
And there's a moment of extraordinary insight
Hidden somewhere in these years of filth and pain
And it's nagging like a word I just remember
But never find,
And there's some great romantic cosmic truth
Tucked away inside those dreams that make me cry,
But it's always in some out of focus corner
And I am blind.
Everything I need lost in my mind.
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2. |
No Sleep for Vampires
03:50
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Feel the quiver in my hands.
Splash some war paint on.
Carve my teeth real sharp,
Bare them big 'til dawn.
Indulge a moment's regret,
All lost in glass.
Biting hunger in my vains.
Feverish dreaming kiss.
Feast on everything
And vanish into mist.
Rising high into the cold black sky
Shivering wildly waiting this dread night to pass.
Scour barren lands,
Big holes in my shoes.
Proudly count on these worn hands
All the spoils I am waiting now to lose.
Flee porch lights like a cockroach,
Wait for death at braking tires.
No sleep for vampires.
A panicked scream through the rain.
Know I've left my mark.
Cast a doll into the storm drain,
Swallowed by the dark.
Dancing wildly with my demons
Until they come and make me leave the park.
Walk hand in hand
With grizzled men thrusting sharpened sticks.
Curse every brand.
Curse dark spots in my flesh from pleasure pricks.
Wrap myself in stolen velvet
On a burning funeral pyre.
No sleep for vampires.
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3. |
Self-Help Necronomicon
03:56
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When the corner-eyed glances of strangers you pass in the street
Lead you back to the chorus of horrible things that you sing to yourself on repeat.
When the fake laughter backtracks and meaningless smiles leave you numb
And the clothes you are wearing all point to a someone you're hoping you never become.
So you stand with your back to your memories starting to peel
Between the mirror and the mask you can never be certain just which of these faces are real.
When the pronouns and pre-ordained paths you can see all seem wrong,
With the scars you remember and eyes that you don't staring back from the place you belong,
We're going to beat you
We're going to crush you
We're going to tear you apart like we did back when you were a kid
No one will save you
No one will comfort you
You'll be reborn and you know you deserve it.
We'll tattoo arcane glyphs and bad words on your face,
Consulting ancient tomes and our outstanding tastes.
We're going to beat you
We're going to crush you
We're going to tear you apart like we did back when you were a kid
No one will save you
No one will comfort you
You'll be reborn and you know you deserve it.
With the demon cultists chanting
And the sacrifices screaming,
You'll emerge with cloven hooves and a fresh wardrobe.
Your burning red eyes gleaming,
Your forked tongue will hiss,
"I am whole and I deserve this.
I am whole and I deserve this.
I am beautiful and terrible.
My universe is me and I deserve this."
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4. |
Quiet
05:25
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Purple velvet on the nightstand watching us fall
Dim light casting weak shadows up so tall
And all the wrapping cast aside
We are open.
All the day's miles away on the floor.
You can still hear the cat past the door,
But for a few hours we'll hide.
We are clean.
And there's nothing that I have left to say.
Tied tongues tumble and stumble in the way
Of the quiet faint rumbling of our breath.
There were times before I'd dream of flight
Or be hunted by wolves through the night,
But here burrowed in bed
We lie safe within its breadth.
And I will make me better
So I don't burn this home to the ground.
From all the black flies and stormy weather
I will seal us good and tight
Build a roof from whatever can be found.
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5. |
Last Dance in Magdeburg
02:16
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Light up all of our candles
Open all the wine
Burn through all the foodstuffs
'Til the air is sweet and fine.
Kiss each friendly lip in town.
Follow all of your urges down, down, down, down...
They've howled at the gates
For two long months at least,
And the flames in their eyes
Have every day increased.
In the morning I'm sure we'll die,
But tonight our souls will fly,
So sing for your brother
And all your neighbor's pets,
For your first grade teacher
And the love you've never met;
For your friends and your bulging eyes
Let your last cries pierce through the skies.
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6. |
Revelation
03:32
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In my dreams I am a prophet where the last days break
I am wading through the waters of a clear dead lake.
Flecks of sulfur up high blotting out the sun and filling up my chest.
Sky shining radiant and golden as the end times crest.
I am hungry in the valley, I am hungry on the steppe,
I am hungry in the grassland where the last lion wept,
Engulfed now in the unabating fires that sweep across the land.
Ah, but look at me, look at me, my God I can make it all sand.
Raise my rod to the sky. Hidden symbols to trace.
Shout on the street corner to every passing face.
Birds fall high from the treetops,
They are waiting now to die. We are waiting now to die,
And we prayed and heard nothing from the sky.
In this tomb that we have made we are shaking and afraid.
Revelation.
Raise my rod to the sky. Hidden symbols to trace.
Shout on the street corner to every passing face.
Birds fall high from the treetops,
They are waiting now to die. We are waiting now to die,
And we prayed and heard nothing from the sky.
In this tomb that we have made we are shaking and afraid.
Revelation.
Our destroyers' children living on in a great iron lung,
I am babbling and thoughtless, ancient fables on my tongue.
I see the rolling green hills that I grew up on plunged into eternal drought,
And I see the light sputter out.
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7. |
Quetzalcoatl's Blessing
03:36
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You rode your bicycle far, far beneath me,
Dodging landmine cracks in pavement, big strong roots,
And how I wept at every scrape, willing healing.
How I always prayed you'd pluck the sweetest fruits.
And when my magic winds had all seemed to fail you,
Diving deeper than my ancient eyes can see,
My feathers hung in sorrow.
Red gold and green.
But you had crawled up back to earth with bloody fingers
And I have never been more happy in all my many days
A million offerings on alters
Before my gaze
Now you are riding once again (through the backyards)
Fences cracking under hoof, drum roll beating through your heart.
Dawn breaks in an instant.
I am the morning star.
Ash and feathers raining down
Upon your brave new start.
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Breakfast for Turtles Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Breakfast for Turtles is a folk-punk-adjacent band of friendly reptiles from Philadelphia. Expect high energy, heavy bass
solos, danceable rhythms and intense, emotive lyricism.
Lead Vox/Guitar - Gabe Robitaille
Harmonies/Bass - Ben Anderson
Drums - Matt DiPaolo
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