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this is how it all ends
bleed yourself to sleep
embrace the promises of this world
it's the ones you made to yourself that you won't keep
i found a life and put it in my pocket
the lower you fly the softer seems the pavement
trade sky sell buy this won't hurt a bit
it's only every day of your life
no lows no highs nothing separates
it's only every day of your life
i know how it all ends
i've sung myself to sleep
deferred the promise to the next world
swallowed the pills of disguise and self-deceit
i found a lie and took it from my pocket
the lower you fly the softer seems the pavement
trade sky sell buy this won't hurt a bit
it's only every day of your life
no lows no highs nothing separates
it's only every day of your life
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not now not ever
now's not forever
smoke and a blindfold this is where I disappear
I got the last words scripted saved
I'm not having this conversation with you
hope is a passenger faith shot the messenger
just as his hand emerged waving to show you the score
smiling sinister break through your thin veneer
wielding your bleached out prosthesis like so many bones
and smiles long forgot hauled away afterbirths
hand-wringer's local sits grinning 'cause they know the score
come down dizzy boy heights will only destroy all the facts as shown
hold your breath
360 blind spot - tell me why you like it here
with all the world takes away
i'm not having this conversation
hope is a passenger faith shot the messenger
just as his hand emerged waving to show you the score
smiling sinister break through your thin veneer
wielding your bleached out prosthesis like so many bones
and smiles long forgot hauled away afterbirths
hand-wringer's local sits grinning 'cause they know the score
come down dizzy boy heights will only destroy all the facts as shown
thinking that you're big
you're small
not now not ever
now's not forever
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Sighs of the Curator
03:39
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set your wingtips on your soapbox
keep your conscience on my stash box
and they'll print your face on money
put your jackboots on my voice box
keep them focused on hollow subplots
and they'll print your face on money
give them something to wave something to shoot
something well thought out to refute
they want to see if we're brave or just empty boots
when the pig flies blind double check for your name on the chute
this is everything we've got and we're going nowhere
the lies you tell to yourself are the last ones caught
package scapegoats smoke and stage lights
show off slit throats to get the checks signed
and they'll print your face on money
there's no devils no evil sublime only pennies for the porcine
give them shadows to blame shadows to shoot
slogans sharp as a Sunday suit
they're gonna keep us afraid and eager to prove
that a place in line's worth a wink and a wave at the truth.
you're on your own
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i damn my mouth and ears every time you hear me complain
as long as nothing moves as long as nothing's new it's okay
all your friends are stains on some sheets that you'll throw away
when you skip to the last half page and destroy the ending
save your stares for strays as you shuffle and back away
to a corner where you'll feel safe in your perfect ending
oh my so young and so pretty
hold your daughter close it just might spread
it's a crime still young and still pretty
calculate the dose and keep your head
through every stare she'll walk right on
keep your cares she'll still shine on
i'll keep my swallowed fears next to yours they taste like champagne
as long as no one moves I'll lie and look at you we're okay
through every stare she'll walk right on
keep your cares she'll still shine on
words like fair they're to cry on
so where's your pity now
i can't hear a sound
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set controls anesthetize
now pick a spot on the wall and watch the world spin
no control is no surprise
no exposition just fall and hold your breath in
self-dethroned and self-despised
you're not so cute anymore a sack of grey skin
no control is no surprise
so glad you're taking the fall good morning has-been
congratulations is running down your lips
all the morning's revelations
that tomorrow's here and the next one's coming soon
there's a picture coming into view
a glimpse of all that's right with you
it's only seen through the width of a straw
and the bottom of every glass you pour
taped to a mask held by a glove
you'll find a list of all the shit that i'm capable of
climbed the mast to speak from above
empty threats tumbling down while i backpedal shove
if you ask i'll rant about love
keep pouring that shit in my mouth til i'm speaking in tongues
through the mask held by the glove
add another to the list of the shit that i'm capable of
in the lull i learned to fly
my nose is dripping with self-congratulations
no control is no surprise
just take the back off you head and watch the world end
there's a picture coming into view
a glimpse of all that's right with you
it's only seen through the width of a straw
and the bottom of every glass you pour
taped to a mask held by a glove
you'll find a list of all the shit that i'm capable of
climbed the mast to speak from above
empty threats tumbling down while i backpedal shove
if you ask i'll rant about love
keep pouring that shit in my mouth til i'm speaking in tongues
through the mask held by the glove
add another to the list of the shit that i'm capable of
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6. |
Lucifer Employed
03:04
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flowing out via pins and needles
little by little found a way to suck you dry
can't hear a reason from dome or steeple to let one leave alive
breathing out inhaled placebos
proxies and opiates you call yourself alive
can't put a finger on a thought or detail as each one takes a dive
let the skinny kid pen up an anthem
a forced response: inane repeats
let him tell me all that i want to hear
punch in punch out ersatz defeats
let me dream about the lives of the handsome
i can see that we're surrounded from here
with a sitcom IV at your fingertips
the sting of the lash will fade away
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All Swedish, No Finish
03:54
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Hollywood Hates You
03:43
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9. |
Retrograde
03:20
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10. |
Like Butterscotch
04:06
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The Kite-Eating Tree Los Angeles, California
The Kite-Eating Tree S/T was released on March 23, 2019: 15 years to the day after their debut LP "Method: Fail, Repeat..."
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