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Broken Skin 93 (Intro)
02:23
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Broken skin
I’m back again
Rain falling from the bridge
Gray water rising
And the streets in silence
The empties float like a filthy joke
And if you don’t look
It can’t hurt so bad
But you get used to fighting
Second look, all bruises hiding
Is that what it feels like
When you’re drowning
And it’s hard to live
In the trap that’s caught us
And you might as well blame it
On the place we were born
So what, times were rough
And you’re old enough
to know now
Rugged cross
and a rugged crown
They got knives
to bring us down
Rugged gloss
in a rugged gown
We live sharper lives
to bring
to bring them
down
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2. |
Talking At The Ground
03:28
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Well I could walk
and i could talk
i could sing but i can’t
ring that bell i can’t
sell myself to the service of
another temporary
lover, it’s something i can’t
stomach, and i
can’t change
this thing that stains
so when you’re in the mood
for love, there’s nothing i can
think of, you can talk my ear off
and i’ll stare across the water
at the graveyard they’ll give
your name, and
you can’t change
this thing that stains
in a empty theater where
you said I should meet you, the
credits played and my feet stuck
like glue to the ground, and even
though the show was over, you
said come on over
and I felt the blankness of my mind
we recognize
this time’s unkind
you felt the blankness in my mind
you took it deep inside
And I can’t change
When I’m in this place
We’ll be talking at the ground
We’ll be looking down
And when I’m in this place
we get scrapped from the page
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3. |
I Was A Thing of Beauty
03:01
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I think I lost my patience
And burnt that rope to hang
And if you’re feeling gracious
You’ll know just who to thank
You see what I see
You see what I see
You see
And was I a thing of beauty
Standing in the corner light
Just like a packaged product
Sitting on the glass inside
You see what I see
You talk through your teeth
But I know what you mean
His hand was my hand
to scratch out my own face
No tour
Temple is a place you can’t know
And I can’t go and turn my back
Cold concrete, body heat
I want all of that
And I won’t be held
Tonight we will tell
How close we can get
To the ideal
Let’s make it equal
I wanna know how it feels
Shake that sand from your hair
Sore arms
Morning is there
And you feel very small
Conditioned not to listen
That body is a brick
Another object
Watch it sink
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4. |
Bind the Boundary
04:04
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Like a Greek ruin
Treasure in the trash
Cardboard and plastic
You laid on your back
And if this was a movie
I’d say it’s all been done
Come close that window waiting
Feel my heat in the sun
You’ve got me all lace and perfume
Well I’d switch places
I’d switch with you
And the roles that we play
Are fading away
And what they did call divine
We redefine
That the image is mine
I’ll wait for you to come down and tie me
Bind the skin that makes the boundary
And keep it close
You know what you’re doing
Hair full of ash
Burn down that building
Its meaning has passed
And if I should decide
This body’s intricate
Would you be into it
You know I’m alone
I’ve got the taste of the wound
See how it changes
Feel how it changes
I hear you laughing in the other room
I’d switch places, yeah I’d
Switch places
And the roles that we play
Are fading away
And what they did call divine
We redefine
Would that image be mine?
Or would it fall
Into disgrace
What do they say
And is it true
I’ll wait for you to come down and tie me
Bind the skin that makes the boundary
I’ll wait for you to come down and tie me
Bind the skin that makes the boundary
And keep it close
Tie it again
You keep it close
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5. |
Lovers Burn #13
02:09
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Bite my lip in the bed like a painting
For the one who could only sustain me
Gold paint, wax, honey forget all those boys
And the sand stretches out for miles
Keep that secret, we meet behind neon signs
And you feel like electric thought
I’m gonna burn you into me
Seems so dark
Just the two of us
Gravel beneath our feet
Feel the pull
When I get up to grab the receiver
There’s nothing there, just the sound of breathing
Don’t waste words, I know what you want
We’ll be together in silence
Soft winds by the western climate
And watch the way it plays with your hair
The sand stretches out for miles
Keep that secret, we meet just like missing time
And you feel like electric thought
I’m gonna burn you into me
Fading light of another day
Bury those remains
I feel the pull
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6. |
Blood
04:10
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Grinding gears in parked cars
A peeled out burnout on a strip mall tip
A short rip to impress the boys
Because fucking up was the only choice
Yeah fucking up was the only choice
And hold out your hand
The wrist spits blood
A soul at arm’s length
Twisting in the wind
We can’t judge it from where we stand
And hold out your hand
The wrist spits blood
There’s no freedom in this land
and you can do your part
to feel you’re not at fault
So sit up straight
and take it on the chin
There’s no freedom in this land
And hold out your hand
The wrist spits blood
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7. |
Suburban
02:22
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Pain, a clear signal
a true sailor
out on the water
A dark ship
like a splinter
into a finger
I’ve broken through
I’ve broken through
“Well, what’s it like?”
i can’t say
and you wouldn’t listen
anyway
i’ve been dreaming of water
i see water
in my dreams
but now eyes are open
i see it in total
you want me down on my knees
so i’ll sit on the curb
where all the dust swirls
and wait
to change
your hand to my face
you won’t see me again
no you don’t see me again
But can you can feel it
from across the united states
Now that you’ve touched it
you’ve seen the face
and shine in its wake
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8. |
State of the Body ‘99
03:33
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You can say we tried
In 1999
Lower East Side
Just like how pride
Comes before a fall
And talking through the mist
you were just a kid
You find out quick
You know nothing
Something you won’t admit
You cut your bangs in the bathroom stall
I wrote my name on the mirror and the wall
You came back from wherever you been
Can’t believe the state you’re in
City miles, looking like a ghost
Translucent light
“What’s wrong, got you down, is your shirt too tight?”
“Ah Jessie don’t, leave him alone
He’s sensitive right?”
The lights can be sharp in the darkness
I hold my drink
It’s his life regardless
I’m not his keeper
I fight this feeling all over
And he can push through the crowd
But they will shout him down
You reap what you sow
That’s easy to know
Hard to figure out
I cut my bangs in the bathroom stall
You wrote your name on the Q train ah
City miles looking like a ghost
Translucent light
Coming down on the river tonight
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9. |
Dont Stand Correct’d
03:12
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Yesterday’s papers lying on
the kitchen table, well
you would hardly believe
front page cover reading
“BEST RESPECT YOUR FATHER”
and you can never leave
They call it disrespect
I say it’s much more direct
For the fear that you project
Son you wouldn’t stay
Ambition, such ambition
Roll it back, keeping track as
years subtract from
a total loss, coin toss
make a wish, watch it sink, losing youth
inch by inch, waiting by the fountain at
the mall
They called it disrespect
The truth is much more direct
for the failures you protect
daughter, what’d you say?
For the way I dress
I’m feeling less than blessed
You try so hard to stay correct
And how we pay and pay
And were we ever the same?
You disappeared again
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10. |
Last Exit to Staten
03:22
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Broken mirror on the burning ground
Take it back to where you come from
cuz no one wants to come and see you
water it down
And I can’t see, smoke in my eyes
Trying to aim with the bloodshot sights
And no one wants to come and see you
water it down
I feel your sweat on my skin
Those hands bringing me in
You think you won’t be missed
But I saw you split
And that was just the half of it
Facing dawn, with your worn out makeup on
And you don’t want to go home
You reach for your phone but you lost it
Sit down on the lawn
Feel the cool of the leaves underneath
You’d realign the stars
Change your sign, change who you are
Bend their will
With a mind so clear
Fold your fingers into a claw
We don’t need their law
We’ve been talking and talking
Talking for years
Hasn’t gotten us anywhere
And on the stairs where we had met
Burnouts come and clip their cigarettes
Time never goes back
They’ll put up a plaque
To remember you by
And I don’t have money
Or some kinda fame
I got bad credit and I take the train
But like a perfect diamond or stainless steel
You’re twisting, reflecting the way that I feel
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11. |
You Decide
03:02
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too late to talk
to those who forgot
and I can’t relate
no I can’t relate to that
and I could stand here
pointing fingers
but as I recall
you put it all on pause
but wait a minute
i had a vision
dark spots in front of my eyes
there was lightning
people fighting
that’s the future we’re looking forward to
I think you hurt me
apologize
i think about it
all the time
and I want to go back
but I can’t, the path
is blocked by a million rocks
that i put there
with my own mind
i think about it
think about it all
the time
and wait a minute
another vision
dark spots in front of my eyes
you can’t fight it
best resigning
you can’t change when you
let someone inside
and whatever you decide
you’ll have to live with
the rest of your life
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The house is tilted
The dust is quilted
And the grass grows to incredible heights
Don’t bother knocking
No sense in stopping
The moths, they tumble into the lights
Nature takes its time
Your hand could crush me
And if you touched me
I think I’d crumble into the ground
And if these walls could talk they’d scream
They’re on the wrong end of a bad dream
And I don’t trust it
The things that we keep
When the rain comes, it comes a foot deep
Sitting under stain glass lamps
It spins in circles, our clothes are damp
And I don’t trust it, the things that we keep
When the rain comes, it comes a foot deep
Time is interrupted
The words repeat
When the rain comes, it comes a foot deep
And I don’t trust it
The things that we keep
When the rain comes
It comes a foot deep
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