I’ll become like the desert wind and I’ll drink all the gin. Shriveled up under desert lights eaten up in the night

Circa Survive - Through the desert alone

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Sadly, I walk around this place on the shells of eggs
My shoulders are cold
I put it off for so long, I put it off
and know I’ve got to live with what I made
forever

What was stolen from us
now is forever lost
just because we’ll never pay the ransom
What was taken from me
I will never regain just because
We’ll never pay the ransom

I’ll become like the desert wind
and I’ll drink all the gin
Shriveled up under desert lights
eaten up in the night
I can’t keep this up much longer without
needing more from you
I need more

Wasted with the rhythm
angry at the melody
How did you stay so sweet?
Cause you were my ally once
You were my confidante
I need somebody close
to be close to
forever

What was stolen from us
now is forever lost
just because we’ll never pay the ransom
What was taken from me
I will never regain
just because we’ll never pay the ransom
just because we’ll never pay the ransom

For Hunter, because he loves this song as much as I do.

The sound of animals fighting - The heretic

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Inevitably
It's starting to bleed
And couldn't be stopped, that's justice
Incredible luck, to lift and be struck
What curious things..

A moment to think, before we will sing
The beauties alined, so sweetly
And don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Don't be afraid...

Does this look like that?
(My bumpkin boy)
How cruel you get
I've started again
(My bumpkin boy)
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
You've mangled your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

Our souls are unrest
What kind of pride is this?
Dry your, dry your eyes
They'll salt his wounds
If burning the flesh means finding the one

Does this look like that?
(My bumpkin boy)
How cruel you get
I've started again
(My bumpkin boy)
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
You've mangled your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

(Flesh is heretic
My body is a witch
I am burning it)

My bumpkin boy
How cruel you get
I've started again
My bumpkin boy
To miss your hand...

Everybody should have and love this album.

Brand New - Sink

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I don't want to let you go
But it hurts my hands to hold the rope
I won't be such an easy mark
You're no better then they say

And all the candles on the cake
All set fire to the gate
Turn the cannons towards the boat
Men were drowning in the moat
It was the end of all rowers oars

If you call then I'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming, now
If you call then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm gonna let you

All I want's some earth and seed
But only grow the things I need
But first I must find my way back
And you go lay down on the track

At first I had an even keel
But now I'm not sure what is real.
It's taken me this long to learn
That every dead is ate by worms
And once they're gone they don't return

If you call then I'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming, now
If you call then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm gonna let you

I'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm gonna let you
Then the fire snuck into your bedroom
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you

How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and boney, exposed for a phoney
But we heed the last words that he penned
Haste to disgrace the traitor. Do not wait til later
I don't think that you've got to pretend
I see God in birds and Satan in long words
But I know what you need in a friend
So now when I leave you, I hope I won't see you

How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and boney, exposed for a phoney
But we heed the last words that he penned
Haste to disgrace the traitor. Do not wait til later

If you call then I'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming, now
If you call then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm gonna let you
Well, I'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming, now
If you call then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm gonna let you
Then the fire snuck into your bedroom
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you

See me through, tore down my walls, bring out my lion and rip out my eyes

Immanu El - Panda

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I took a picture
A window of a dream
A whisper of a fear
We dance with wrong chords to wrong songs

See me through
Tore down my walls
Bring out my lion
And rip out my eyes

I will stand tall when the winter gets to us
If you stay with me

Rip it out and leave it all behind
Rip it out, with you it makes the same
Get out

Love was made like a book or a page just ripped out but we never read anyway.

Colour Revolt - Mattresses underwater

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There are places
Some of us can't face yet 
And even though we see it 
We just swear God's sleeping 
So we say, 

"Ash to ash, dust to dust, 
We're all gonna die so we have to 
trust in something"
But it's probably nothing
There's gotta be something

Now we mean it in our homes where we're sleeping
We call it mattresses underwater but the gutters are seeping
So we say, 

"Ask and ask and we'll return 
The same favors till its our own turn"
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn,
Another forty years for you
And yours to learn

Love was made like a ship at bay, never to see waves
We'll probably all crash anyway

When we see it we don't believe it 
We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping 
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn 
Another forty years for you and yours to learn 
You say, "all you ever talk about is dying and it's getting so old"

And we say, "love was made 
Like a book or a page just ripped out but we never read anyway" 
And you say "love was made like a ship at bay never to see waves"
We should probably get used to it, but we don't

Now I see it...

She's got her hands in her pockets and she's walking around 
She's got a face made for smiling but she's making a frown 
She says, "all you ever talk about is letting us down 
If you ever see me dying, just put me in the ground" 

Instrumental masterpiece.

Russian Circles - Geneva

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This song is too cool for lyrics.

From my womb to my tomb I guess I'll always be a child

Devendra Banhart - I feel just like a child

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I feel just like a child
Well I feel just like a child
I feel just like a child
I feel just like a child
From my womb to my tomb
I guess I'll always be a child
Some people try and treat me like a man
Yeah some people try and treat me like a man
I just they just don't understand
Well some people try and treat me like a man
They think I know shit
But that's just it
I'm a child
Yeah I need you to tell me what to wear
I need you to help and comb my hair
Yeah I need you to come and tie my shoes
Yeah I need you to come and keep me amused
From my cave to my grave
I guess I'll always be a child
I need you to help me reach the door
And I need you to walk me to the store
And I need you to please explain the war
And I need you to heal me when I'm sore
You can tell by my smile
That I'm a child
And I need you to sit me on your lap
And I need you to make me take my nap
Could you first pull out a book and
Read me some of that
Cause I need you to make me take my nap
And I need you to recognize my friends
Cause they're there even though
You don't see them
They got their own chair, plate, and a seat
You know I won't touch my food
Unless they eat
From the roof to the floor
I crawl around some more
I'm a child
And I need you to help me blow my nose
And I need you to help me count my toes
And I need you to help me put on my clothes
And I need you to hide it when it shows
From be my daddy's sperm
To being packed in an urn
I'm a child
And when I steal you gotta
Slap me til I cry
Don't you stop til the tears run dry
See I was born thinking under the sky
I didn't belong to a couple of old wise guys
From sucking on my mama's breast
To when they lay my soul to rest
I'm a child
Well I guess I'm always be
A little child