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Stars
04:44
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People of the Earth I have a story I would really love to tell,
Before I crash this ship into your sun,
and blow you all to hell.
When I was just a boy I used to dream about,
Your lonely yellow star,
and listen to your ancient radios, their music blazin' from afar
But how did I grow up to find,
my finger on the trigger of a gun?
Aimed at the cradle of my dreams?
I could always run,
but someone else would come,
and they would never know just what it means.
So you and me, we'll all become a star,
You and me, we're all becoming stars,
and somebody someday,
a million years away,
will dream of us much better than we are.
Well on my world we ain't got words for anger,
and damn sure none for love.
It crystallized the moment,
when I went and shed another creature's blood.
They sent me to an asteroid,
to mine it all,
and then when I was done.
They locked me in this capsule and they sent me here,
to end what I'd begun
And that's how I grew up to find my finger,
on the trigger of a gun,
aimed at the cradle of my dreams.
I could always run, but someone else would come,
and they would never know just what it means.
Now you and me, we'll all become a star,
You and me, we're all becoming stars,
and somebody someday,
a million years away,
will dream of us much better than we are.
It's sad to think the flames we light,
they're never who we are,
but you and me,
we'll all become,
a star
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2. |
My Magnetic Shoes
06:21
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I didn't come in here,
looking for news,
I just came back in search of my magnetic shoes,
'cause I'm workin' in the vacuum today.
I didn't see on the holo at 9,
That they'd finally ruputured the fabric of time,
but you told me anyway.
I didn't notice,
It's just hard to care,
When you're already late,
and the foreman is there,
and you know he'll dock your pay.
Then everything changed,
Took aim at the sky,
And we all became,
Flint scrap-shards of life.
and Time holds the sinew,
That bends back the bow,
and still nobody knows,
where the arrow goes.
Walked out of my house,
in the middle of town.
Saw a crowd there of people,
stumblin' around.
They were knee-buckle falling, weeping, and crying aloud.
Then I looked up,
to the inky black sky,
and a sickening ripple there,
tore at my eye,
like a rip in a holy shroud.
Then for a moment,
the world went bright
and I felt the caress of a tendril of light.
Its voice had a trembling sound.
It said "what have you done?
Took aim at the sky,
now we've all become,
flint scrap-shards of life."
and Time holds the sinew,
That bends back the bow,
and still nobody knows,
where the arrow goes.
When I woke up I had nothing in mind,
and I looked all around,
there was nothing to find,
'cause emptiness ain't something you can see.
Then I imagined a scene that I'd seen,
in an old picture postcard that looked like a dream,
and the wind shook the cyprus trees.
When one thing's beginning, another thing ends,
and Sometimes when you're lonely,
you have to make friends,
so I made, mine, just, like,
me.
Told them "when we're all done,
we'll aim at the sky,
then we'll all become,
flint scrap-shards of life.
And Love is the sinew,
that bends back the bow,
yet still nobody knows,
still nobody knows,
tell me if you know,
where the arrow goes.
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3. |
Los Vampiros Lesbos II
05:30
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4. |
Only Wind Up Dead
06:11
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5. |
Underworld
04:31
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6. |
Supernova
03:44
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7. |
Newton's First
04:15
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8. |
Asteroid Dance
03:08
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10. |
None of it
04:27
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E.W. Harris Brooklyn, New York
Born in the Rust Belt and raised in the South, E.W. Harris is what he terms "a dystopian romantic." Known in the Brooklyn folk and electronic scenes for his strong vocals, unconventional songwriting, and infectious laugh, Harris has become a staple in the Big City Folk Collective, and in many venues both at home and abroad. ... more
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