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Susquehanna.
03:54
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I had to drive,
to my mother's church in the morning.
I had to hide out, by the graves for way too long.
For I wasn't buying,
all the service that some lips gave out.
It was eroded,
all the faith I had in hoping,
I would be used up as the grandest of falloons.
Now I'm prying restoration from holy ground.
Is it the forest,
by the river's mouth?
Is it the ballroom,
where your hair came down?
Is it the rager,
by your cousin's house?
It may be all things,
in the town where we'll tough it out.
Here lies a totem,
of the faith I had in hope.
How 'bout some AI?
here to take away your lungs.
Here to iconize,
here to re-recognize that we're suckered in quick.
Dig up the notion that there's something very needed,
deep in the lipids of the bruise I got at Reid.
Are we our problem?
Are we autonomous?
Heathens sent to keep it.
Is it the forest,
by the river's mouth?
Is it the ballroom,
where your hair came down?
Is it the rager,
by your cousin's house?
It may be all things,
in the town where we'll tough it out.
There's an orchard at the top of the hill,
past the honey and Dave's grave.
I almost caught you,
drifting a mile away on an eel-weir,
where the water's low.
Now, is it often?
Tell me it softly, take all my worship to that Susquehanna teal.
Where Sweet Xtine is sloppin' a boogie,
and I'm in a bent way on I-83.
So give 'em all your rope.
Give 'em all your rope.
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The Hierophant
03:28
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Bolt me up on a tree,
to cauterize the wounds that I went and offered.
Terrified out on a boat, you took my body out...mmm.
Hold me out of the reach of echinacea styles in the summer.
Tell me in the garden down on your knees,
you took my body out. Out.
Almost un-satored.
Are you reading me up or down?
Hierophant, I know you.
Aren't you strong enough to break me?
Almost un-satored.
Are you reading me up or down?
Hierophant, I know you.
Won't you lead me down another path?
Hold me out on a leash.
I put you on my neck to be softer.
Rope me up on a hill, with the cattle running out. Out.
Now, I'm just gonna give it away,
never bother anyone,
and be on at the cafe.
Took down a note,
your tarot reading told me I wasn't awful.
Almost un-satored.
Are you reading me up or down?
Hierophant, I know you.
Aren't you strong enough to break me?
Oh no, un-satored.
Are you reading me up or down?
Hierophant, I know you.
Won't you take me down another path?
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Fancy Dutch
04:02
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All of our things antiquing in Yoe.
Like my brother's wedding rings that hit the floor.
There's a hammer by the fridge,
my greatest granddad traded it in.
Man, he made it with his hands and now it's sat there for thirty-four dollars.
His union suit for sale, hung up, by a book on the Iroquois.
Don't eat yourself full.
Don't eat yourself full.
There's cake back yet.
There's cake back yet.
Don't eat yourself full.
All worn out things, out of the window.
Seems like plastic guns shot us right in the foot.
Now I'm down to medicate.
A dab will do ya in some sunshine.
Man, I hardly feel American.
But I got a paper that says so.
Man, I hardly feel American.
But I got a paper that's telling me, I am.
Hush, I'm a man with the land as an athame.
Fancy Dutch, fall on your knees,
Tellin' nobody nothin' about your home.
Watched it fill with greed on Mason-Dixon lines.
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Cured by a Pow-Wow
03:56
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Hell, till my mind.
Throw my body out, into the water.
Break.
Till up my mind.
Wrestle my body up, give me summer.
Speak, speak up your mind.
Wrestle your body up, out of the darkness.
Break.
Till up your mind.
Tear all the briars out, give me summer.
Hush, bury my mouth.
Carry my daughters out over the mountain,
Ache, for a well-tried plaster.
Still-bind the thieves out in the water.
Take a loss, dead down in the hollow.
I want to bring my dad here, when it's time to disappear.
So, open my friend.
Now.
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