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Ghost House (EP Version)
03:36
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pines and prairie grass
pregnant with the long past.
never going back to that house.
but it's in me, and it's never coming out.
i know my bible
well enough to know the score:
ain't got no home
in this world anymore.
dreamt of our neighborhood.
all the roads we never took.
drawer of old cassettes
keyboard demo arabesque
i know my bible,
genesis three twenty-four:
ain't got no home
in this world anymore.
swimming pool i nearly drowned.
father's hands, i'm safe and sound.
got stuck on something so dumb
i can't explain to anyone.
i hope it's safe somewhere
hidden in your tender care.
i know my bible,
revelation twenty-two four:
ain't got no home
in this world anymore.
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Need Help
03:28
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fetal position in my favorite chair,
feeling unwell but as yet unaware.
sledding down the back stairs just to pass the time.
oh, what earthly happiness was mine.
it's years before i'll say it for myself
but i need help.
i need help.
christmas eve, the same old altar call
never made much difference after all.
backseat, engine-warm, i'm heavy bored,
crushed beneath the spirit of the Lord.
i'm sick to death of living for myself
but i need help.
i need help.
dark pines
hide the horizon line.
they shadow my eyes;
oh, but they're friends of mine.
made believe i saw you in the dark.
made believe my soul had felt a spark.
still eat and drink what doesn't satisfy.
still wonder, did the old me really die?
i'm stuck inside a myth i made myself
and i need help.
i need help,
help.
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Aquarium Blues
03:05
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i can hear my mother yelling on the telephone.
i can hear my mother yelling on the telephone.
i can't tell what she's yelling though.
i lie down with my head next to the aquarium.
i lie on the black sofa, head next to the aquarium,
let it fill up with the burble and hum.
i remember you on christmas morning, some obscure CD in your hand.
i can still see you in your socked feet, CD in your hand.
you were all i wanted to be;
now i need a new plan.
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Shadow Temple Blues
03:11
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childhood stopped up, stony,
but i was still a child.
the idol finished speaking.
my heart grew black and wild.
the dark pines
still hem in the house
but they can no longer
keep the darker things out.
legend of zelda:
full-body shivers of recognition
at the roiling fanfare,
at our hero's face, the hunted expression —
the demon king
with his searching eyes
searches us out,
and now we're marked for life.
and will we ever see another holiday?
will we ever see another holiday?
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If I Make My Bed in Hell
02:39
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god of my childhood:
your praises were on my tongue
before i could tell bad from good.
you marked with a sign that only you could read.
you saved my life before i knew there was a need.
church on sunday
like pulling teeth,
small painful concession to all you've done for me.
i feel your spirit over me in the branches.
and i've never been one to take any chances.
when you're happy
i feel your delight
and when you're not
i'm drowned beneath your waves.
you hold your hand out,
but i can't tell left from right;
is it to damn me,
or to save?
am i the favored son,
or the hated?
will i be beloved
or berated?
how can i say?
i need you either way.
i need you either way
either way
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6. |
A Song of Zion
02:53
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in the end what's the difference
between a memory and a dream?
it's all as good as fiction
to anyone but you and me.
i went back there recently.
the house we knew is gone.
i mean, there's a house there, but
i'm the one who can't move on.
sing me a song of zion.
you formed me out of dust and wind,
put a star inside my chest.
i'm sorry that i let you down
but i'm ready for the rest.
sing me a song of zion.
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Harrison Lemke Austin, Texas
tape-hiss symphonies to God
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