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(I've been waiting
for the start
of the end)
And there once was a time when
I said it would all be fine, and
it turned out that I was lying
to you.
We went into darkened places
spat upon all of their faces
got put back into our place,
it's true.
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Moonchild
02:58
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Lay on me
A hex or a charm.
I want the good part,
The good part, baby.
Drain me of my blood
While it's still warm.
I got a good heart,
A good heart baby.
Incantations that
I know you know,
Recite the good parts,
The good parts, baby.
Branded with your iron
and I'm ready to go.
Make it a good start,
A good start, baby.
Your face
Under this moon phase
Kills me,
Always.
I travel back
to that sacred ground again.
Always.
Take me back
to where I can taste your sin.
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So, you tell me that it's
never gonna be the same?
And that I'll be the
one to blame?
Well, I think you're crazy.
This is the last time
we'll ever smoke.
And, here I thought that
we were fuckin' bros.
Guess we're too lazy.
I had this idea
that an Alpha Man
would show up in town
with all his friends.
If he decides to come around,
I'll face me.
Til then I'll wait,
wasting my time
in shitty bars
with shitty lines.
Everyone around me's always
wasted.
And now, the sun is setting
on a decade I'm regrettin'.
Hateful words I'm not forgettin'
you're slingin'
Headshots in the kitchen.
I feel some comfort thinking, maybe
No one thinks about me lately.
It helps sedate me.
Stable thoughts out of a plastic maze,
recent days under a orange haze,
that's my life lately.
I welcome the warmth
that comes with age
feasting' on the
deep-seated rage.
I don't really think that I still hate me.
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The End, part II
02:11
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(I've been waiting,
for the start,
of the end)
Faces melting, golden hour
shadows form, horizons flower.
I've been truthful, more or less
not so different from the rest.
We could sit and talk it out
but what's the point? Who cares now?
(Waiting for the start
of the end)
I dreamt the end would be
a bigger feat
than just you and me
standing in the street.
The siren song cuts through
the summer heat
as a searing breeze
brings eternity.
Standing stoned next to
a burning sea
while the mystics read
sacred geometries.
The End arrives
without a symphony
just epiphanies
queue the final screams.
(I've been waiting
I've been waiting
for the end)
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5. |
Yer Old Dog
02:32
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Wish I could be just like
yer old dog
you could take me out now
Guess I got nothing on
yer old dog
just put me down
You're cleaning up after
yer old dog
leave me the mess now
You get undressed next to
yer old dog
but not me.
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Now baby,
I may not know my right from wrong.
but when I come home
all you do is pet the dog
Does he lick you
better than I can
While you're sleeping on the
floor tonight
wishin'
I was man's best friend
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6. |
Sleep for Days
02:50
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The grey matter
inside my mind
seeks broken patterns
all the time
if the sun refused to rise
under darkened skies
I'll sleep for days.
The only constant here
is change
I commit to
stay the same.
Like a crest
I'll bear your pain
to my grave
where I'll sleep for days.
Burden you with apathy,
please don't blame me
I'm just lazy
waking hours
getting hazy
let me go and
sleep for days.
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Wick Stephens Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Wick Stephens is cousins Austin & James Kelly supported by a veritable gallery of rogues.
The Vibe - Psychedelic East Coast Cowboys
The Mission - Literally to just make something
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