1. |
The Law
03:44
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I once believed
A lie so sweet
No boot stamping down no
Clique of deceit
But now I find
I get sick
When I try
To leave an injustice
Behind
Oh like a child
Like a dog
In a rut
Oh and the fences that guard you
At times so keep you stuck
Ain’t no nice way
To live below the law
When the law’s in
The wrong
Like the toad
Left alone
Like a roach
Oh no like a thief in the night
My fears not the unknown
And there are kind things
That I could say to you
Aw but you’ve earned
The truth
You’re a wreck
At your best
You’re a wretch
Oh and I can’t find
The depths of apathy
Needed to forget
No no no
Not a Happy Traum (Daryll-Ann 1999)
But when I think about justice
I don’t think about the law
Don’t believe the law
Is above dishonesty
Nor is it below
Someone like
Me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
On the subject of the law
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2. |
The Toad
03:43
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Oh
The toad
He knows
That he’s not alone
But how
Could he
Ever tell
All the things he’s felt?
The pain? And the rage and the blood and the pus in his hell and the worms, and decay, all the things he’d like to say but how could
Frog
Understand
The worst,
When he hasn’t got any warts
Upon the farce
That the toad won’t refer to as skin?
And the witch was one of frogs friends
As a means to an ends
But the toad can’t forgive
Even though in the end
They’re the same
He wants someone he loves to bear the weight and the hate of the blame
…
Well there’s a lot to do and a lot to plan if magic transformed their body once it can do it again
Oh he will learn the ways of the dark arts now and with jinxes and hexes he’ll bring the witch tumbling down
Awhoooooo
Turned to a toad by a curse under the light of the moon
Trusted the law but the law has failed him too
Do doo doo de doo de doo de da doo doo…
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3. |
The Lonely
05:07
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The Lonely
Gone is the romantic ideal
Of the lonely cowboy on the western frontier
Those heroes lost their stage
When the Wild West
Was westerly claimed
(Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum)
And what remains
(Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum)
Is just empty plains
No more rodeo stars
Just a mechanical bull in
The back of the bar
No lone rangers alive
And if there were there’d be no cattle
To drive
(Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum)
And the solitary life
(Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum)
Is now so despised
We claim to be free
But if no man is an island
He’s just another drop in the sea
A whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh
Wow wow
It’s not just the death of the west
As the lonely cowboy’s sun
Begins to set
There’s more than the flute in the pond
To this
Transcendentalism
That has since been lost
Buh Badda ba
Bah bah da
Bah badda ba ba
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Why do I hold on such esteem,
An antiquated time I’ve
Never seen?
Maybe it’s me
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Oooooooh
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Oooooooh
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
Ooooooooh
Bah ba badda ba
Ba ba bah da
Bah ba badda ba ba
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4. |
The Frog
03:12
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(Clears throat)
I can see
That you’re stuck here waiting
But I believe
It’s the fates you’re fighting
I could leave and you’d be
All alone
Oh I’m not
In league with the foe
I’m a pragmatic man
With the sense to eschew
I won’t lie
I don’t want to die
For you
I can see
That you’re stuck here waiting
But I believe
It’s the fates you’re fighting
I could leave and you’d be
All alone
Oh no
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5. |
The Orator
03:41
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The harder I grip the further I slide
Been days and days since I’ve felt alive
And despite all your
Reassuring words
Somehow I just end up
Feeling worse
I have tried
To speak my mind
Don’t need affirmation I know that
Everything’s all right in my
Sense of duty in my
Foolish pride
Been weeks and weeks since I realized
I don’t know
Why I try
Been years and years
Aw hell it’s been my life
It’s been ages and ages
It’s been since the dawn of time
This cycle repeating
Upheld by the hands such as mine
It’s my fear
We’ll both be stuck here
And if I’m in the wrong then tell me
What’s real?
Has it been real?
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6. |
The Witch
01:24
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I lost my mind
In a monsoon
I wrote this song
In the bathroom
Oh I
Can’t find a way
Around you
I guess this curse’ll have to do
I saw a light
In your eyes
And it made me mad
Because I hadn’t felt that way in such a long time
Why
Can’t I decide
If there’s an end to my designs
Why you make me wanna make you wanna die
Well the ink is dry and I’m almost out of time
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7. |
The Brick
02:49
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Oh it’s real tough being a brick
Sticking your neck out when you’ve got no neck
Forever waiting all night, long.
And you can say it’s not enough
The rough and tumble is so much worse
But if I broken stone’s so wrong
I’ll be gone
Oooooooooohhhh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
And I can see
Why you feel disowned
But a brick without
Mortar is not a
Home
So why don’t you tell me now
This thing that I’m missing out on
And assails you more than death
And I’ll be your baribar
A shoulder and a punching bag
And hear what you’ve got left
But I won’t hold my breath
Oooooooooohhhh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
And I can see
Why you’re without hope
But a brick without
Mortar is not a
Home
No
Oh a brick without mortar is not a home
No
This brick without mortar is certainly not a home
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8. |
The Plant
01:26
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And there's a place that I'd call home
And there's an ocean, filled with little ghosts
And my mind is full
of ways to save individual souls
but not a way to save them all
And there's a beauty in decay
and though the cells may die
the components inside will someday be rearranged
into something I've grown to like
it makes me wonder the point of life
And the hand of fate ain't fair
You took a chance and dreamed but you weren't prepared
for the very slight chance you might receive a nightmare
don't go
back to the ocean you don't belong
and I won't be
the only one who will miss you while you're
gone
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9. |
The Plan
01:10
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Hey
Don't you know
You can't help that
ocean filled with ghosts
And hey
Hear this too
it doesn't matter now
anything you do
Everything you've planted will wither and die
well tell me then now, what's the point of life?
All your best laid plans
are ripped up at the stem
paper or plastic is doesn't matter you'll never bag a win
look down from the sky
and answer me aw, what's the point of life?
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10. |
The Hand
06:39
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I
am just a plant
but I've got a plan
I'll tear this
rotting world apart
with my
hand I have
In place of a leaf
I'll pass
the trials in front of me
I'll grow
and decompose
the bodies
of my enemies
their deaths
won't be in vain
I'll stick my roots inside their brains
and I'll steal
the knowledge and skills
they had gained
oooooh
and with each win
I'll pull their muscles inside my stems
and I'll learn to absorb
the power that lies within
the human
soul
pick up the ocean
drink it whole
I'm gonna win this
And I'll
use this new strength of mine
and I'll
photosynthesize space time
and I'll
hop between the timelines
and my whole life
will be a conquest of
Reality
will fall to me
like withered leaves
Ooohhhhhhh
what a plant with a plan and a hand
can
achieve
I'm everything
But one thought
still remains
What
if
The toad was right?
What if the orator lied?
What if the law
for all the due process we saw
was on the wrong side?
And the frog warn't at fault
Cus there's been no justice at all
What if the crimes
against the brick and the lonely
could still be solved?
Well if I want to
Call myself a god
I gotta fix this
So now I know
I've made up my mind
I'll match
the path in my mind's eye
I'll grow something
ahhhoooo
so divine
from this body of mine
a new big bang
with no wars or violence
but everything else the same
I swear I can find it
well I'll
hand place every atom of carbon
and with trial and error and time
I'll eventually solve it
I
am just a plant
but I've got a plan
and so I'll ask the witch to turn one of my leaves into a hand
but she says fate is harm
and slowly extends her arm
and crushes me
beneath
her
palm
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11. |
The PlantPlanHand
09:14
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Mitchell Mazzoni Atlanta, Georgia
I like rock and roll and I swear to goobless that someday I'll be good at it
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