1. |
Kim Mitchell [DEMO]
04:50
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For once, you had to be the fast one
Defied and Denied in equal fashion
And all the anger subsides
As all the angels take sides
And so you had to have the last ditch
Upon this ship bewitched and commandeered
The gray fallout of our lives.
My heart. My heart. In twine.
You bound my heart in twine.
Our hearts entwined.
And all the anger subsides.
Our hearts entwined.
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2. |
99 Names For God [DEMO]
06:22
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How long will be it be till will finish up and cleanse us of these stains?
And how long will it be till will gather up and burn all the remains?
And how long will we live with imaginary purpose?
And how long will we live to blindly worship?
Speaking 99 Names for God
And how long will it be till we rub and clap the dirt off from our hands?
And how long will it be till we finish filling all of these demands?
And how long will it be until everything is perfect?
And how long will it be until everything is worthless?
Speaking 99 Names for God.
Names for God
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3. |
Secret
04:42
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Hey there, where’re you going?
You walked it off.
But we need this conflict resolved
You were a part of it all
You were a part of this all
The setting sun
Those week-end tears shed by everyone
That fall as rain, that fall with a thud
Collected in puddles
Can’t see my reflection at all
You were a part of it all
We need this conflict resolved
This was the start of it all
This was the start of it
I don’t know,
I don’t know how to take this
Impatience.
I don’t know,
I don’t know how to take this
That fragrance
God must have been mistaken
I don’t know how to take this.
God must have been mistaken
For forty days, or forty years
The floods raged
And the earth disappeared
A Rainbow
But where’s it going?
The colours are off
We’ve always had mixed results
We need this conflict resolved
You were a part of it all
The setting sun
The animals can’t see their reflections at all.
You were a part of this all
We need this conflict resolved
This was the start of it all
This was the start of it.
I don’t know,
I don’t know how to take this
Impatience
I don't know
I don’t know how to take this
That fragrance
God must have been mistaken
I don’t know how to take this
God must have been mistaken
Oh, the setting sun
Some eighty years lived by everyone
That fall as rain, or fall with a thud
Collected in puddles
Can’t see my reflection at all.
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Once in the back of a Tiburon
I had a deathbed conversion
The nurse forgot to turn the defibrillator on
And my soul it slipped out of the convertible
And out into the night
Past the turnpike
Down the mountain side
And in my somber slumber
I threw this life away.
Once in the Amazon
I was riding on the back of a Tiburon
I had forgot to turn my oxygenator on
So I had a deathbed conversion
I saw my life flicker-flash in a running back freeze-frame.
I tried to isolate the errors in a double-time reply.
I cried when I heard caesuras of my overture remade
I knew this all would end some day.
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5. |
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Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Believe it’s getting, getting old
But let’s hope that no one can tell
She’s blaming him for every
Everything since the first day they fell.
She’s hating him for everything
And she’ll forgive
when it’s a cold day in hell
And it’s getting colder
That was then and this is now
Is what he told her.
Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Believe it’s getting, getting old
But let’s hope that no one can tell
It’s raining confetti, yet he
Won’t celebrate with the new year’s bell
She’s hating him for every
Everything and she’ll forgive
when it’s a cold day in hell
And ah, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
Ah-ha, now maybe you’ll understand when you get older
That’s what he told her.
That was then and this is now
but it’s not over.
What have you got to say?
What have you got to do?
We’re getting older
Don’t say I told you so
What have you got to say?
What have you got to do?
We’re getting older
This feels colder so
The world is water
We are 80% water.
It’s what tears are made of
And there’s nothing left to talk about
What have you got to say?
What have you got to do?
We’re getting older
And time is bolder so…
Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Breathe, ready, steady, go
It’s a cold day in hell.
Ah, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
Ah-ha, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
That’s what she told him.
That was then and this is now
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7. |
Ambiance [DEMO]
06:59
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Well, what do you know today?
I’ve been telling you that everything works.
Well, what do you know today?
I’ve been telling you everything’s reversed.
Well what do you know today?
I’ve been telling you that everything hurts.
Well what do you know today?
I’ve been telling you that everything’s worse.
Right as Rain.
It’s an element of strain
Blow Kiss, Lip Gloss
Well what do you know today?
I’ve been telling you everything’s insured.
Well what do you know today?
I’ve been telling you everything’s injured.
Hey bartender
There’s an olive thrown in my drink
And a yellow parasol that I never ordered
It’s so chaotic
Then they take your bill away,
With a platinum credit card
half-finished dessert.
The ambiance is
Scattered all around the place
Like a deck of cards
In a cellophane purse
Lollipops are now
Scattered all amongst the plates
Silverware on the carpet
Near a signature skirt
The ambiance is
Flattering enough to stay
yet you pull up the car…
We are done now taking orders
Yet we can’t escape the ambiance
We are done now taking orders
We are through invading borders
We are misbegotten soldiers
We are done now taking orders
Yet we can’t escape the ambiance
Is this what you had in mind?
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8. |
Entitled [DEMO]
04:45
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Once I was a child
But now I am a man who’s reliving
All his past denials and those
That have crept into this, my present time.
And clawed there way back into
This decrepit mind that reads like a
a rolodex of false charity
I think we’re entitled to more than a blindfolded mercy
Think we’re entitled to more than a lie.
Once I walked a mile
In someone else’s life unforgiving
Those that were beguiled by elegance
in the soliciting.
I think we’re entitled to more than a blindfolded jury
Think we’re entitled to more than a lie.
I need to believe
Believe we’re entitled to more than what we perceive
I think I’m entitled to more than a blindfolded jury
I think I’m entitled to more than a rifle’s mercy
Believe I’m entitled to more than a lie
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9. |
Newton's Chair
05:39
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And you just might like it.
(apple a day, apple a day, apple a day)
And you just might need it.
(apple a day, apple a day, apple a day)
So if you lose it,
(apple a day, apple a day, apple a day)
You’d best retrieve it.
(apple a day, apple a day, apple a day)
Not cosmetic.
So you won’t regret it.
So if you leave it,
You’d best retrieve it.
NEWTON’S CHAIR!
[why do I want this anyway?]
And you just might feel it!
So you better well mean it!
It’s the real McCoy.
You’d best believe it.
NEWTON’S CHAIR.
Hey, come away,
start the day
if I’m awake before seven.
Oh, then we’ll go
celebrate like we are
little children.
Hey, congregate,
come of age
sitting safely in
Newton’s Chair.
It’s hard to see
with the sun in my eyes.
It’s hard to believe
we’ve become this narrow.
It’s hard to see where
I have shot my arrow.
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10. |
Overtime [DEMO]
05:26
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How do you work this?
How do you work this out?
No one can stop this
No one can stop this now
How do you do it?
How do you set things right?
How do you sleep here?
How do you sleep at night?
You’re crushed by the weight of the sun
All its awesome power
You’re crushed by the weight on your lungs
you deflate and cower
You’re crushed by the weight of your heart
Its meteor showers
You’re crushed by the weight of your harp
You’re crushed by, you’re crushed by
How do you work this?
How do you work this out?
How do you stop this?
How do you stop this now?
How do you take this back?
How do you set things right?
How dare that you creep here
How dare that you weep here
How do you sleep at night?
You’re crushed by the weight of the sun
All its awesome power
You’re crushed by the weight of your lungs
So prouder and prouder
You’re crushed by the weight of your heart
Its meteor showers
You’re crushed by the weight of your harp
You’re crushed by, you’re crushed by
How do you do it?
How do set things right?
How do you do it?
How do you sleep at night?
You’re crushed by the weight of the sun
You fold and you cower
You’re crushed by the weight of your heart
The meteor showers
You’re crushed by the weight on your lungs
Filling up with cowards
You’re crushed by the weight of your harp
You’re crushed by, you’re crushed by
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11. |
Birthmark [DEMO]
06:50
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The sun, it took a long, long time to set today.
Just like a man who’s approaching death
His feet swaying below his neck.
Eyes already rolled inside his head
He sees the entrance
He sees the entrance.
Yesterday, in a previous state of arrest
He was the sun’s first guest.
Now, isn’t that a son-of a bitch.
I say, life’s a dirty trick
But now he feels elated
He feels elated.
I was reading out behind the barn
It was a story by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The day is already approaching dark
And I still have a ways to walk
So I know I won’t finish
But I’m too proud to give in
We were playing behind grandma’s store
When we heard the thunder roar and roar.
You said you “had to piss like a race horse.”
You said a pumpkin was nothing more
Than a house rats live in.
Than a house rats live in.
We worked so hard, we worked so hard
to maintain this level of comfort.
We work so hard to raise our heads
In this public that sees they’re encumbered
And it’s so wrong that this home of ours
Is pregnant with fear, and asunder
And I’d stay and fight, yes I would
but I find that we are outnumbered.
Outnumbered.
I used to want to be a Sorcerer
I walked around a church three times backwards
Repeated all the funny and fancy words.
Drank a homemade elixer
Inebriated
Inebriated
You found me asleep in the graveyard
You shook me awake using both your arms
Your look told exactly from where you stood
I said “I’d never leave this place, if I could”
You said, “pardon?”
You said, “pardon?”
We worked so hard, we worked so hard
At burning all the remains.
Every table, every fable
And now we begin again.
It’s this birthmark, it’s this birthmark
Well, I used to think it a stain.
Now I’m able and I’m thankful
As I see it outshines the plain;
It’s in the right place.
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12. |
The World Is Flat
05:25
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Oh, I said "the world is flat!"
And the committee gasped,
And the King, well he rasped
"How do you know?"
"I took the Queen on a chance,
and we had a tap dance off
the edge of it." (That's how)
Then the King had a laugh
Accused me of a madness
An uncommon sadness
To which I was hurled:
"Take a look at this map.
Do you notice the gaps?
Well I say, what's between them?"
That's no man's land
That's where the dragons attack
You oughta know.
That's no man's land, Hey
I hear the dragons are black
And indigo.
What's between them?
Let's keep this just between us
The wind at our backs
We filled up our flasks
And didn't mind all the rats
We were but stargazers
No where is home
Except what can be known
And that's what can be found
We set sail at dawn
We sailed across the pond
And had an uncommon bond
of which all were amazed
Look through the scope
A little mound of hope
And that's what we are!
Just past this no man's land
That's where the dragons attack
You oughta know.
That's no man's land
I hear the dragon are black
And indigo.
Then a big wave, came and crashed down
And it swept us off the course
Just a big wave, with our mast down
And it swept us off the course
Off to shore! Then a big wave!
Came and crashed down!
And it swept us off to shore!
What's between them?
Let's keep this just between us
That's no man's land.
The world is flat.
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13. |
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[Working Lyrics]
Inside my dear
It’s warmer than sea water
Preside my dear
Over legions of defrauders
Imbibe my dear
On luscious free lager
Revive my dear
With all our dreams realized
Yet all we have is denied
Divide
Divide
Decide
Decide!
Decide!
Confide my dear
It’s warmer than sweet water
Provide/survive my dear
For….
Reside my dear
On luscious
Disguise my dear
With all our thoughts denied
Denied!
Decide!
Decide!
Decide!
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14. |
Say Goodnight [DEMO]
03:47
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Night is dark
The dark has teeth
Angels play harps
While devils weep
ahhh, we say goodnight
The dark is art
The sun is whole
Trees are art
Soup served in a bowl
ahhh, we say goodnight
The sky is dark
The sun is old
Life is hard
Or so I’ve been told.
Who is this man?
And where is he going
Carrying a big lamp to light his way
Through the darkest caverns
and tightest corridors
With thoughts too bold
If we work too hard
will there be anything
for tomorrow?
Say goodnight
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Owenshire was born when Robert Muhlbock bought a bass guitar in 1992 and began recording dozens of bass and vocal demos
under that name.
Two albums, numerous "live demos," one too-long hiatus and (most importantly) one bass distortion pedal later, Muhlbock continues to release riff-based alt. rock, scattered with lush harmonies and dotted with cryptic and/or disillusioned lyrics.
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