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Day Song 080208
01:19
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The Animal of Choice
06:22
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I’ll be a wolf and you’ll be a bear and we’ll bare our claws, ‘cus that’s our cross to bare. Through the blood that we share, be me wolf and be you bear, we’ll feel each tragedy, sympathetically.
And I think you are my brother, and I will hurt when you hurt. The children that dream of our faces will cry for their mother’s hand. We’ll be the namesake of every band, the namesake of the every band, the namesake of every band.
Wooly and wild, everyone that I meet thinks I’m lovable. It’s quite unbearable. ‘Cus deep in my past is a thirst that at best is perceivable and at worst insatiable.
Maybe the animal of choice is the choice to be the animal.
Do you think those dudes were just born plain horrible? No I don’t think so but then I’ve been wrong before. That hideous strength they dealt, oh so terrible. Yeah I can’t deny the pain is historical. Do you think those dudes were just born plain terrible? No I don’t think so but then I’ve been wrong before. I don’t think so but then I’ve been wrong before. I don’t think so but then I’ve been wrong before.
No, it’s more like we become the beast, the beast, the beast. The wailing and the gnashing of teeth……Ahhhhhhhhhh
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Love With All Your Heart
03:40
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Love with all your heart, but then you say, “oh no, it’s complicated man.” I know it is. Loving with, Loving with, all your heart.
Plant with both your hands and then the sun and soil will do what they do, the seedlings born. Planting with, Planting with, both your hands.
Sing with all your breath and then you know your song may slip into God’s ear, a pleasing sound. Singing with, Singing with, all your breath.
Yeah, from your first birth cry to the rattle of death. From your first birth cry to the rattle of death, the rattle of death.
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The Man of Significance
03:15
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Darkness, Darkness
05:36
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Darkness, Darkness is there anything you’d like to confess to ease your aching conscience? But the words tore like stitches in your flesh, and the thought boiled like bile in your chest. Oh, who would have guessed.
Darkness, Darkness what of all the things you used to profess? Those ancient truths that you undress and laid bare pale and naked for your friends. But modesty closed their eyes and tied their hands. Oh, who will understand.
Darkness, Darkness when the myriad interests coalesce and manifest the radiant countenance, well they’ll brighten the dark corners by themselves. And they’ll comfort all the mourners o’er until. Oh, It has been fulfilled.
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