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Lunar Module
05:41
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Force-fed watershed, leave it all behind
Holding tight to the rails
Damned white knuckles
Prise them off the mountainside and turn your palms to the sky
Admission's free to this ride
Call it rhythm, fortune or circumstance
But this vista stretches for miles
One full spectrum, more colour than personality
And two small leaps for mankind
Admission's free to this ride
These entry fees cannot compete with sterling silver stadium seats
They're drinking in the brightest light
From deep within this murky well
We're breathing in the open air
Two strides at a time
My face lit up like a child
I climbed all over this ride
Stole all the lights I could find
It was two small leaps for mankind
Admission's free to this ride
To hell with one of a kind
We're two small leaps for mankind
Two small leaps for mankind
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Partial Glowing
02:50
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Seeking leave, sir, to lick my wounds dry?
A place in the shade, sir, to lick my wounds dry?
You've no cause to fear that I'll fly
Sow the seeds now and let the truth die
Step on the wrong stone and let the truth die
Until now I never dared try
I'll try
Cracking the whip while we drink the keg dry
One man down while we drink the keg dry
Half a world away from home he'll die
Three years gone since I even asked why
Blood on my hands, never even asked why
Leave this soul for the savages
Tonight he'll die
Drag up a fire as the temperature dies
One more night of escaping mankind
Then the knock-down summer rains arrive
Follow the creek back to where my bones lie
Mark in stone where my skeleton lies
Leave that wretched colony, and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Swollen rivers swallow all kinds
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Pax #1
00:20
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5. |
Vice'd
04:21
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Light my way home
My boots are worn through and I'm soaked to the bone with snow
O, how the tables turn
So lady, light my way home
My boots are worn through and I'm soaked to the bone with snow
Drag me through town in the stillness of night
In the wet winter streets I'll drown
You gave me your hand and the keys to your treasure
What my frostbitten fingers stole from you
These hands that you trusted just fed seven vices
And a mild psychosis
Instead of golden sun
So lady, light my way home
My boots are worn through and I'm soaked to the bone with snow
Drag me through town in the stillness of night
In the wet winter streets I'll drown
Help me get home
There's no holes left to hide and they don't like me drinking alone
These vices have won
My boots are worn through but your sole-mending days are done
O, how the tables turn
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6. |
Speakeasy Death Song
08:42
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7. |
The Contest
03:43
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It all starts with baby steps, sweeping up the mess
Tinsel, pine needles, paper and skin at the base of the chest
Choking on songs not sung, taping the tape
Strung high on a pole at town hall
Raising the roof with the roots and the truth
Or a schooner to sleep through it all
Bring forth seven tables of chances
See all of the cards in my hand
With nothing to hide I invite you to look at me straight in the eye
And this contest is finalised
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So what comes next for those of us who never rest
Who never take a breath?
To journey onward beyond machinery stuck in a side-street factory
Or to the bedroom
Potential war zone, daily confessional
Collect the pay cheque by the scruff of the neck
Tipping the hat to proper man
Obey the curfew
And no more harm can come to me or you tonight
Abandon each other
And no more harm can come to me or you tonight
So wherefore next when the boundaries never end
And problems manifest?
To gesture nicely or send the infantry
Kick down my door and ask me
Sooner or later if breathing easier
We'll skip over the bodies and click our heels together
Obey the curfew
And no more harm can come to me or you tonight
Abandon each other
And no more harm can come to me or you tonight
I've sold out my lover one last time for this final lullaby
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9. |
Pax #2
04:36
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10. |
Morning of Superheroes
04:19
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Why perchance should we forgive them?
Bandits have destroyed our kingdom
Ripples still divide our river
Our small army could have saved her
Had we bridges, had we hearts
Burning arrows struck us sleeping
One dark hour of drawbridge keeping
As this river spies our troubles
Fear flows through her darkest reaches
Dare not question, dare not ask
Dare not question, dare not ask
Rising up to face our brethren
Had we hearts
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Charge Group Australia
a rock band from a southern land, est 2007
"A mastery of craft." The Vine
"Fresh and unapologetically ambitious." Polaroids of Androids
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