1. |
The Country
03:12
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2. |
Illiteracy
02:21
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3. |
Chronos I
03:04
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Chronos II
02:15
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Chronos III
03:35
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6. |
Psycho
01:52
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I can feel the black lights closing in.
They're full of acetone and sin
Cinnamon and spice are nice,
but I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Roses red and skies are blue,
I could lose my mind all night with you.
The fog is creeping in over the hills.
She's calling the shots and popping the pills.
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7. |
Apocalypse
01:14
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I can feel the summer slowly die
Her hair falls out and smells like fire.
Check the lock and say goodnight,
Close the screen door just in time,
I am all revved up to meet my maker.
Check the lock and say goodbye,
Close the screen door just in time,
I am all revved up to meet my maker.
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8. |
Monkey's Paw
02:04
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I wish for love, I wish for gold, I wish for pearls.
I wish for love, I wish for sex, I wish for girls.
Nations of the world, rejoice!
I shall bring you peace.
I will take my monkey's paw,
and make you all believe.
One wish I have one finger left on monkey's paw,
One chance to make my life complete, make me a god.
Nations of the world, rejoice!
All bow down to me.
I will take my monkey's paw,
and make you all believe.
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9. |
Out of Reach
02:11
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We lost the days, we spoke the same.
We couldn't separate our brains.
You cut my hands, you make me bleed.
Into the air and into the trees we bleed.
It's getting harder and harder to reach you.
It's getting harder and harder to please you.
It's getting harder and harder to believe you.
Paid off my debts, said, "goodbye" to sex.
I'll walk down into my grave, I guess.
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10. |
Annalee
02:00
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My lord it's been too long
since we've made love,
Oh my Annalee.
By now you've realized
I can read your eyes
and all your evil deeds.
You've been somebody else
since I've been home.
I can hardly reach you,
Oh my Annalee.
My lord the cuts won't dry
and my eyes burn green,
Oh with jealousy.
You've found somebody else,
I guess I'll move on
until I can hardly see you,
Oh my Annalee.
Your heart is cold,
but I'll keep it warm here
Oh my Annalee.
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John Jacob Harrisonburg, Virginia
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