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The Quelle Source (Acoustic)

by The Quelle Source

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I alone Bring forth the weigh of the drums A cosmic split Put your head somewhere else Put your head somewhere else Put your head somewhere else I wait for the boredom though I can’t afford it I walk ‘round in circles and come home frustrated My arguments weak and it’s buried in substance Abuse at the hands of The Firefight Crew But the quickly eroding soapbox collapses The Satellite Rapiers are flown at full mast The Mechanic he stands, gasoline on his hands saying “I can’t rev up what’s already been worn down.” A tattoed dream of a forgotten ghost It sits on my brain on its own private stoop and One day I’ll believe everything that I say but I’m holding my breath and I’m counting the days to put My head somewhere else Another private hell For now it’s what I know So baby I’m coming home
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The signal-less drivers are so content with their named napkins and their stolen paper bag hearts They tie their hands behind their back That's the name for them: The Painters of the Green Trees But I'll sit in the glare of the sun, drunk Burying the bones my grandfather took And everytime I don't give birth I put my head out the window 'Cause that's another day that he's alive and another day that I don't have to die And you're right You're so right God forbid an empty chair But even if you hollowed out the backseats of the broken cars there's still room enough for me on the floor So I'll sit in the glare of the sun, drunk Burying the bones my grandfather took And everytime I don't give birth I put my head out the window 'Cause that's another day that he's alive and another day that I don't have to die
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I salute the phantom members and the waterfalls they’ve left in their wake But the growing number is getting hard to take You’re all that I see and that’s not the best thing for me So I’m taking off my glasses and writing down the names of the afflicted But the constant bombardment is too damn much to keep up with So I’m joining the ranks And seeing it all in degrading glory ‘Cause this is what happens when you see what you’re not supposed to see And this is what happens when you see what you’re not supposed to see

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The Quelle Source played a full-band acoustic show at North Star Bar on April 8, 2013.

In preparation for this special show, we rolled out a collection of our favorite live acoustic Quelle Source tracks.

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released April 1, 2013

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