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