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The Tower
04:27
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you find your tribe in the highest mountain
the avalanches buried under the sea
you find your story happen just as you wrote it.
down to the details of your wildest dreams
and all the nails of this material coffin
turn into feathers on a talking bird
your soul is lifted to another dimension
hang in there baby, this might hurt...
Chorus:
cause the Tower is close
you are wiser than you know
you have walked into the Void of the darkest
night of the soul, and you are gold
the souls around you carry a lamplight
gather together when it looks like rain
and everyone knows that the big one is comin'
and everyone knows you gotta hop that train
and take a lesson from the Buddha sippin' wine
and take a lesson from the rollin' plains
let the stars read you their novel
learn to meditate when you're in pain
Chorus:
cause the Tower is close
you are wiser than you know
you have walked into the Void of the darkest
night of the soul, and you are gold
In these empty streets, remember
there is a Rose that grows up through the concrete
and the spell of these urban gypsies
who write their own ways back home...
You gotta Write Your Own Way you gotta
Write Your Own Way you gotta
Write Your Own Way back home
Chorus:
cause the Tower is close
you are wiser than you know
you have walked into the Void of the darkest
night of the soul, and you are gold
(repeat and CHANT if you're at a live show!)
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2. |
Angel of the Odd
03:11
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Angel song bewinged, bedight in veils, and drowned in tears
Come and take your seat to see a play of hopes and fears
Mimes in form of God on high, mere puppets come and go
Shifting formless scenery across the endless woe
See amid the mimic rout, a crawling shape intrude!
Blood-red thing that stalks from out the scenic solitude
Writhing form, with mortal pangs, the mimes become its food
Seraphs sob at vermin fangs in human gore imbued
Evil things in robes of sorrow take the high estate
Mourn! for never morrow dawn upon the desolate!
Like a ghastly river flowing through the pale door
Hideous! the rushing throng that laugh--but smile no more
Visions of the darkest night, my screams are joy departed
Waking dreams of life and light hath left me broken-hearted
What is not a dream by day to him whose eyes are cast
On things all around him with a ray upon the past?
Palpitating winds help lilies cool their fragrant tops
Tears descend in gems from off their stems and down in drops
Murmuring uneasily, the misty flowers wave
Weeping uncontrollably above my empty grave
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Daedalus
03:11
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Who is god beneath the ground?
The Labyrinth or its Maker?
Who secures the Monsters now
that Daedalus has flown away?
Oh, Inventor, give me wings,
to fly beyond the sun
Some are satisfied down here
But I want to fly, not run
Call Apollo, tell him to send
Word to the Stars
leave behind this frightened land
Tell a story that is ours
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4. |
Dead Kitty Snaps
04:12
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