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Sheep (Amidst Wolves)
02:00
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Smite & Pest
02:13
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We had a little fight
But we're all made up now
We passed 'round the plate
So, we're all paid up now
We've all been to church
And we've spoken to God, see?
So, the smite and the pest are all behind me
Yeah
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The first vision asked me to see
The second one wanted me to name everything for some reason
The first was full of animals and birds
Where the second one was a list of words and numbers
Could I subtract one and split the difference?
Or was the unlearning the lesson?
The first vision was big on contrition
The second was keen on compulsion and competition
The second one, the bad one, was made of concrete
And had people in it being mean
And the second took a hold and was a whole lot worse
The second vision contradicted the first
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/i:/ /u;/ /ɑ:/ /eɪ/
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/i:/ /u;/ /ɑ:/ /eɪ/
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/i:/ /u;/ /ɑ:/ /eɪ/
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In that time, plain things were exalted
And the sinners never stopped
All their sins were overlooked and waved through
They had a field day
Feeding on the caught-out meek & mild
I felt for them again
Being backward at coming forward
And staying prone on their knees
Asking question after question
Of course, they got no answers
They need to consult with someone "higher up"
High up in the heavens where you'll wait for a while
And be asked to come on through
The Holy Ghost has all the answers
The Holy Ghost has all the answers
Are you any better for asking?
Are you any better for knowing?
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“Sometimes, it seems to us that we have been praying a long time without so much as a thumbs up or a like. But don’t get despondent” he counselled, “It’s just his way. You’ll get used to it. In fact, you patiently waiting like this is greatly pleasing to Him. Them types that never stop complaining, they just become a distant, boring chorus. We can live without them, right? Just you wait…and wait some more…he will show himself in glory even greater than you can conjure in your hollow head…more vivid than all the visions of Julian or them wild women of long anchoress. The crying and sobbing will stop and those up flights and down pains, the rolling, spiking wave that persists through life will all be become flat and green and easy to walk on. And it will feel cold and pretty under your feet, a cushion of clover and buttercup, every pebble a yielding moss, a fine sponge, a sweet, unsticky mallow.
I received all sorts of signs in my ears
One was a sound like a pair of bellows
I was inwardly told not to be afraid
For it was the sound of the holy spirit...whatever that is
The unvoiced sounds found a reed and became words
Treasures of wickedness profit nothing
The rich man’s wealth is their strong city
The destruction of the poor is their poverty
How come most fall among thorns?
O, to be in that number
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
From a clothes horse, you wore us out
Those exhausted sleeves
And in our bed clothes when not our best
You wore us down
That was when I thought better of it
And left you alone
The way they saw the things they saw
Was never very clear to me
Through a lens their fathers bought
Picture the bedroom scene...it's not a pretty one
Seemed like stained glass when open-ended
Where everything was somehow one like someone planned it
I caught you looking for the perfect place
And firmly believing in
The power of prayer
The power of prayer
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Finally, The Truth
02:24
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I held your face between my hands
A midnight occupation that felt like the truth
It still does, it still does
Applied the charcoal to your last moustache
Your eyes, your freckles in the light at 5am
And half listening to Bernard Herrmann
That felt like the truth
It still does, it still does
And on a balcony, watching bats
Hot September, 10pm
Indirect requests on a piece of paper
The torture of one week without you
That felt like the truth
It still does, it still does
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Santa Sprees
The Anglo-Japanese band Santa Sprees have been advancing the art of unpopular song since 1994. Making questionable progress from the low-skilled, no-fidelity, no wave of their earliest cassettes to the largely futile primitive avant bubblegum of today, releasing ten collections to date on a trail of defunct labels and media. ... more
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