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Principles of Salt
03:01
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I packed my dusty old guitar
and cancelled all my credit cards.
I had to run and change my name
I think I missed the rapture
or else some body-snatcher
has taken me out of the frame
I'm too stressed
and I'm repressed
from saying all that's on my mind
But you let me
and you get me
so let's just leave it all behind
Life is one big cover up,
America has given up
and overdosed on Adderrall
I'm on a quest for common sense
You can keep your picket fence
It does not interest me at all.
I'm too stressed
And I'm repressed
Saying all that's on my mind
But you let me
And you get me
so let's just leave it all behind
Well, in certain circumstances it ain't a crime
But I'll take my chances with you anytime
I'm too stressed
and I'm repressed
I'm saying all that's on my mind
You let me
and you get me
so let's just leave it all behind
I'm too stressed
and I'm repressed
saying all that's on my mind
But you let me
and you get me
No you don't--never mind
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Principles of Iron
03:11
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I am Gideon with a cigarette on the porch,
a couple foxtails tied together like a torch
and I let 'em go like a crooked arrow
Married a gypsy and I'm running out my lease,
Stringing down this flag and running up my fleece
to hear you speak--just talk to me
You left no manna in our hands
and we are leaning into make believe
so prove me wrong
I am gathering oil in assorted jars
and I'm abandoning interest in the art of war
and the war of art? Don't even get me started
on how the elements drag me under by the tongue
or how the Spirit's work has only just begun
'cause I know how he works, and it's not working
You left no manna in our hands
and we are leaning into make believe
so prove me wrong
Prove me wrong!
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3. |
Principles of Ships
03:18
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Like every horror movie ever made,
the children of the barricade
are marching through the esplanade
and bowing to unholy gods
or fireworks and broken vows
My blood is all gunpowder now
The time has come to settle on
just who we are, then move along
I found myself on crowded streets,
the patron saint of poverty
and swallowed by a riot squad,
but c'est la vie, les misérables
Qu’est-ce que c’est? C’est une fleur
Life is not an interview
It's a lotus bloom in parking lot,
the afterlife--an afterthought
Don't you fret, my lark
for I'm battening the hatches
against all the dark
I'm collecting all the matches
to line them up in a row
so our children will know
where to go in the night
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Joshua Powell Indianapolis, Indiana
Joshua Powell is the exhausted wizard at the helm of IN's most haunted rock band. From his hardcore roots in the Floridian swamps and beyond the fever dream of his folk era, his literary lyrics dig for enlightenment in a surrealist muck. “Four LP's and over 900 shows later, the midwestern road dog's ever- evolving, transcendent style embraces hallucinatory metal and grimy psychedelia.” -Audiotree ... more
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