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The Ghost of a Tree
02:33
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Lightning came down on me like the finger of a god
But I lived on, I lived on
Blight killed off my neighbor and it withered my right arm
But I lived on, I lived on
But what did not kill me did not make me strong
Water washed away the earth that held my roots aground
But I lived on, I lived on
Fire came raging through and nearly burned the forest down
But I lived on, I lived on
But what did not kill me did not make me strong
I'm just the ghost of a tree
I never knew just what killed me
But I knew that it was coming all along
'Cause what did not kill me did not make me strong
No, what did not kill me did not make me strong
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The Bad Weather
04:57
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Mmm, I broke down today
I fell to the earth and I started to pray
I took off my mask and I put on a sweater
And called out to God and I hoped to get better
I saw that the weather, the bad weather was here to stay
But I knew you were coming, I knew you were right on your way
Mmm, don't know what to stay
All of my words got lost on the way
So open your mouth and let spill out your parables
I'm in the dark with these blackhearted miracles
All of us here and the fear never really away
And we're watching the carnage unfold in slow motion replay
Mmm, it's been raining since May
The sky is a bad shade of gunmetal grey
Then the lightning strikes me and the rain's pouring down
And it washes the blood, it soaks into the ground
And there's no one around, in spite of what all the signs say
So there's no use in reading them, best put your glasses away
And I don't have the reason, I don't have the reason
I don't have the reason, I don't have the reason
I don't have the reason, I don't know why you'd wanna stay
But I knew you were coming, I knew you were right on your way
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Yr Deceptive Heart
03:54
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I pulled out all yr stitches
One by one with my sharp teeth
And everything you ever said
Was written underneath
And the blood, it flowed like water
But it tasted like tinfoil
The colors in the western sky
Were coming to a boil
And God bless yr deceptive heart
And God bless all things in the dark
God bless me
Or anything at all
I tore down all yr statues
With a chisel made of bone
And when the last one crumbled
And I found myself alone
Tried to hide down in the shadows
But the shadows were no more
So I heaped up all the rubble
Started building like before
And God bless yr deceptive heart
And God bless all things in the dark
God bless me
Or anything at all
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Two Identical Rooms
05:47
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You came on like a cat on quiet feet with claws retracted
But it wasn't long before you had them sunk into my spine
And when my forward motion wasn't focused anymore
You kept my feet from finding that familiar narrow line
And my eyes, they started doing things I never told them to
And my head, it stopped listening to me, started listening to you
So now, I'm seeing double and the world has set to spin
And it's tearing through my body, shakes my bones again, again
Not again
And when the world went blurry like a broken camera lens
I was walking on the water, but my faith had fallen through
And I felt that I was stuck in two identical rooms
And they spun in both directions, I did not know what to do
And my eyes, they started doing things I never told them to
And my head, it stopped listening to me, started listening to you
So now, I'm seeing double and the world has set to spin
And it's tearing through my body, shakes my bones again, again
Not again, not again, not again
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Where did you come from?
We know where you went
We don't know how you died
Don't hold your hand close
Don't give it away
Don't hide so deep inside
Tree full of bones, just a tree full of bones
Just a tree full of bones, just a tree full of bones
Bella sleeps in the heart of the earth
Lubella, is that your name?
Secret messages all over the place
The mystery of your remains
Tree full of bones, just a tree full of bones
Just a tree full of bones, just a tree full of bones
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Constant Reader Clarksville, Indiana
Constant Reader makes sad goth folk music in Midwestern bedrooms.
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