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Aerial Shipyards
07:38
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I saw the pace of aerials
To soar across the arc until they crash
To cause the bricks to fly
I tried to catch them just to hide the charms
In my arms, in my arms, in my arms
Crashland, firsthand, ignite the dark
Wake up to gaze upon the stars
big field, shoot down, ablaze, alarm
Crashland, the beholder will hark
I took them to the great beyond
A shipyard in the house of god
The shards of glass will cut the sky
The fragments of a ship to clanking wreck
What is left, what is left, what is left?
Crashland, firsthand, ignite the dark
Wake up to gaze upon the stars
big field, shoot down, ablaze, alarm
Crashland, the beholder will hark
You can't escape, can't cheat your fate
When something in the rift awakes
Go fast with grace, your last embrace
Quicksilver, it’s time to embark
Time to embark, time to embark
So we salivate on the mint sunrise
and we celebrate in summer time
Let the bones of the dead be the sticks for the drums
and we’ll cast the pain adrift, to not succumb
Not a cause to grieve when you’re lost with me
and the Aerials that fly above the trees
All alone in a field were the willfully numb
Looking past their kin and toward the sun
Climbing up through the air to the holy and sweet
as they cast away their bags, their mind, their meat
Not cause to believe, a request or a plea
Not a pounding on their chest to show they’re free
Wanna seize the pain? Better drink the rain
Till you piss the sunshine out from in your veins
Or you lost the game and you walk in shame
All the aerials are tumbling while in flames
Up above, up above, up above, up above
Crashland, firsthand, ignite the dark
Wake up to gaze upon the stars
big field, shoot down, ablaze, alarm
Crashland, the beholder will hark
You can't escape, can't cheat your fate
When something in the rift awakes
Go fast with grace, your last embrace
Quicksilver, it’s time to embark
Time to embark, time to embark
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2. |
Unknown Orchard
07:51
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One time you saw me slink
and you pushed me up to the brink
Now there's something behind the door
Pouring something into the sink, don't you see
Trouble and traps, time will elapse
Someone perhaps meddled the maps
Drip from the taps into the orchard
Voices from the savoy that will shout just to hear the noise
Someone sneaking in through the back
Peering into a hidden crack in the wall
Hearing the call shock and appall
Wonder and awe under it all
Seeing it sprawl into the endless
The principles of dreams are seeping
Into the world where we reside
Edge of truth, its a blurring line
And holy hell, the spirit’s all around you
They’re singing in a tragic daze
We’re heading to a new malaise
Where all the yells will never make a sound
Voices from the savoy, is it real or is it a toy?
Someone sneaking into the void
Is there anyone with a ploy to entice
Sprinkling seeds, clovers and weeds
Under your feet as you proceed
Into my dreams, the unknown orchard
Welcome you through the gate
Put a vegetable on your plate
Or a fruit of forbidden fate
Something growing from the estate to exhale
Blowing the flutes, flowers and roots
Under your boots grow all the fruits
Follow me through the unknown orchard
The principles of dreams are seeping
Into the world where we reside
Edge of truth will blur tonight
And holy hell, the spirit’s all around you
They’re singing in a tragic daze
We’re heading to a new malaise
Where all the yells will never make a sound
(Pour it from my eye into the shrine, and I'll pour it on the walls)
I lost the light of day inside the vines
Faced with all the questions of our time
If my brain explodes don’t be surprised
Just pour it from my eye into the shrine
Sipping from the little chalice trying
to taste the twinkle in the evening sky
It's a simple message on the sign
Tangled through my skull the rotten twine
All you have to do is look inside
Welcome to orchard, I’m your guide
I can see into your callused mind
Like the twinkle in the evening sky
Now that I have got you where you stand
We can cause the cosmos to expand
If you’d only reach out with your hand
We can make the world turn on command
Sipping from a little chalice trying
to taste the twinkle in the evening sky
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3. |
Lunette Fields Speak
07:19
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Lead the way, creatures hum fever songs
Leap of faith, red wagon pulls along
Either Way
I thought of the other before
Pick up that cloud, put it in your mouth
Kiss up and down, pretty fishes house
Heat the way, red rabbit runs along
Lunette fields speak in dog’s
Timbre of dreams
Bag of plum’s on the train that runs
Garb of salt carries all our thoughts
Either way
I thought of the other before
I thought of another once more
Pick up that cloud, put it in your mouth
Kiss, up and down, pretty fishes house
Carry that cloud, mirror bites the mouth
Cling to that sound, cinders tumble out
I was in the water, I was sitting down
I was getting taller, I was falling down
I was getting hotter, I was flipping out
Mad men, talked about the monster’s in the attic
Couldn’t keep from being a disaster
Putting all the pieces into pasture
Picking of the faces of your laughter
Couldn’t keep the monster’s in the attic
Couldn’t keep from seeking a distraction
Putting all the pieces in the basket
Picking up the remnants of the actors
Couldn’t keep their gaze from lunette pastures’
Running from the ground that holds your stature
Peeking through the seal that holds you captured
Take you to the house that holds the mad men
couldn’t keep your mouth from talking backwards
Secrets from another land in past terms
Sipping from the flask of holy nectars
Couldn’t keep from hazing in the pasture
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4. |
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Into the ceiling l, I looked at your feelings, I saw
You were not there, you were barely aware of the dark
Ran towards the cellar, I’m itching for out there, I fought
Hands on the outside, I heard you were one to get caught
Kept on repeating, the days of the evenings I lost
Broke up the basket we wish and they gathered at once
Snakes in the coffin, I laid in a cradle of love
Crumple the air, as I’m fakin’ the way that I walk
Superdealer I lost
You’re the healer I want
Landed on solid, I feared of the knowledge I bought
Into the mixture our bodies get bigger with salt
Collapse of the setting, I reached for the ceiling above
Planted our feet and the gardeners retreat their resolve
You’re my leader, I fall
Make me cleaner, I cough
Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now
(Superdealer I lost)
Turn around, turn around, shake shake don't let me down
Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now
(You’re the healer I want)
Turn around, turn around, shake shake don't let me down
Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now
(Superdealer I lost)
Turn around, turn around, shake shake don't let me down
Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now
(You’re the healer I want)
Turn around, turn around
You’re my keeper, I crawl
Keep me forever
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When I'm not home, hand in the sun
Land of your own, play in the sand
Put down the note, give me your hand
I wanna know, grapefruit or air
You dropped your cranberry, our hands are spilling onto the floor
Somebody said to me, I want you all to my own
Crashed on the shore, faceful of drought
Mouthful of hope, I'll let it out
Splashes of blue, pastures of doubt
Cinnabar tones raptured throughout
You dropped your cranberry, our hands are spilling onto the floor
Somebody said to me we want you all to our own
Lapse of grace, everybody needs something to chase
Sun knows where I am
Ice grows on the land
I know who I am
I followed the sand
Sun miles ahead
Towards Mountain Abyss
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6. |
Rats Come to Play
06:31
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If you wake in the middle of the afternoon,
in the crevice of two hills
There isn’t any need to be surprised
There’s a place for the jaded and the rabid fox
That’ll chase you for the thrill
Spending every moment in the hide
from his pissed omniscient eye
On a walk you're a feather and you catch the wind but a gust will blow you dry
Just a little spark could make you fry
You were caught by the devil cause you got too close moving on your steady jog
They’re never gonna find you
Sniffing dogs, spotlight piercing through the fog
When the rats come to play
You'll be withering away
You’re delicious and afraid
When there's nothing left to say
It’s okay, they want more
When they’re knocking at your door
You'll be lying on the floor
'Cause I’m twisted, I'm like a coil
'Cause I’m the subject of conniving toil
I was birthed by a stranger
underneath a house of an unfamiliar town,
but it's not a cause to keep me down
'Cause in the past, and the present, and the future tense there’s an itching in the mist
and it's only scratched when we exist
So trap that dark pride in your fist
When the rats come to play
You'll be withering away
You’re delicious and afraid
When there's nothing left to say
It’s okay, they want more
When they’re knocking at your door
You'll be lying on the floor
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7. |
Forks of the Jailhouse
07:47
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Sun knows where I am
I know who I am
Sun miles ahead
I know where I am
While you go and waitin’ for the world to end
You asked for some way out
Some way out
Ice grows on the land
contort and expand
I followed the sand
Towards mountain of bliss
While you go and waitin’ for the world to end
You asked for some way out
Some way out
Forks of Jailhouse
Unknown Orchard's bloom
Forks of Jailhouse
Unknown Orchard's bloom
As I ran up ahead
Lightning sprang from his head
Knives thrown from the bed
Dice thrown from the bed
While you go and waitin’ for the world to end
You asked for some way out
Some way out
We know, we know, we know
Beyond the soul lies morphing foam
Someone’s sneaking out the jailhouse
With his fingers and his hands out
Climbing fences for his life now
Gotta finger on the plan now
Letting air beyond the orange town
Saw him sleeping with the lights out
So I’m waking in the night now
Caught him shaking in the outhouse
Got him fighting for his life now
With the forks of the Jailhouse
Take a beggar for his life now
Thanks him later for the rice pouch
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Flip, hourglass, until the overcast reset hours back
They're looking for a chance to invite you to sleep
They'll harvest all your teeth for your work
Dropping the scythe, the reaper’s in your sight
Playing chess on the beach to keep out of his reach
But your bound for the grip it’s a limited escape to exert
It’s time to wake so rise and shine
We’ll chase the silver spade, the dirt will rise
So open your eyes ‘cause there’s a rumble in the soil
The snake will tell you drink the oil
The guise will stretch through the skies
You can hear it through your lifespan
1000 engines that rev through the land to cast the command
‘Cause even when you’re in your right mind
They’ll kick the dust when the task is assigned
to smoke you to blind; surprise
We’re on the bay, not walking anymore
Not alive, never dead, just talking to the shore
‘Till we all stop turning, unconcerning
Drop the knife to seize the yearning
You’re running miles and shouting at the dust
Not unlike the relentless shifting in the crust
You incite the squalling, fit for brawling
Through the wind I hear you calling
Lest the world forget the trickling sands
That taunt the ones who don’t demand an extension of time
There’s a peace inside in the dirt
We lean into the everlasting hand
In hopes that we’ll climb
You can hear it through your lifespan
1000 engines that rev through the land to cast the command
‘Cause even when you’re in your right mind
They’ll kick the dust when the task is assigned
to smoke you to blind; surprise
… and who is that on the road, talking in the sky?
Are they lost or alone? ‘Cause so are you and I.
Are we bound for the stones just to roam?
Aimlessly, we’re running. Will we find our way home?
Yesterday I saw a plane crash into a star
Now judgement day has begun and you know who you are
You’re running fast, running far just to roam
Aimlessly you’re running. Will you find your way home?
The wicked hand might twist you sideways
So blow the fife while you sharpen the blade
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9. |
We Thought the Sky
06:52
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Boiled sun, boiled sun, boiled sun
Boiled sun, boiled sun, boiled sun
Do you wanna think about
The things you wanna do without
I know, I know
Can you keep from coming up
I wanna keep from laying down
I know, I know
Green patch for the offering
Boil gently for the suffering
Atone, atone
Hanging out when nobodys moving
Keep your fingers crossed
Put your teeth into it
I know, I know
Hands in your arms in the sunlight
Give me your arms in the sunlight
We wanna build the sky
We wanna build the sky
And I know, it’s over there
Inside
And i know it's over there
Inside
Boiled Sun, Boiled Sun
Creature’s reaching’ deeper, grabbing secrets from the ether
I know, I know
Spaced out in corn field with the wind up to the orange hill
I know, I know
Spirit’s high and I fear it’s lie’s, for it shake’s the mind of the clearest signs
Of hope, I know
Boiled up to the sunrise, pour it from my eyes into the shrine
I know, I know
Hands in your arms in the sunlight
Give me your arms in the sunlight
We wanna build the sky
We wanna build the sky
And I know, it’s over there
Inside
And i know it's over there
Inside
Spire burning fire
is melting the admirer
Spirit leaves a mark
Cataclysmic start
And I know, its over there
Sun inside takes over
Picks you out
The hole inside came out
Want me to roll over
Tell me how
A chain inside your mouth
Sweat won't fill the faucet
Leather spouts
A million miles of ground
Wanted to see backwards
Turn around
We thought the sky was out
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Bruiser and Bicycle is the creative outlet of "Lanky" Nick Whittemore, Keegan Graziane, and friends.
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