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Haunts
03:57
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Stare at your bookshelf
I'll be the third one from the left
Turn to page eleven
To find the words yet unsaid
Maybe I'm the snowstorm
Keeping you here tonight
I could be the shadows
Up against the white
All alone in this crowded room
My head feels like a distant fugue
Hey there, stranger
Have you got the time?
Please let me haunt your mind
All alone in this crowded room
My head feels like a distant fugue
Hey there, stranger
Have you got the time?
Please let me haunt your mind
I could be that old drunk
In a corner dive
Whisper me a toast
To the things keeping me alive
Maybe I'm that old song
Hum along and choke up
The needle scratches
But not quite enough
All alone in this crowded room
My head feels like a distant fugue
Hey there, stranger
Have you got the time?
Please let me haunt your mind
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2. |
Bread and Circuses
03:28
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I couldn't feel my face at Michigan and Lake Street
I spent the night with a ghost
Followed her phantom sound all the way from downtown,
Sister, what do you know?
Why can't you see?
Heart asleep in the streets
Bread and circuses on your mind
And the trains, they run on time
I was too late getting to the station
But I saw her wave
The sight of her hand, the sign of my end
Fading on the elevated track
And I can endure a small but bloody war
Against my silence
My collar to the cold, an emperor deposed
From the throne of conquered daydreams
I couldn't feel my toes on Sacramento
I spent the night with a ghost
Hiding my weary eyes from the threat of sunrise
Thoughts a cello scroll maze
Why can't you see?
Heart asleep in the streets
Bread and circuses on your mind
And the trains, they run on time
I was too late getting to the station
But I saw her wave
The sight of her hand, the sign of my end
Fading on the elevated track
And I can endure a small but bloody war
Against my silence
My collar to the cold, an emperor deposed
From the throne of conquered daydreams
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3. |
2337 W. Monroe
02:33
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No time to recognize
The rogue neurons in his mind
That seek their vengeance today
Barbiturate haze
They fire down from point-blank range
The dream is good and dead
I don't think you're listening
You deride our instincts
And stay inside where it's always warm
You step back from our table
And live out the North Shore fable
You are sleeping through a thunderstorm
A smoky dawn, no siren scene
Could ever dull this mother’s scream
Against the bloody snow.
Away from all the monuments
To well conquered Occident
The ghosts, they still remain.
I don't think you're listening
You deride our instincts
And stay inside where it's always warm
You step back from our table
And live out the North Shore fable
You are sleeping through a thunderstorm
I don't think you're listening
You deride our instincts
And stay inside where it's always warm
You step back from our table
And live out the North Shore fable
You are sleeping through a thunderstorm
I don't think you're listening
You deride our instincts
You are sleeping through a thunderstorm
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Rigby's Riot
02:44
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Face on the desk, a quiet distress
As Rigby mounts the mare
These palace walls, they will fall down
The clergyman prepares
She'll take to the streets, no time to retreat
And I'm burning in effigy
She'll stand on the floor and declare a war
Unilaterally
But luckily, the cavalry has gone home tonight
The smoke has cleared, but yet I fear
That she'll be setting sail
Rigby, the captain, a one-woman riot
This front is cold, all the treasure sold
Rigby takes the flanks
My capture assured, she'll shout the word
And I give a blind-folded thanks
But luckily, the cavalry has gone home tonight
The smoke has cleared, but yet I fear
That she'll be setting sail
Rigby, the captain, a one-woman riot
But luckily, the cavalry has gone home tonight
The smoke has cleared, but yet I fear
That she'll be setting sail
Rigby, the captain, a one-woman riot
She'll raise her sword and I'll raise my glass
To memories, I hope they last
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5. |
Shifty Eye
03:15
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Got dynamite, no need for the hindsight
And all alone, I've cut the telephone wires down to size
Laugh out loud, I stand so proud in the absence of light
What do you do when you realize you're the villain?
Such a sad story, but really who's going to listen?
Oh, just pass me on by
And never see shifty eye to eye
Devil on both shoulders, I unleash the hounds
Falling from grace with quietest of sounds
To bring on the end time is my solemn vow
Tragedy, a violent scene on which to feed.
Spark the fuse, memories bruise while you plead
No self- control, I tie her to the tracks and finally flee
What do you do when you realize you're the villain?
Such a sad story, but really who's going to listen?
Oh, just pass me on by
And never see shifty eye to eye
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6. |
Englewood
02:43
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I couldn't hear
And I couldn't see
But I could still feel you in the breeze
You were 15, they said you were dangerous
And they closed the eyes of a child in the streets
I couldn't write
And I couldn't speak
But I could still feel you in drops of rain
Young girl under white sheets, they keep you hidden
From the sleepy eyes of the gentry
Southbound on the Red Line
So much I could deny
Upwards in the towers, they'll do nothing
But draw the line
I couldn't cry
And I couldn't scream
But I could still feel you reaching for me
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7. |
Jane
03:46
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Jane, hidden away
Under white walls and crimson
With reason
In season
Crystal, on display
Does your gallery keep you?
Will the Candyman release you?
Goldmines, but grey
And the rafters caving in
Red lines and chains again
Westward and on and around the North bend
Ringing voices, elegant
Savior or sycophant?
Oh, how they fall, and how they mend
Jane, by the prairie
Jane, by the shore
Are they rats?
Are they whores?
And the rafters caving in
Red lines and chains again
Westward and on and around the North bend
Ringing voices, elegant
Savior or sycophant?
Oh, how they fall, and how they mend
Jane...
Come this way
Jane...
Are they yours?
And the rafters caving in
Red lines and chains again
Westward and on and around the North bend
Ringing voices, elegant
Savior or sycophant?
Oh, how they fall, and how they mend
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8. |
Prairie Centennial
03:11
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I've been idling for a week now
Hiding fully in plain view
The spires grow up fast and tall now
Still obfuscating me from you|
I know you'll gladly turn a blind eye
To the paint and the mortar between these bricks
Look instead at my kingdom realized
I've been idling for a year now
In this lost metropolis I've planned
Where even statues carry rifles
The false bravado of the damned
Look instead at my kingdom realized
I've been idling fifty years now
Would you see what I began
For such a wretched little man?
I've been idling for a lifetime,
A hundred years in the rust
A hundred years in the rust
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The Aldermaniacs Chicago, Illinois
The Aldermaniacs are an unexpectedly ear-catching combination of cello, played with a daring approach to melody that makes use of unorthodox textures, and amplified guitar, played with a cool, understated tone and a colorful use of harmony.
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