1. |
Mausoleums
04:56
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Crush your heart
And hope to die
They gave you truths
They fed you lines...
Just keep it simple
Adorn our mausoleums...
Crush your heart
And hope to die
You begged for truths
But you believed lies...
Just keep it simple
Adorn our mausoleums...
Love is but a word
And I'm finding it hard to believe...
Just keep it simple
Adorn our mausoleums...
Crush your heart
And hope to die
They gave you truths
But you believed lies...
Just keep it simple
Adorn our mausoleums...
Love is but a word
And I'm finding it hard to believe...
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2. |
Blue
05:07
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A cold, firm, grip
Of the antique pistol awaits
For a skull that has been doomed
And this weapon was meant for use...
(So) they'll / we'll / she'll have an
Exceptional funeral
(And) well attended
A joint love of shadows
"Unnatural Causes Blue"...
Swan in hired silk
Nodding bedsit mock
Draped ceiling to floor
In red pool lament
Exhausted and grave
Awaiting the worst in most
When the cold truth has worn
It's miserable welcome out...
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3. |
On The Floor
05:22
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The worst expect the best
Yet the letdown will epically scar them
Like a gripping mallet shrill
Like the screaming of a whale
The majority will mourn
As the headlines scream
Found dead on the floor
They don’t have to go home
But they can’t stay here
Buried in an unmarked grave
Show love the murderer did not
The majority will mourn
Yet the shallow will rejoice
There’s no point in their reveling
As the headlines scream
Found dead on the floor
It’s pointless/harmful to mourn so long
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4. |
Dead Can't Dance
02:38
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Can you dance?
In horrid detail
And heroin
In your arm...
Can you dance?
Around the truth...
Can you dance?
Crying in the locks
Inauspiciously
Broke and alone...
Can you dance?
Around the truth...
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5. |
Love Needs Love
03:38
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Desecrate the grave
Tip the stone over
Smite the impotent guardian
Dig up and rape those crooked bones...
It's sad when love needs love
Somewhere something is broken...
There isn't a blade of grass
That hasn't been corrupted
If blood turned into slabs (when split)
We'd live on stone islands...
It's sad when love needs love
Somewhere something is broken...
It's sad that love needs love
And clandestine runes bespoken...
Hardscrabbled roles
Groundswell is useless
Incremental
Wrecked motivation...
It's sad when love needs love
Somewhere something is broken...
It's sad that love needs love
And clandestine runes bespoken...
Whilst it's burning alive inside
Like a portrait somewhere in flames
Alone we fall in place
With heads down and arms folded...
It's sad when love needs love
Somewhere something is broken...
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6. |
Warm Sharp Bath Sleep
04:20
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"She looked young to me", they said
"And she lived there 40 years with him"
Blindly in love...
(Well) She had gleefully visited
Your 8x8 vacant grave
Where you'll lay pale and true
Where you will lay, after all these years, stark and blue...
Warm, sharp, bath, sleep
Enthushed...
(Well) She wore a mask, crooked and frail
And she had a gun, aimed reckless
But you let her in anyway
Because you claimed you recognized, and loved her still after all this time...
Warm, sharp, bath, sleep
Ensues...
Warm, sharp, bath, sleep
Concludes...
Love is calling you to the grave...
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7. |
Melancholia
03:19
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Self-loathing
Feels
Like the right way of expression
Despite knowing them better
At the outset...
Melancholia
Blight on us...
As he stabbed at
You
And you clutched at him
Like a dragonfly fluttering towards death
On rotted, porous driftwood...
Melancholia
Blight upon you...
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8. |
This Is Not Your Day
03:02
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An audible gunshot
At 5am
It echoed yearnings
Despite the wishful doubts...
Had they intervened
They could have said goodbye...
Achilles heels can
Be found in plain sight
Bleak manifesto
Was dreadful in its truths...
Had someone believed
There'd be no questions, "Why?"
This is not a your day
Never was your day...
Had she voiced her pleas
He might have killed his wife...
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9. |
Black Mass
04:40
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It takes too long
Staining through these floors
It's unbearable
Seeking underneath
It's not the sound
We're trying to ignore
A void in time
That never can replace
Never...
Majestic wings unfurled
Black mass upon painted boards
Accepted...
Face to floor
We're serving deep what's Olde
For what it's worth
According to what is saved
Lips like sand
Though bitter I fall upon
Like flies
On dry open eyes...
Explicit pages turn
Black mass upon painted boards
Accepted...
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10. |
Hats Off
02:51
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You're standing
On the spot
Where he died...
(And) we're grieving
Wipe that smile off your face...
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11. |
Disposable For You
04:26
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May we hold court today?
Or are we left to side?
Shrieking voices hear
Screaming for more doomed lives...
All we are is what it seems...
The fate we should not know
A weakness from within
It's time for all to stow
An ectoplasmic state...
All we are is what it seems...
Love...
Cry for no one else
But yourself
For the simple reason
No one else will...
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En Minor New Orleans, Louisiana
Philip H. Anselmo
Vocals, Guitar, Percussions
Stephen Taylor
Guitar
Kevin Bond
Guitar
Steve Bernal
Cello
Calvin Dover
Keyboards
Joiner Dover
Bass
Jimmy Bower
Drums
Paul Webb
Guitar
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