1. |
Slaughterings
04:12
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I spy with an eagle’s eye my common prey - Devour strays
The lines in the skin they were cut by the wind - From horizons
They tell a tale of a time that has fallen behind - And ending soon
A fever in a dream that was split at the seams - Is waking
I confess to my slaughterings - Attest to my wanderings
Selling soul by the daylight - Then stealing it back by night
And so it goes
For what we can’t refuse
The sails took hold
Of winds that tear in two
And through the eyes they tenderize once solid souls - Erode to holes
With tales that they told thought to be the truth - Tall tales abused
The storm outside it can no longer hide - It’ll be here soon
The ones we defend they will turn us all in - Over nothing
I confess to my slaughterings - Attest to my wanderings
Selling soul by the daylight - Then stealing it back by night
I’ve given up on the holy ghost - For all that I wanted most
Like governments that have failed us - To the lives that now jail us
And so it goes
For winds that tear in two
The brave so bold
Can only follow through
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2. |
Continuous Radio
05:13
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So fucking tired of never getting a break
It kills desire in the mornings as I try to wake
Where’s the music? Where the hell is the muse?
It’s in advertising and Sky Copter news
Is there no point?
Am I through?
Is there no voice,
In youth?
Because what they’re after
They try to buy
While corrupted elders
Dazzle eyes
Does God hate his artists when we point out his mistakes
And those who try the hardest are the ones that he loves to break
I don’t get excited anymore when I’m inspired
It goes unrequited and taunts me until I am tired
Then a low voice
Slips through
I have no choice
Continue
Put it out there
For all to find
As it leaves my mouth
It’s no longer mine
Who will help you if not yourself
Who will help you when no one else
When all that matters has slipped away
Can all that scatters find a place
Who will help you if not yourself
Who will help you when no one else
Can all that scatters find a place
And those who come after will find a trace
Who will help you if not yourself
Who will help you when no one else
Those who come after will find a trace
And for what it matters, pick up the chase
Who will help you?
Who will help you?
Who will help you?
Who will help you?
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3. |
Starter Marriage Kit
04:03
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I’ve been moving boxes of all our things
Family heirlooms that never got to age
Seems our private moments have been erased
Taped over with sitcoms and football games
We say we’re sorry just a little too much
And even though we parted should we try to stay in touch?
What about our old friends - Mine and yours
Who came out for the wedding and back for the divorce
I can see that they’re nervous choosing a side
The usher is waiting - Groom or the bride?
We say we’re sorry just a little too much
And even though we parted should we try to stay in touch?
How much can you handle?
How much can you take?
We sit in silence and at night we lie awake
What about our parents, for the whole of their lives
Did they keep any secrets from you or I?
How did they stay perfect?
How did they stay whole?
I guess they were in this together growing old
Now we say we’re sorry just a little too much
And even though we parted should we try to stay in touch?
How much can you handle?
Well here’s something new
A crowd divided casts a doubt among the pews
And just like something can be comfort food
I still wake in the morning expecting you
How did we get vicious?
How did we get cold?
I thought we were in this together growing old
Now we say we’re sorry just a little too much
And even though we parted should we try to stay in touch?
How much can you handle?
How much can you take?
We sit in silence and at night we lie awake
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4. |
Flood
03:01
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I went walking up the river
On a beautiful day
That’s when your memory passed me
And decided to stay
Sure we’re born
And then we grow
Diving down to the bottom
And there we’ll know
I wish the water was deeper
I wish we had more time
So go and tell the reaper
That friend of mine
It’s not time for him to go yet
He needs to stay right here
Until the water gets deeper
Over many more years
God I wish I’d known
How you hurt so much
I hadn’t been around in awhile
I didn’t stay in touch
I’d like to imagine
I’d know what to say
But I never had expected
For you to leave that way
I wish the water was deeper
I wish we had more time
So go and tell the reaper
That friend of mine
It’s not time for him to go yet
He needs to stay right here
Until the water gets deeper
Over many more years
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5. |
Seepage
04:35
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Pump pump little newborn heart
Your only clean slate is at the start
The time will pass the build up remains
And soon the mechanism shows the strain
And when the time comes
The good that I give
Now dismissed and stepped upon
And forced to hid
From every moment turned to pain
I find it slowly seeping in with nowhere to drain
In the ether I will repeat her
A form morphing in the mist
A purge fire of desire
Will ruin all it was and is
Buried like infants who couldn’t outlast the spring
Pollutants that germinate
Into the reservoir from the stream
And the blood will spin it round and round
The blood will take it round and round
To change you from the inside out
The poison slowly wears you down
“Hello” to me from years ago
I’m you today
I think we kinda look alike
But what has remained
Whatever’s rushing through me,
Whatever’s left,
Whatever will issue
We just might regret
So all the good intentions that just decay
And all of doubts inventions that lead me far away
The little hits and the misses
Uneven weight on the scales
A lesson learned but the symptoms
Are scattering through to darken the tale
And up on the high road
And thus defeat
I see you walking down below
I hove my feet
And charge down the mountainside
Picking up speed
We couldn’t help but collide
Descent - Complete
Pump puma little re-born heart
Just… Breathe...
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6. |
Roaming Without A Pardon
04:44
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Now that we’ve fallen and still we descend
The branches of olive that break on the wind
The crater that scatters the earth to the sky
The sunlight will tatter and lash at our hides
Roaming without a pardon
I can’t clean these stains that cover myself
And lurking within the forest
We burned into stakes to cast out ourselves
Over the mountains we crushed into rocks
The spring and the fountain we cursed and we mocked
Crossing two fingers behind out of sight
The deception will linger, the bait plays the light
Slowly give into darkness
Inflicting the pain I felt in myself
And though we once had each other
The strongest bond breaks, the violence is hell
Fanning the darkness from shoulder to flame
My horizon starless
Away - I went away
Astray - I went astray
The beast that as blossomed was cocooned in pain
My dearly departed
Astray - I went astray
Away - I went away
The belly that crawled now beats its wings
The low never fall but can’t watch over things
Arisen on high, when just high enough
The sight and the span, the tears will destruct
Roaming without a pardon
I can’t clean these stains that cover myself
Staring at what once were gardens
Through bars of a cage I forged for myself
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7. |
Disfigurine
03:49
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Look at what they made of you
Look at what they take from you
I can hardly recognize you
Look at what they made of you
What the hell became of you?
They have drawn the strength from you
And there is no one to relate to
What the hell became of you?
You look just like the ghost
Of someone I kept close
Who left one day
And who returned here now feels strange
And every once in awhile
The defeat in your smile
Is slowly shaping you
Look at what they make you give
Destroying all the past you lived
In your eyes is all you ever did
Look at what they make you give
Oh dear prodigal sons
How do we turn back to where we’re from
When misguided hands led us when we were young?
Out into the world
All the boys that are hurled
See may things
Some familiar, some are strange
Yet the nature’s the same
Though the scenery may change
What did they break in you
I wonder what they think of you
When all the eyes are drawn to you
And there is no one to relate to
I wonder what they think of you...
...When all the eyes are drawn to you
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8. |
Benediction
05:58
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What a cynical man that I have become
Who’s virtuous hands have finally succumbed
Lose a little bit here - lose a little bit there
Until you wake up one day and notice the tears
And the mirror shows me
To be only smoke screen
Give me what I want and no one gets hurt
These little deceptions begin as a flirt
Until one day we’re tempted by more than bread
A hand in the till or a body in bed
And the mirror shows me
To be only smoke screen
With all the heights that I reach
Below the light I can’t breach
Kneel down to rise above
Am I not the boy from a womb of love?
Close my old wounds
So I can rise above and rebuild all of the ruins
Grant me a great strength
To stare the darkness down and survive under the weight
And forgive those who would try to tear us down
Before our work is through
From newborn smell to skin that we shed
Armor that repels but doesn’t protect
What good is this place if we can’t feel a thing?
What good is tomorrow if there’s never a change?
And the mirror shows me
To be only smoke screen
With all the heights that I reach
Below the light I can’t breach
Kneel down to rise above
Am I not the boy from a womb of love?
Close my old wounds
So I can rise above and rebuild all of the ruins
Grant me a great strength
To stare the darkness down and survive under the weight
And forgive those who would try to tear us down
Before our work is through
What a cynical man that I have become...
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9. |
Spring Fever
03:44
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Spring fever takes us - What ails us hits hard
No medicine or remedy - Could ever safeguard
O’ season of change - What have we learned
To put into action - Rather than words
I swear I’ll never fail you
We share in everything new
We’ll learn to control it in time
The slow burn of life it ignites
The night voice is calm - More a breeze than the wind
Unsure restless breathing - A dream we lost to sleep
And deep into late - At the first sign of dawn
You are the waking of bulbs - I am the spray of the sea
I swear I’ll never fail you
We share in everything new
We’ll learn to control it in time
The slow burn of life it ignites
The sun is slowly rising, returning from the night
Slashing at the shadows and whispering
Descend upon the window
The moment of surprise
We win half the battle where others have to try
…It’s too easy
With you it’s so easy
I swear I’ll never fail you
We share in everything new
We’ll learn to control it in time
The slow burn of life it ignites
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10. |
Ladybugs
05:25
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I wander with the cannibals while children play with animals
Savoring every last touch
Alternate identities actually permitted me
To reach inside the well and draw it up
A child with the fairest hair never fails to flourish where
Imagination takes to it’s heels and runs
This transaction is going through
There’s no action that you can do
And in the season that I outgrew
It left a change here through and through
A mother’s love discovers her like Ladybugs surrounding her
C’mon swan and hop on in the pond
And what should be a tasty treat actually is bittersweet
Yet we never seem to have enough
And soon they’ll tear their idols down and leave their heads upon the ground
Substituting friends in place of us
The world has cold hands that we shake
Without a torso to embrace
A so called love will soon replace
The memories that we erased
Life passes by with or without an answer
Still we question too many things
So hold me closer tiny dancer
I can see it’s gonna be a busy day today
I wander with the cannibals while children play with animals
Savoring every last touch
Down the hills and into the leaves thrown above with us beneath
Laughter wins over taking us
And we all keep a secret stash of moments never meant to last
And when we leave this place they leave with us
This transaction is going through
There’s no action that you can do
And in the season that I outgrew
It left a change here through and through
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11. |
Upon Us The Hour
05:17
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Whoa my plight
I cave into perversions that always block the sight
And stunt my life
I gave into diversions, all that I could buy
It’s the emptiest of feelings
To the rooftop through the ceiling
Although I might’ve tried
But I believe the fable
Yet I stand here disabled
A design I sigh of mine
But what I have here to give
Demands that you should live
The world needs no more cowards
And what I can’t understand
Is how you destroy the man
When upon us is the hour
Where are those streets?
The ones that I was promised
Where are all the feasts?
And I’m crushed beneath the weight that is upon us
The threat of a defeat
You know that I can’t stand it to come up empty handed
After all the work
If it’s beautiful and haunted then go ahead and flaunt it
Before we ride the hearse
But what I have here to give
Demands that you should live
The world needs no more cowards
And what I can’t understand
Is how you destroy the man
When upon us is the hour
So sow those seeds of better deeds
The world will turn with or without us all
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Alias Patrick Kelly Atlanta, Georgia
Alias Patrick Kelly is a solo artist from Atlanta, Ga. He has spent years as a bass player for James Hall, The Goodies, The Halls of Jupiter, The Greater Vavoom, and Open Sky Separators. He is a regular collaborator in the Steel Bridge Construction Zone songwriter's workshop. Corruptibility Index is his first solo release. 3 years later he released the EP "An Unclaimed Inheritance." ... more
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