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King With No Hands
04:54
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Concubines dance, perform the victorious war
For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor
Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay
the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away
They remember the day the king was crowned a thief
they never suspected but they all believed
and now when they sleep they see his eyes
he told the truth, but they'd only heard lies
Was one hungry mouth worth both his hands
Defending or forgetting all that he stands
he once was king, now he's a king
the only real difference is he has no hands
Concubines dance, perform the victorious war
For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor
Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay
the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away
Lets make a toast To the sickness and health
to the wine and the water and never having to bother
to split wood, cross words, or go anywhere
To dress up, to look down, to comb out our hair
And lets make a toast to never have to face
the people we love or the things out of place
And lets all just hope we are not in his place
Concubines dance, perform the victorious war
For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor
Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay
the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away
Lets open the Earth and bury souls
Lets hide from the world and play make-believe
We'll trample the weeds of our favorite path
We'll join Pagan tribes and never look back
For the world is too high now, they only look down
and those harlots in dance can't remember their hometown
and the king so wise can't drink his own tea
And the old mid-wives can't remember their own children
Concubines dance, perform the victorious war
For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor
Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay
the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away
The rich are downsizing
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2. |
Salty Gear
03:30
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The sun ratchets in the sky gives the clocks their sound
Melted springs in the core keep the earth going round
You keep in your closet eyes haven't slept in a year
Wait with your back wide open missing your salty gear
Jasper stands shallow dusted black to his eyes
Such odd many teeth his shoulders low cannot lie
Where old friends have drowned now afloat in the Sky,
tie your wings to the raft
It's high time for a dive
Where no stones are thrown from urchins and the fish still can hear
In this clown spotted coral no sign I see of your salty gear
Where old friends have drowned now afloat in the Sky,
tie your wings to the raft
It's high time for a dive
I followed the three wise men where his feet touched the ground
Standing on oak horizons your piece could not be found
Chased by the waves back to the shore fought the rust from your bones
I fought the cold from your chest but, my dear, you're still not whole
So I lock you away in this cabin where I love you for years,
Watch your body fade away you leave nothing but a salty gear
Where old friends have drowned now afloat in the Sky,
tie your wings to the raft
It's high time for a dive
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3. |
Architect
02:31
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Brother, you've torn all your walls down
but architects are quick
to make something of it
Beetle hobble, torn down wreckage
walls twice as thick
chords twice as hard
Wash out your brush, flex your bristles
brush on the green,
over snow on the ground
I have found faith in my own god
the brain and the dick
the heroes and the myths
drawn and quartered, redesigned
no corners about
no holds without
Architect, build me up
and I'll tear you down
I swear
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4. |
Three Snake Leaves
05:21
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If you love her with all your heart
You won't mind being buried alive with her
when she dies
With these three leaves your soul to keep, I will
make you breath, make you breath
With these three leaves your life she'll cheat and will
Make you bleed, make you bleed
With these three leaves
And all she said, baby we're better off dead
you've let your love go to your head
And all she said, we'll lie within our earthen bed
We'll be together forever more
And she said
If you love me with all your heart
You won't mind being buried alive with me
when I die
So sorry my king, love is not free, I will
Quietly creep while you’re asleep
And three leaves I will take
And murder thee for these three leaves
And all he said, maybe you’re better off dead
you’ve let this love go to your head
And all he said, I’ll give you better odds instead
you’ll be together forever more
And he said
If you love him with all your heart
You won't mind being buried alive with him
When he dies
Then she was placed with her man in a ship
that had been pierced with holes and sent out to sea
And they soon sank beneath the waves
and they went to all the places they wanted to be
If you love her with all your heart
You won't mind being buried alive with her
when she dies
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5. |
Stranger's Song
02:54
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Eyes turned down, feet straight ahead
Miss the clouds spinning around my head
Look up now, feel the wind
Hear a stranger's song floating on the air
Where are you now?
That stranger's song sticks with me
Keeps me warm as I face the breeze
the road drives by, sky it flies
the world spins around the other way
Where are you now?
In this gentle light we are whole
In this tiny room we can breathe
In this warm bed we can sleep
And in your arms I am whole
Trees fall down, the hills collapse
Clouds come crashing under my steps
The waves lose their way and crash in the hills
But that strangers song's stuck in my head still
where are you now?
In this gentle light we are whole
In this tiny room we can breathe
In this warm bed we can sleep
And in your arms I am whole
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6. |
Never Disappoint
03:33
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How uneasy I feel today and even though I called you this morning
you wouldn't listen to me
I had to shout out loud my warning
What big ears you have
the better to hear you with my dear
The shadows hung dark on the curtains
So I cast them aside to show you the light
that you'll never see
I had to blind you with the dawning
what big eyes you have
the better to see you with my dear
You never disappoint to disappoint
you had my hopes up high
You never disappoint to disappoint
on you I cannot rely
You never disappoint to disappoint
I'm used to carrying you in my heart
though it's still in my chest it's not beating
and yet it still bleeds
a perfect rhythm in nothing it's keeping
what a big heart you have
the better to hold you with my dear
Now I will tear you apart
and pull the innocents out of your maw
I should have done right from the start
You never disappoint to disappoint
you had my hopes up high
You never disappoint
on you I cannot rely
You never disappoint to disappoint
You always disappoint to disappoint to disappoint
So, I'm never disappointed
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7. |
Brittle Bones
04:10
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On a dusty road called No One's Home
Our threads entangle
Three witches work their fingers to the bone
One of us will fall
Ropes and chains and sweat,
Your tongue awash in blood
You spit out your daggers into
The dirt of No one's Home
in a place we die alone
I shake my brittle bones, my dear
I tear apart my lips ear to ear
We're both knee deep in sin, at least I can bare a grin
And Shake my brittle bones my dear
Your glove's thrown to the ground, but here no fight is found
I'll pour my oil onto
Your tempest waves, your sea will turn to glass
Everything will turn
On these old stomping ground, of a road called No one's Home
Our fingers entangle
We waltz in masquerade, two step our final days away
I shake my brittle bones, my dear
I tear apart my lips ear to ear
We're both knee deep in sin, at least I can bare a grin
And Shake my brittle bones my dear
Shake shake your brittle bones my dear
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Lords of Sealand San Francisco, California
Lords of Sealand are:
Jon Illum - lead vocals
Dakota Salazar - guitar
Brent Curriden - guitar
Evan Gritzon - bass
Nick Moore - Drums
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