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Canal
02:58
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I tried to pray to god for the first time in years
but it disappeared like smoke out of my mouth
and through my ears. There's no hope and there's
no way to cope.
I tried to pray for strength but I know better now when
every part of you as man made as every calm canal
and they keep paddling with no fear that they'll drown
while I'm dying in this drought you're sitting on your cloud
There's no hope and there's no way to cope.
I tried to talk to you but you won't return my calls we're as
distant as god was after the fall. My ego is a flaming sword
for truth and every time that it gets close I set fire to the roots
There's no hope and there's no way to cope
I tried to sleep tonight without having a drink I drew a circle
and I clasped my hands to pray but there's no hope and there's
no blanket to keep me from the cold.
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Blankets
03:40
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I want to tell myself the truth. Find that bitter pill and chew
until it goes down smooth. I want to stop drinking this poison
because every single morning I taste my own medicine.
It's like a blanket that only makes me itch but I'll be naked
and cold without it.
I want to tell you the truth but I'm afraid you'll see right through
every sorry sad excuse. I want to stop all of this damage before
it even happens but the levee just broke loose.
You're like a blanket that only makes me itch but I'll be naked and
cold without it.
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Swords
02:12
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It's a long drop at the top of that hierarchy there are
god kings buried underneath pyramid schemes
I want more
(one question)
If we wanted oil in Africa would there be civil war?
as long as there are diamonds in the dirt their hands will
bleed red and sore.
I want more
(I may be drowning in vinegar and piss but here's me trying to rise above it)
If we stopped burning our money beating plowshares into swords
maybe no one would be hungry and no one would be poor
I want more
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4. |
The Goats and The Sheep
02:08
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Do the fragile need faith to feel fearless? would we believe in
a man in the clouds if we weren't told as children?
Every time that they quote revelations to justify war did they
black out all of the red letters like a classified form?
You're sending sheep to the slaughter but just wait until he sees
those horns.
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Infantry
02:13
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Anchormen lie through their teeth our eyes
are glued to the screen as our ship sinks
four years come and we cast a vote just like
a stone at a shattered glass home.
The lesser of two evils is not enough for me
but they keep shooting their own feet and then
sending in the infantry
Drugged by the needle of progress our synapses
sends a call of distress. Left to a booth to confess
to the gods of privilege and excess.
The lesser of two evils is not enough for me
but they keep shooting their own feet and then
sending in the infantry
And all of my friends say "we're getting out while
we still can. We're gonna be a little piece of farm land,
grow our own food, and smile when we can"
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Blue, New, and Borrowed
02:49
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Oh my dear where's my dowry?
my baby carriage and my diamond ring?
I've sweating for seven years and you still wont
set me free.
who buys the cow when the milk is free?
we've been out too long and now we're spoiling
someone new would cure my blues
I'm already borrowed and bruised
Tell me is this tradition true?
don't you see the same rotten fruit?
we watch the worms as they burrow through
but you still persist to chew.
who would sell a broken parachute?
I fell for you with my pack full of forks and spoons
someone new would cure my blues
I'm already borrowed and bruised
Adam spared one of his ribs?
do me a favor and you try this
run your fingers up and down do you see
gaps in this hypothesis?
if we're equals then we don't need any means of
ownership.
And if it's in the name of love then were every one
of Solomon's wives legitimate?
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7. |
Milk and Honey
02:33
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My grandma took her last breath in a hospital bed
with flowers by her side, worn out and wilted.
I don't think there was one doubt as the world
slowly dimmed that there would be a tunnel with a light
at the end.
And there would be milk and honey when we go
I was drunk when I was baptized and I've been drowning
ever since. The winds of change just blow away my faith
like a dandelion's wish. And although I think that I'm right
to doubt that you exist. In the end will I fear the darkness
and finally be convinced.
That there will be milk and honey when we go
but will I ever know?
or is this all there is and I'll turn my back on life's exodus
as the scene just fades to black.
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8. |
Last Day Alive
03:49
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I want to shake the buildings
I want to scrape the sky
I want laughter instead of these sore aching sides
and I want to sing like it's my last day alive
No more complaining about the storms I create I pray for
rain and then curse when the levee breaks. No more fixating
on all of my flaws. I hang the painting and then tear down the wall.
I want to shake the buildings
I want to scrape the sky
I want laughter instead of these sore aching sides
and I want to sing like it's my last day alive
I want to do the right thing but I'm too afraid of the lightening
so my tails tucked in my legs. I want to tell you straight but my
mind is a maze and I know we'll both get lost in the hedge.
I want to shake the buildings
I want to scrape the sky
I want laughter instead of these sore aching sides
and I want to sing like it's my last day alive
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The Spinning Game Humble, Texas
The Spinning Game is the primary music project of the multi-instrumentalist, producer, and prolific songwriter Matthew Lester. The Spinning Game was started as Matt starting writing and recording which was when he was 11 and he hasn’t stopped writing the best songs he can possible ever since. ... more
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