1. |
Grey Skies
03:20
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So sell me now this future
On your branded block of wood
Rising steeples breathing fire
Captains of Industry admired
And the engine that thinks it can
but not if it should
You’re wounded and you’re hungry
Staring right into my face
Your eyes are tired but your will is strong
Sisyphus roll that stone along
And pray to hear the chatter say
Gimmee, got to get me, gotta get it today
Oh grey skies
Owe my world to me
All these grey skies
Owe my world to me
So sit beside the fire
We’re burning up the past
Burning everything that lasts
You won’t listen, so it’s embers
And chambers
And hope someone will rise
Who can take us six feet
So the smell won’t rise
And grey…
Oh my, oh my, oh my God
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God,
My God My God My God My God I…
Oh grey skies
Owe my world to me
All these grey skies
Owe my world to me
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2. |
Hours Away
03:20
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They paint their faces
And walk amongst themselves
And try to convince me and everyone else
That the paint is so thick
That that what’s underneath
Is just caked with rot
That stings and bleeds
I hate this place
These circus clowns
I am trapped in here
And I need out
They love their tent
Want me to stay
But all I want is hours away
Angry and awnry
Misplaced souls
Taught by the liars
All that they know
That to live without wonder
is to live without hope
Yeah, suck in despair
And die alone
I hate this place
These circus clowns
I am trapped in here
And I need out
They love their tent
Want me to stay
But all I want is hours away
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3. |
Pieces of the World
03:13
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Mother Mary Gave me
The pieces in the world
She said not to do damage
To all the pieces in the world
[The rest was my odd gibberish, soft glossolalia inspired stuff
all riffed over two competing vocal tracks.
I had the basic tune but I thought it would be “cool” to leave it as weird dissonant, conflicting vocals.
In 2010 I thought this was “artsy”. In 2013 I feel that I should have either left the whole track in its original instrumental form or come up with definitive lyrics.
Either way, it what it is. ]
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4. |
Loom
03:21
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I see paper build up to debris
I see truth is not just sticks and leaves
And we’re faking it all
You, me, the whole world
So you would think
Sometimes..
Even works out
Not always..
But I’m back on the loom
Never over it now
I see people turn into debris
And the truth is just more sticks and leaves
And we’re building it all
You, me, the whole world
So you would think
Sometimes..
Even works out
Not always..
But I’m back on the loom
Never over it now
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5. |
Caligula
04:15
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Hello, Caligula
Did you love the taste
of newborn baby’s flesh?
And equestrian tablemates?
Oh checkerboard, oh scimitar
Save us from no lonely plight
Too many mouths that make a mountain
And simple gods may keep you warm
But I prefer my antichrists
Bowie, Crowley and Nietzsche
May I go further?
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Niacin Library Klamath Falls, Oregon
Genre:
Alternative/Singer-Songwriter/Americana
Described as a cross between Elliott
Smith, Sixto Rodriguez and Joe Strummer,
Richard Dee Vine is a recording artist based in Oregon
e-mail at niacinlibrary@gmail.com
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