1. |
What To Expect
04:58
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I do what I want to do
Not because you've told me to
The parties don't mean I'm
all not
I'm waiting for the moment
Just enduring one more torment
Tomorrow only tells me how much
I forgot
I don’t throw away the payments
That they've given to me daily
I keep them hidden neatly
In a box
I can't understand your value
Your reason or why I like you
But I'll have to keep it hidden
With a lock
I've lost a love before
In this wicked wild wide world
I never know just what
To expect
I hope to be unchained
Of this depressive sort of pain
That burdens my giddy thoughts
I have next
So I'm thinking of the hatred
That seeds the sower's farmland
The past is just not what
It was
And I'm praying for the night-time
The suffering in our time
Knowing love is all that matters
Because
I've lost a love before
In this wicked wild wide world
I never know just what
To expect
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2. |
Who Am I?
05:24
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oh my, the cries of the wolves
oh my, the roars and the hooves
the sky is bright with stars
in the woods, lurking
who am I?
I kept reading, I kept feeding
I kept receiving infinite prey
I kept teleporting
I kept metal morphing
I kept keeping inside
who am I?
I walk by the street of your home'
I talk to your children at night
I am in the shadows, boogin'
gettin' down
I don't lie
I always hide
I abide in a foreign state
shadow me
I am alive
shadow be
who am I?
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3. |
Dark Night Light Terror
03:12
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tired wind fairly breathing
open eyes the light black light
open signs bent over
paste dirt mud guts
light black light terror
glass sun of rest
shame eyes of condensation, apparently
weak the line blind signs
openly, mild child divine
restless wind barely breathing
flight of the open might
wind words night light black
bllack light terror
dark in the high of nigh
in line sun blind of high
light dark dark light terror
over me in quite thorough grasping
mind sings light shape heart
little figure tall meat
shape light heark dark
willow me there of beat
over signs open wide
glass moon shape rest
blue in something open chest
blood sweat, one breathe
in breathing, light signs divine
wind grinder there of on high
nigh restless blue blevieving
showingly out of motion
light terrror fight terror divine
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4. |
The Way It Moves
05:01
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Yesterday was dry in time the sunlight will blind us
here dreary together sitting comfortably in our chair, breathing, hearing
voices utter nonsense words thus repeating this blunder unfolding between us, holding
hands no more teaching brothers, lovers upon other bridges jumping, pumping the gas next time
in the way it moves,
moving through you,
the way it moves,
moving through you,
the way it moves...
I talked you yesterday, it was dry
you lied and in time my tie had become a monster
a roaring bleeding monster, appalled by you
you suffered the sunshine, coming through the window
splitting your face down the middle
in the way it moves,
moving through you,
the way it moves,
moving through you,
the way it moves...
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5. |
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do you believe me when I tell you how it is
do you believe me when there is all that there is
how can there be sunshine when it is night
how can we live without, night beings in doubt
the coward stays home, go to the show alone
cold phone, broken combs, headache, heartache and trash
you never know
do you realize the consequence, punishment for sins
do you realize the break ups, take up to the sky
how is there even a drop of your drink in your cup
how is there even a sponge big enough to soak you up
the widow lies in time, resides alone sometimes, foolin around
cold phone, broken combs, headache, heartache and trash
you never know
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6. |
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if you can't have it your way
you can never play the game right
if you can't go it for play
the game ends the crime that I played
the game, the time was 5 AM
cigarettes and wine
coffee and rain
I was blind to the game
you hid it inside
you can show me the signs
If your heart skips a beat
I drip my cup over for you all the time
I beat my heart until it skips a beat
level me with your lips
I want your kiss
if you can't have it any time
you can never play the game right
coffee, cigarettes and wine
I was so blind...
sometimes I feel the way you do
I can't do everything to help you
maybe, it is in you
in the game on the side
mixing merry and time
coffee, cigarettes and wine
in the rain
I was blind to the game
when you hid it inside
showing me the signs
If your heart skips a beat
I drip my cup over for you all the time
I beat my heart until it skips a beat
level me with your lips
I want your kiss
if you can't have it any time
you can never play the game right
coffee, cigarettes and wine
I was so blind...
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7. |
Who Do We Have Here?
04:37
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who do we have here?
The figures in shadow
who do we have here?
The ghosts upon us
the faces in between us
the lost amung us
the phantom unwinds
behind the coffee gold, beholden
upon his throne, divine, calling beware it
up high the lights dim, music is everywhere
and his face it dims
up on the how
up on the how
the light dims, fake grins, ghosts
the most, lovely hosts, a toast-O...
who do we have here?
The figures in shadow
who do we have here?
The ghosts upon us
the faces in between us
the lost amung us
Apart the bodies, the ghost retoasts
apart from the loving, apart from the savior
upon the throne of coffee gold, divine
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8. |
I Am. I Have. I Will.
03:13
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before the dawn of time it was said
the bed of thyme upon holy others
repeated movementation in lofty groves at night
I Am. I Have. I Will.
Like a bird, a motion of the trees
the seas rushing around me
running down the line
lost again here in tears
mankind, mankind can't you hear?
rewind rewind rewind
before the dawn of time it was said
the bed of thyme upon holy others
repeated movementation in lofty groves, at night
I Am. I Have. I Will.
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9. |
Bats
03:10
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Where do we stand as being?
Where do the martyrs hide?
The cries of the unforgiving
Lie next to cries of mine
Torture upstairs with mischief below
Pull apart the beating heart still ringing
My views in twos and threes, three and three, two and two
God given gifts of ours to shine
If you look upon yourself in a mirror made of glass
Transparent meeting, between the twos and threes
Threes and twos go to the zoo in blue
Coniving little masks, bats, bats, bats
Hold tightly to the ears
Drinking beer, bloated, overflowing goo
Balloon floats up in the air
With execptionally abstract flair
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10. |
Common Ground
03:24
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I breathe the dream
I see the sceme that I'm in
you let me cave
I was the same
but you broke it out in his name
i'm broken but true
lonely without you
I'm trying to rekindle the flame
I'm seeing the sun shine once again
you makin' me burn bad heavy on the ground
repealing any notion of common devotion
sun sweetly beads sweat on my brow
I can only believe the sinking
unholy emotion between the common ground
likely to fall but believing it all
the skies turn grey in a whisper of worthless sounds
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11. |
Believe in Me
03:36
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believe in me
I creep to the wall see the trees in the paint
a saintly pattern facing calls of the wild, buzzards choking on hearts of men
sunder coming knowing them they steal eat and cheat
the peasants play at march like sheep
believe in me
believe in me as I creep
to the halls watching it all
my face chills, sinks low
I breathe low, too low to tell
then I die...
believe in me
as I creep through the space of that distant place
called memories and dreamscapes
believe in me
believe in me
believe in me
broad daylight
dark nighttime
moving through shadows
aporting time...
believe in me
believe in me
believe in me
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12. |
Mean To Ulysses
03:01
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kind low, sign high
go fro and back now to the sac
relax, unwind before it all goes down
having the time of your lives
being the one you've meant to be
mean't to grieve, mean to Ulysses
come undone
come undone for me
having the time of your lives
being the one you've mean't to be
meant to grieve, mean to Ulysses
come undone
come undone for me
come undone, repeat! repeat! repeat!
come undone for me
meant to grieve, mean to Ulysses
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Zane Brune Chicago, Illinois
"Zane Brune embodies the perfect compromise between a edgy rock and roll lifer and a elusive song-writer with his own unique language and expressions. Borrowing from the vast vernacular of rock, pop, soul and alternative, Brune swings from light to darkness seamlessly and frantically within a playlist that feels like a inner travel within the most remote corners of the human psyche." ... more
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