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cannibal king
03:30
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head up, head up on a spike for the crowd
the cannibal king takes a bite and takes a bow
but yeah, the conquest is wearing him down
last on his mind when the candle goes out
the carpenter thinks how the house will come down
a decade or two and the weather wins out
singing, "long days, long days coming."
singing, "hard times, hard times again."
darling, you're a terrible beauty right now
a cannibal queen with your red talons out
and yeah, i'm just the blood in your mouth
last on his mind when the torch lights go out
the cannibal king dreams of cornfields and plows
and yeah, the quiet strength of the carpenter's house
singing, "long days, long days coming."
singing, "hard times, hard times again."
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racer
03:56
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it's a lawless state for the moment
there's a violent god
and in the godless rage spilling out over us
we are all small
in the lilac sun we are flat-backed on the ground
where our lives ran thin
we were cut from cloth, you cut us off
as you turn to leave
it's a red silence, it's a dead calm
we're the weightless ones, we're a turn of phrase on your tongue
we are headline black
we're a pool of blood, an article that you turn to read
it's a red silence, it's a dead calm
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secret
03:11
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when they call off the search for you
they'll not have found a trace
you're easy to miss lying in a weedy ditch
physical love and violence
are closer than cousins
it's easy, my love, to get carried away in the moment
and when i die, they'll bury me
and with me the secret
it's easy to miss if you're not looking in the right place
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weight
04:20
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climb up and raise the dead
that once cast a shadow and walked like a man
our weight could have stopped a train
but heavy in life is weightless in death
hung by my heels, hung by my toes
the stories are old, stories are old
hung like a lion, hung like a mole
oh lord, making up for lost time
i wake and walk at night
hungry for sleep but i sleep in the light
i slept around a lot
wasted the harvest, none left for crops
hung like a lion, hung like a mole
the stories are old, stories are old
hung by my heels, hung by my toes
oh lord, making up for lost time
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hovercars
02:27
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we're all gonna die, we're just lobsters in the pot
but that don't change a lot, the plot just thickens up
and i catch myself in thought
as if i'll be around to see the future coming on
they'll have hovercars and robot stripper bars
my great grandmother was ninety-six when death showed up
i bet she acted tough, i bet she laughed him off
and i catch myself in thought
as if i'll be around to hear the midnight boarding calls
evacuate to mars
but we'll just take it all, we'll just take it all along
all the hovercars
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yesper Seattle, Washington
yesper is a box with strings, one pair of hands, a mouth and a mic. Seattle is home now, but I still miss Virginia from time
to time. i make records by myself because i'm afraid of commitment. i make records in secret so that they'll sound mysterious. i make records.
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conversation: yespersound@gmail.com
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lovely harmonies, tropical rhythms.
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gorgeous.
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inventive.
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