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Pendergast Machine
02:39
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The Pendergast Machine is humming, oiled up she’s really running, man I never seen
it coming. Boys, don’t ask questions, it takes a blind eye sometimes to see such things
actually happen.
You don’t know your own strength
Walk to your own beat, the secrets that you keep
You don’t know your own strength
Novel sounds of the nouveau south, worked their way throughout the crowd and just
when I had given up, but I would do my best to not deconstruct myself too much
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Hold My Feet To The Fire
03:22
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Oh, I’m crying out mercy, mercy, mercy
Hold my feet to the fire, baby
I thought I was the worst of my kind and I’m sure torture might be a means to my end.
I see the nature of the beast I swear, something got a hold of me I declare on my life that
pain might make some give up everything. I like the crime almost as much as I like the
punishment. Sometimes I blame curiosity, but I’m always at fault. At least you got me
to confess as much.
And oh, I’m crying out mercy, mercy, mercy
Hold my feet to the fire, baby
Please whatever you do don’t throw me in that briar patch
Oh, I’m crying out mercy, mercy, mercy
Hold my feet to the fire, baby.
I’m beginning to think that I might’ve underestimated you
Oh I know you buried the hatchet because you buried me right beside it
I never thought to ask just what I had myself in for.
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The Outpouring
03:38
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The audience, asleep on their feet, all fell down
I did my best to just get up and leave
Common sense had always been a good friend to me till we fell out quickly
Take that outside
The Outpouring was lit with fire
Hit that now child
Sip your violence, drink your wild
I’m sure that spectacle held help up a while
I bit off more than I could chew…I always do
Take that outside
The Outpouring was lit with fire
Rip that tattered line that links the heart, the soul, the mind
There was some violence there in that crowd, we bled it out
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What Shepherds of these hills?! What stewards of our guild?! Time ain’t been kind to them.
We know that history will be the harshest judge.
We’re sat on the jury, but we are
all condemned for that April, court square, lynch mob, Easter offering.
Tell me how many there were. How many were
There so eager to have blood stained
hands? There were over 5000 strong gathered there!
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The Horse In Motion
02:18
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We came to scorch the earth then hang ourselves, casual beyond reproach the cruel ones
never boast. On to the sea, burn Athens to the ground! The summer heat did half our
work, but Sherman still was proud.
We won’t stop blackening hearts, galloping off to the
next town, clearing a swath, making sure all the fires burn well….toeing the line, biding
our time, mocking their side as we see them. Fighting them off, galloping on to the next
town!
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High as kites, making that medicine, jawing with the dead and gone…home.
Come spirit, pick me up. I need a lift, a cloven tongue to sit atop my head and make sense of the things I’ve said.
Tonight we just don’t care, throw caution to the wind, we dare
Our ignorance is bliss, we’ll save our best for worse than this.
High as kites, making that medicine, jawing with the dead and gone…home.
Holy Ghost, Brother it’s a weapon, I’m walking on the devil’s backbone…home.
Our road is paved with sage advice we tell ourselves to ease the mind that’s burdened down.
We see our faults to a fault, lord save us from your followers. I always thought it’d finally stop that place the hands of time forgot.
But I was stupid and I’ve been careless with the Holy Ghost. The wordless gurgle, tongues of Babel and the Holy
Ghost!
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Always thought I was a novelty little creature, nobody warns you that the death of hope
won’t feature any sort of big event to mark its significance. After we finish ourselves off
we ain’t leaving. It’s good to go down with an old friend believing.
You better bet, we’re gonna tie one on tonight
You never left even though you’d said that you might
I come back here to remember what it was like.
Only Dostoevsky would dream up/could kill off a pair like us
Thick skinned, hard headed, better off you’re closing every valve to your bleeding
heart. Does it hurt too much? Are you just fed up? Or is it something else entirely?
When I ask you why, you reply the death of hope hit you hard too
Better bet, we’re gonna drown every doubt
The half of us that’s got the other half figured out
No good deed goes unpunished around here
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Word Climbing
02:58
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Right there beneath the tall oak tree, in the backyard by the old swing
Where the sand box once stood, by the stack of chopped wood
I left my childhood
Now all those memories are climbing through these words you speak to me
What of the kids, their differences? The loss of their father.
Is it a disease, their philosophies? Just take this gun and shoot please
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Giant Strides
03:32
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I’ve heard it said that, “absence of evidence isn’t evidence of absence.” Hold steady.
Ready? Well, I’ve never been ready for anything. I’m in bed with them and I thought
sleeping people couldn’t sin. I really didn’t know that there’s no distance too great, it’s
loneliness that separates. The cold stares kill me. Why can’t I prove myself to you or
anyone? Hold steady. Ready? Let go.
Couldn’t on account I’m a cutthroat now
Chomping at a bit that I can’t spit out
Some people just need to let it go
There’s no distance too great, it’s loneliness that separates, but giant strides displace my
weight as they carry me off in a sorry state. I couldn’t on account that verdict fell.
Bury me off of the balance scale
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A Siege Of Sorts
02:05
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Haunted by myself, until I found that there were other ghosts gathering outside the city walls of Charleston.
A siege of sorts, then the city falls.
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Surrounded
02:03
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From the bottom I open my eyes, I can’t see the top but I can see the light!
I am surrounded by murky water
I know that I’ll break the surface and when I do we’ll be much stronger
Sometimes I’m muddy myself, ambiguous thoughts and intentions
Diverging ideas and galloping motives
I know this Missouri River will keep flowing till it gets to the ocean
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So Quiet, They're Loud
02:32
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Climb inside a different skin, mold yourself so that you fit in
So quiet, they’re loud
Novel sounds of the nouveau south worked their way throughout the crowd
So quiet, they’re loud
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Thoreau In The Woods
03:43
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Scolding ourselves, you bury your face, could’ve sat there for hours
Time helps to heal, but it can’t erase the games that we play.
Back down, you’re not afraid, just running in place
It’s good to feel guilty, I know I should
The thrill of the chase
Nobody said that, you dreamed it up, you think way too much
Thoreau in the woods just don’t do us no good when we’re acting up
Back down, you’re not afraid, just running in place
It’s good to feel guilty, I know I should
The thrill of the chase is ours tonight
Oh my god we were part of that mob
Oh my god we got caught up in it all
Well, we’re just under funded studies in our own mythologies, making mountains out of every single molehill that we see
And we don’t want to know the answers to the questions
that might go to prove and show that this is really all a game.
I say that this is a snipe hunt.
I can’t keep my mouth shut.
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Ha Ha Tonka Missouri
Ha Ha Tonka is the unmistakable indie-meets-Southern rock band comprised of Brett Anderson, Lucas Long and Brian Roberts. The band toys with the theme of living beyond a normal lifetime- the concept of reliving and rewriting our lives, and the lessons we can all learn along the way. ... more
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