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God Is Cruel
06:50
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lling all preachers who hide behind these tv screens
calling all liars, can’t seem to say exactly what they mean
calling all assholes, the ones who lack integrity
calling on everyone who puts their trust into the guarantees
our god is cruel
our god is cruel
calling all daughters, the ones who have to break the rules
calling all fathers who think they have to tell them what to do
calling all prophets, locked down the corner market on what’s true
calling all saviors, who want dominion of your living room
our god is cruel
our god is cruel
our god is cruel
so fucking cruel
calling all ministers, who hunt for vulnerability
deep in the process, where human beings reclaim their dignity
calling all missionaries, exploiting opportunities
calling all martyrs, who bled to death to prove their loyalty
our god is cruel
our god is cruel
our god is cruel
but man so are you
i woke up fearing all was lost
so i got on my knees and prayed that i was wrong
no goddamned good for anyone
so we rewrite the words to our favorite songs
we pray for strength to carry on
when we could be shaking booty ‘til the break of dawn
tattooed these bible verses on brittle, broken bones
so we don’t have to say we’re sorry when we’re wrong
but i believe
i believe
and i believe
i believe
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2. |
Paper Cuts
05:11
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lyrics
we drink the blood on saturdays
from paper cuts found in alleyways
where you say things, you should not say
on bended knee, under stained glass window panes
the reverend installed himself
now you’re wondering how your father felt
when he drove away just to save himself
and your mother cried over 20 dollar bills
so you
so you
so you
could tell the truth
and pretty girls don’t call you back
they wanted you to just relax
so you sing songs that will not last
on borrowed hope you can not give back
and lightning strikes, but not for long
the joy you had was all but gone
to pretty places you don’t belong
you start to cry, but instead you carry on
so you
so you
so you
could tell the truth
and i’m keeping secrets so i don’t let you down
i’m keeping secrets so i don’t let you down
and i fall to pieces while you burn down this house
and i’m keeping secrets so i don’t let you down
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how i wanted to be dangerous
but i also want big business
raised up again like lazarus
like a suicidal mistress
now i want to be alone
just play Molina on the stereo
and hear the saddest songs i've ever known
but i'll never know
how i wanted to be tucked away
in the innocence of yesterday
on the car drive home from wild waves
melted ice cream on the freeway
but my heart is made of stone
and my mind is set on growing old
because there's a dark side to the holy ghost
the holy ghost
on the same day
that we're punching clocks with
terror in our eyes
there are strange ways
that our hearts will stop
it will take you by surprise
and i believe in time we'll waste away
like a lazy, rainy saturday
we'll build up courage to try cocaine
and pray for shit that just can't remain
because no one wants to be alone
no matter how hard the stomach groans
we're all just longing for the undertow
that sucks us underneath
oooh
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you don’t have to see the light
but you can walk the streets at night
you can drive another car
or you can forget who you are
walked into the living room
after drinking in the woods
my mother smelled some whiskey on my breath
for a minute she thought that i was dead
when i got up out of bed
my brother lost his shit again
he grabbed my sister by the throat
should have done something
but instead my limbs just froze
credits
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5. |
Hold Your Breath
04:57
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you have put me in these bones
could not leave well enough alone
i tried but i just could not come back home
it seems that you have hid your face
the kids are in the bunker singing amazing grace
it seems it’s you that gets their way
that don’t make me a liar
cause every night
i call up your number and i hang up the phone
i smoked a cigarette at dawn
i kissed your cheek and went to sleep
with every light we had turned on
does that make you feel at home?
or does that make you feel alone?
now they wont let me try
because i know tonight
you’ll hold your breath underwater
until everything’s gone
but somebody’s gotta try
to make it right
somebody’s gotta try
to make it right
somebody’s gotta try
to make it right
somebody’s gotta try
but not tonight
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6. |
No Victory
04:41
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terrified by her gaze
that goddamned look upon her face
when she pulled me aside
she began to say
we’ve been faking it for weeks
so don’t bother trying to speak
because i’ve already packed my things
true love doesn’t want to talk
she just wants it all to stop
so she keeps moving
and malice mumbles every word
before she writes another verse
but who are we kidding?
no one’s winning
stared down an empty room
started drinking her perfume
started burning every picture
i had left of you
found some whiskey in the drawer
so i poured it on the floor
started wondering what i
was even drinking for
borrowed time it doesn’t stop
it just runs out the clock
until there’s no victory
now we’re speeding on to death
trying to cherish all that’s left
but who are we kidding
no one’s winning
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Seasons of Evil
04:37
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we’re all just gathering stones
we think we notice, but we don’t
that we will all die alone
that we’ve got some place to go
but there is a cloud
that follows you around
and there is a prayer
that you can’t say out loud
so you feel let down
no one is listening now
the vomit is spilling out your mouth
your words don’t make any sounds
don’t want to speak up anyhow
but there is a king
who gave away the keys
to these big rooms
filled with books you don’t want to read
so you lie here with me
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8. |
No Lights
04:32
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death keeps coming like a storm
in your heart
you can’t tall me when it’s dark
sorrow’s beating like a drum
in the band
one that wont heed your command
can i get a witness?
can i get a witness?
can i get a witness?
can i get a witness?
can i get a witness?
can i get a witness?
there will be no lights when we’re gone
but there will be songs
and we’ll just sit and hum along
we’ll play football on the lawn
until our fathers are all gone
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Holiday Breath Records Portland, Oregon
We make records because death is coming.
Current roster: Young Elk, Second Sleep, Molter
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