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Tender Spotz
04:53
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We made it this far
Now show me your scars, show me your scars, show me your scars
take off your shirt
and show me where it hurts
Where are your tender spots?
the parts that can’t be bought
that don’t fit inside a box
to be remembered long after forgot
Don’t mock me just rock me just rock me just rock
don’t mock me just rock me just rock me just rock
don’t mark me just rock me just rock me just rock me
like a baby, like a doe
Make me hazy
drive me crazy
light me up
lay me down
hold this moment as an omen
that what once was lost can be found
can be found, can be found...
I know it’s scary like the monster chasing you
in your dreams
just turn around turn around turn around
LOOK nothing is as it seems
Ahhh!!!!
Feed my hunger
Bring me wonder
Take me far
Hold me close
Tell me secrets of the sacred
Known by all my angels and ghosts
I want the world to stop!
...to watch the flowers nod
as they turn within to know of god
Don't mock me just rock me...
Where are your tender spots?
the parts that can’t be bought
that don’t fit inside a box
to be remembered after long forgot
I want the world to STOP!
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Hall of Mirrorz
03:31
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Eye feel like I’m in a hall of mirrors
Where nothing’s getting clearer
The further Eye wander
The shadows grow nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer
Mirror mirrors on the wall
Which way is up when Eye/the Angels fall
Mirror mirrors on the wall
Which way is up when Eye/the Angels fall
The sirene silence that we keep
Bury bones upon bones bodies deep
The sirene silence that we keep
Bury bones upon bone bodies deep
Mirror mirrors on the wall
Which way is up when Eye/the Angels fall
Shards of glass cut right thru
The silence that Eye keep with you
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Ken Eye
02:40
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Murry: Ken I?
Tom: Ken you?
Murry: I just want to look the way you do!
Tom: Ken I?
Murry: Ken you?
Tom: I just want to look the way I’m supposed to!
'cause you’re cute in those boots
throwing those nonchalant smooches
in the air in the air in the air like you don’t care
or maybe you do and maybe it’s true
and maybe I see right through
look through look through look through to the other side
look through see the mirrors of my eyes
what pride what pride it takes to hide
from the demons waiting just behind the blinds
Murry: Ken I?
Tom: Ken you?
Murry: I just want to look the way you do!
Tom: Ken I?
Murry: Ken you?
Tom: I just want to look the way I’m supposed to!
'cause you kill
for the thrill to free you’re blinded will
like a god like a god like a god lost in heavens fog
and maybe it’s clear
or maybe you fear
the moment that is right here
let go let go let go from the inside
let go feel the walls fall with every sigh
what time what time it takes to guide
our way through shadow into the light
All: Ken I?
Ken you?
We just want to look the way we do!
All: Ken I?
Ken you?
We just want to look the way we doooooooooo!
Can eye can you we just want to look the way
we do, we do, we do
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Sandz of Time
09:04
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Life is like a box of chocolates filled with bitter darkness this is my gift to you...
Peek inside
whatever you may think you’ll find
will be different than what arises
when you’re sifting through the sands of time…
Sifting through the sands of time…
Pandora's curiosity
got the best and worst parts of me
raising the darkest tides of the sea
to bring the dry desert to its knees
sifting through the sands of time…
Caliban and the witch
wandered the world masterless
with one eye open and kiss
they asked the Sandman for a wish:
for the power of eternity
the immortal myth
the desire to live forever
to never die promise us this
to never die promise us this
sifting through the sands of time…
Sandman says,
“sounds good in theory
but you’ll grow tired and you’ll grow mad
and besides I cannot grant you
that which you already have..."
Sifting through the sands of time...
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Dust
03:02
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in dust in dust we trust
we trust in dust in dust we trust
we trust in dust
We spray
until it all washes away
into the rivers where we swim
with all the creatures and the kids the kids the kids
you’re kidding right?
as you swim with all your might against the current, the current, the current times...
Oh...
Drowning drowning
I’m painted frowning
as my anger and justice keeps on mounting
And the sacred they keep on dowsing
with gasoline as they strike the match
forget the future, forget it fast
get on the plane, we’re going to crash
and burn and turn to dust and dust
in dust in dust we trust
we trust in dust in dust we trust
we trust in dust
We draw...
Deep borders with our saws
Dissecting flesh and bones
dividing families, destroying homes homes homes homes
where is home? I feel so alone
in this cage, this catacomb
for the mountains that were mountains are not mountains any more
Oh they are haunting oh they’re haunting craters forever more
Removing wombs & mining breasts
Stifling protests with arrests
Oh it’s Business at its best
The net is caste, we know the catch...
No heavy heart escapes the wrath of death...
When all that’s left is just us as dust in the wind....
Oh the wind who has nowhere to rest... of the wind who has nowhere to rest like the rest of us, just dust in the wind…
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Ethers
04:04
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if we are free can we escape?
formed of the clay what is our shape?
in our wholeness what could anyone possibly take that could make us think we are less than all we are
for all we are, all we are, all we are is...
Our power is our love
our love is in our song
Our song is our great magic that echoes echoes
Our power is Our love
Our love is in our song
our song is our great magic that Echoes ethers on and on ethers on and on
If we are here can we be lost
without a price is there a cost
Masters of our own fate who needs a boss
That could make us think we are less than all we are
For all we are...
All we are all we are all we are is....
Our power is our love
our loves in our song
our song is our great magic
that echoes
echoes
echoes... ethers on and on
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Tender Spot Brattleboro, Vermont
witchpunk/psychopomp-rock band located in woods of Vermont
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