1. |
Trash Palace
02:39
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The widow in the mansion
Is cursing our smile
We walk quickly past
But her stare burns for miles
The widow in the mansion
Is watching us bloom
Her knuckles are white
as she's gripping the broom
She'll sweep old mess
Into new piles 'til she's dead
She wishes they ate us up
Eating through different guts instead
Tries spreading her ache
Like a starved parasite
But we're already rotten and graying
And she'll find out when she bites
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2. |
Wait For The Lights
03:36
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Tie stones to my feet
Push me over the boat
Throw me into the river
Just to see if I'll float
Now I'm laying with the bones
Wash the red from your hands
In the blue of the tide
Sink teeth in new skin
Drag them out for a ride
Someone always wants a ride
I'm pruning up at the bottom
I'll take some smokes if you got 'em
We're pruning up at the bottom
We'll take some smokes if you got 'em
We wait for the lights to come find us
And we're bait for whatever's behind us
We wait too long or not long enough
The waves too strong or not strong enough
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3. |
Dig A Hole
02:47
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Dig a hole for the dreamer
Stomp the Reaper's shovel down
Dig a hole for the dreamer
Hungry soul meets hungry ground
As the lungs embrace the soil
Once they tire from the toil
Let his silent future bellow
Through the town
Dig a hole for the sinner
Let the rainfall wash him in
Dig a hole for the sinner
Careless grave for careless skin
As the lungs embrace the soil
Once they tire from the toil
Hear his silent future drowning out the sin
Mother Earth will chew the gristle
Of the good, the bad, the gone
Through fallen trees the wind still whistles
Darkness shudders at the dawn
Every beauty starts in shadow
Every flower from the seed
Now they've started
Digging holes for you and me
When we make our final fall
And hope our time they still recall
The bones in the garden tell it all
The bones in the garden tell it all
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4. |
The Farm Up North
01:56
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They say there's a farm
Past the fields up North
Where the sick dogs go
But there's a swarm
Head to heel, back and forth
Making way for the crow
Old weapons are breaking
From the weakness of weld
Old secrets aren't hidden
Just because they've been held
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5. |
Mess Maker
02:46
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Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Make me a mess
Spit up that vomit
All over your dress
Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Screw up the sheets
Put glue in my hair
And pour slop on the streets
Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Dump out the trash
Then stomp all around
In the soot and the ash
Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Smash me a cake
Break all the bottles
Pour grime in the lake
Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Who gives a care?
Who cares if they hate us?
Who cares if they stare?
Mess Maker, Mess Maker
We'll be just fine
We'll joyfully roll
Through the tar and the feather
We'll happily stomp
Through the mud and the heather
Whatever we do
We will do it together
Because Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Your mess is mine
Yeah, Mess Maker, Mess Maker
We'll be just fine
Because Mess Maker, Mess Maker
Your mess is mine.
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6. |
Scurry
03:19
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Something's in the hall
Between us and it all
Trouble doesn't come when we want it to
There’s panic in the breeze
We scurry like the fleas
We're trying not to die in the windowsill
Bleeding through the fight
Digging through the night
Struggle to find it and cling to the light
If there's a secret to keep
From the herd, from the sheep
From the man in the sky
I won't blow it
Your heaviest fears
They can sit 'tween my ears
And though mine are the same
I won't show it
They will try, they will pry
With suspicion in eye
But the root of the tree
They won't grow it
So trust that your worry
Won't sit ‘fore the jury
And all the bullshit
We'll forgo it
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7. |
Eat Us
04:16
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There's a roach in the leftovers
We're still gonna eat them
Bad habits are hungry now
We still have to feed them
Cracks getting wider
Smoke billows higher
Preventable fire
We're gonna let it happen
We're gonna let it happen
We're gonna make it happen
There's a shark in the shallow end
Let him prey
We're the roach in their leftovers
They're gonna eat us anyway
There’s a wolf in the hen house now
Let him stay
Empty pockets
Sweat on the brow
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8. |
Cheers
01:50
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There's a body in the river
Floating quietly to town
No more struggle, no more shiver
Won't break calm, won't turn him around
Slow Flow
Swell On
Cheers Friend
Stay Gone
Take your time, silent soldier
Bathe in the breeze of nothing more
The siren's search has long been over
Let the water gently
Pull you from the shore
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Swamp Eyes Evansville, Indiana
Swamp Eyes is an experimental folk project that offers the listener a deep-dive into a stressful, binary world of haunting
fingerstyle guitar and spastic blasts of chaos that somehow satisfyingly coexist.
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