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Gutbucket
03:22
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Get a bucket, grab a pan.
To catch the blood of this sacrificial lamb
Gut me open, find an empty cavity
Gutbucket's got what I can't keep inside of me
Staring at me as I draw in my last breath,
The sun casts a shadow over the angel of death
Cigarette burning right up to his lips
Knife is glistening, wipes the blood off on his hips.
Grandpa's laughing as he cuts the chicken's neck.
Throws it at me with a raspy smoker's laugh
My heart slips out of my hand and its pulsing on the ground.
Somebody get a bucket the flies are buzzing, circling round.
Hail stings my face, frogs are falling from the sky
Blood down the doors, tears are falling from my eyes
Thick as midnight, darker than the deepest sea
Got a vision of river, turns to blood in front of me
The tablets crumble, words are etched upon our hearts
Mother, father, son and daughter, brother, sisters torn apart
I can see the vultures, condemned to die alone
High upon a hillside made of skulls and human bone.
Children play, look up when they hear cries
Can't erase their vision, can't wash it from their eyes
Only God can help us in our final hour of need
A sacrifice, a condemnation, a bitter pill, a hateful deed.
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Take a Picture
03:09
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Take a picture to remember where you've been
Take a picture to remember these places now and then.
And when they come into view, that moment is through
And part of you is too
So take a picture to remember all you've known
Keep this picture so you can see how much you've grown,
Or stayed the same, when you wait here in vain, another moments come and gone
(Bridge) Time ticks away with all we've seen, All we've been shown, where does it go?
The words we speak, it's here we stay, the love we give, the love we've known.
So take a picture before the fade, before the change
What you'll see in pictures is somehow never quite the same,
As the lows and the highs, that you've seen with your eyes,
The captions been written in your brain
(Bridge)
So how you feeling, now you got to the last page? Ideas get cloudy as the pictures start to fade. And you're afraid to look down, for the fear that you'll drown in the swirl of memories from then to now.
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Hold Your Hands Up High
03:17
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The Rabbit's Hole
06:21
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When everything has come undone, and you've searched for where it all went wrong, well quiet your mind when these thoughts take hold and come along with me.
Sit upon the grassy knoll and wait for what you'll see
You can't stand too close or you'll lose your grip and into the deep and dark you'll slip, where all is lost through the sands of time, buried indiscriminately. And what was simple as a nursery rhyme, takes on its own complexity
Pre-Chorus: If you're not patient you will never catch a glimpse of what you've come to see. Too busy searching for the stars that will only lead you blind. Turn off your flashlight, listen for the creatures scurrying down in the leaves. You cannot catch it but its here to set your senses free
Chorus: Just to see all your eyes have seen, you can't tell what's for real. Don't feel what you thought you'd feel. When it takes hold, and you feel like your letting go, like its opening up a door, falling down through the rabbit's hole
The sands of time drip from up above and you're wondering where you are. You look up where the sky once was in hopes to find a star, to hang upon, but you're real gone. Now is the only true salvation your own creativity? Without these thoughts you'd just dissolve like particles of light through a raging sea. If there is no you, there is no me.
Pre-Chorus/Chorus
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Revelero
03:17
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Eli, I Love You
02:16
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I'd tell you if I had the words, uh-huh
And I'd keep them caged, 'til they'd been heard, uh-huh
Not just the words, but what they mean
And I'd take a picture of this living dream
To show you that I love you, I love you
We set adrift together and apart,
As we sailed rough seas forever stumbling out into the dark.
But you found the shoreline and I found the sunshine because I love you, Eli, I love you
Eli, won't you understand, these are just the words from a shaky poet's hand, I tried to show you deep what's in my heart.
A love that lasts through hurt and pain, and won't fade or wash out in the rain, when the April showers come to claim the icy winter winds that blow
A love that scares me when I think about, just how much I need you both within me and without. A love that comes deep from my soul.
Eli, I love you. Eli, I love you.
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Dry Land
04:02
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Years ago there was a man, took my mother by the hand.
Sowed his seed and left dry land
She woke up and he'd come and gone
Nine month later I came along.
She dropped his letter and stood there.
Took a drink, then chewed her hair.
Cursed his name into the air.
Closed her eyes and stood her ground,
As the earth went spinning round
Chorus:
While tides were turning and the endless waves turn over
In a submarine beneath the stormy seas.
He thought himself something of a rover,
Who could never spend too much time on dry land.
The quartermaster disembarked,
wandered streets of Shanghai after dark.
Got a tattoo of a shark on his pasty, white skin.
Showed the tracks of where he'd been.
In the dark, he never saw the knife,
Nor the eyes of the man who took his life,
As his last words vanished in the night
Chorus:
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Swimming in the Ether
01:38
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I'm waiting on a distant thunder, I'm waiting for a steady rain to come and wash me away.
To send the ripples across the water, to flood the empty boat that circles out around in the lake.
They told me everyone's got troubles, it's just sometimes they like to drag you and take you away. You make me forget all my worries. Come put your loving arms around me, you can make it okay.
I left you wrapped in sheets and sleeping. How could I kiss or wake an angel that's so dark and so true.
I wound up swimming in the ether, in between the living and the dreaming of someone like you.
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Nathaniel T. Lesser Portland, Maine
N.T. has been writing and recording music since he was 12, when he would quietly sing and play into a handheld tape recorder like he was keeping a secret. Since then he has been sharing. The Portland Press Herald says, “Whale Songs for Beginners is a quirky, little record. As it happens, it’s also a good record, with a heartfelt earnestness that belies its DIY aesthetic.” Take a listen! ... more
Nathaniel T. Lesser recommends:
My first record with the Mutant Strains. Punk, pop, bossa nova, reggae, surf rock, garage...it's all there!
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