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From The Flowers of Mel
03:19
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From The Flowers of Mel
Split the hair of the camel that bit you
through the eye of the needle loomin…and
while the Holy Criers cry and the
Holy Cantors cant, you
watch the spittle drip from the
Evangelist. And you’re
still exempt. Yeah, you’re
still exempt. Yeah,
always,
always exempt…
300 silver coins. 300
pieces of silver. Glowing
across the map. Shining
points of purchase.
300 silver coins…They can
change the signs. I'll still
find my way around,
find my way around.
Invert the values. I'll still
find my way around.
Conflate the symbols. I'll still
find my way around.
You'll be Phlogiston. And I’ll
be Entanglement. And you’ll
be Betamax. And I’ll
be The Cloud. And
you’ll be a sandpainting. And I’ll
be the first broadcast. And
you’ll be forgotten. And I’ll
be sung aloud.
We listen to the
sizzle of the silence, and
nothing beckons like
flowers on excrement.
We listen to the
sizzle of the silence, and
nothing beckons like
flowers on excrement.
We listen to the
sizzle of the silence, and
nothing beckons like
flowers on excrement.
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2. |
Box
04:33
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Box
I got me a box of songs
I feel a wave comin’ on
It slips through my fingers
Like the glitter in your hair
Your stance don’t work with me
Pretentious, yeah, you’re happy
You’re living the lie, mouth
flappin’ all the time
Empty bottle, top
of the well, could be fire
Could be light
Not for me, though,
for me it’s always night
I think who we are
I think what we do
And I wonder why
And I wonder how
I think who we are
I think what we do
And I wonder why
And I wonder how
Aint no Cloud Nine here
Don’t take no genius
to parse that out
Your sideways logic
won’t go far with me
I know there’s always
a fifth Ace up your sleeve
I think who we are
I think what we do
And I wonder why
And I wonder how
I think what we are
I think who we do
And I wonder how
And I wonder why
I got me a box of songs
I feel a wave comin’ on
It slips through my fingers
Like the glitter in your hair
Your stance won’t work with me
Pretentious, yeah, you’re happy
You’re living the lie, mouth
flappin’ all the time
I think who we are
I think what we do
And I wonder why
And I wonder how
I think what we are
I think who we do
And I wonder how
And I wonder why
Empty bottle, top
of the well
Could be fire
Could light
Not for me, though,
for me it’s always night
I think who we are
I think what we do
And I wonder why
And I wonder how
I think what we are
I think who we do
And I wonder how
And I wonder why
I think what we are
I think who we do
And I wonder how
And I wonder why
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3. |
Stockholm Syndrome
04:21
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Stockholm Syndrome
Yesterday, I woke up with the sky on fire.
It was sunset; no I hadn’t been in bed.
I was asleep like everyone else was asleep,
but the fire in the sky wouldn’t let me sleep
no more.
And I remembered all the fires burning everywhere.
And I remembered all the people putting out the fires.
And I remembered all the people running from the fires.
And I remembered all the people lighting all the fires.
The whole country’s got
Stockholm syndrome
You’re not foolin’ me,
Foolin’ me a bit
And I remembered all the fires burning everywhere.
And I remembered all the people putting out the fires.
And I remembered all the people running from the fires.
And I remembered all the people lighting all the fires.
Yesterday, I woke up with the sky on fire.
It was sunset; no I hadn’t been in bed.
I was asleep like everyone else was asleep,
but the fire in the sky wouldn’t let me sleep
no more.
And I remembered all the fires burning everywhere.
And I remembered all the people putting out the fires.
And I remembered all the people running from the fires.
And I remembered all the people lighting all the fires.
Then I remembered all of the people as the sky burned.
Then I remembered all of the people as the sky burned.
Then I remembered all of the people as the sky burned.
Then I remembered all of the people as the sky burned.
Then I just remembered all of the people.
Yesterday, I woke up with the sky on fire.
It was sunset; no I hadn’t been to bed.
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4. |
Thin Wind
02:17
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5. |
Cactus Skull
02:16
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Cactus Skull
Everyone always goes away, goes away all of the time.
It surely seems to be the slowest traffic you've ever seen.
Everyone: preoccupied and fleeing.
Muttering songs as the radio fades in and out.
Then you're past it.
Because you didn't want to be,
want to be anywhere.
Now look around you: nothing, no one, nowhere.
Caught down under heavy skies between
the edges of long hills. No map. Not lost.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Everyone: preoccupied and fleeing.
Muttering songs as the radio fades in and out.
Then you're past it. Because you didn't want to be.
Then you're past it. Because you didn't want to be.
Then you're past it. Because you didn't want to be.
Then you're past it.
Because you didn't want to be anywhere.
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6. |
The Ambulance
05:06
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The Ambulance
Every time I start out
I get lost
It’s a long run
And everything
Needs to be
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
Seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s the money
And the ticket
And the things
I gotta leave
Now I
Really must
Take
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
Seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s the money
And the ticket
And the things
I gotta leave
Now I
Really must
Take
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
Seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
All of the fallen opinions
And the things too
Good to be true
Flippin’ coins ahead of
The ambulance
We stunt men all
Gotta pay
We all gotta pay
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
Seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
If this was something
You wanted like
The best things in life
I'd walk there I know it
Cut a line
In the ground
So deep it’d
Stay that way
Cut a line
In the ground
So deep
I'd walk there I know it
Cut a line
In the ground
So deep it’d
Stay that way
It’d stay that way
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
There’s seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing right here
Seven kinds of nothing
Seven kinds of nothing for me
Fallen opinions
Things too
Good to be true
Just ahead of
The ambulance
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American Fado Los Angeles, California
Underground space country garage punk. Yeah, that's what we said.
Or how about you just listen and tell
us what we sound like?
We like that plan best.
American Fado is:
Charles Claymore: Guitar; Bass; Synth; Baritone Guitar; Vocals;
Ustad Morelock: Guitar; Baritone Guitar;
Brian Redfern: electronica, bass, oud
Dave Miech: keys, backing vocals, percussion
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