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When Sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips to pave for them
And thrones from which to teach
And in that pulse the future said
Story had been spun
Wet your bed so sleep in it
Cards can't make a house
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's why I'll magnify a hole
When light years came and light years passed
Tugging on the brink
Spoils reported missing
Put down in its sleep
Strangled in the background
Fitted for a mask
Future won't believe you
Past the ransom fast
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's why I'll magnify a hole
Don't beat around the pulpit there is no lost and found
Where is the devil waiting trying to disguise?
I've seen what you used to look like
But down here you won't survive
I've got the weight of half of the world
Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake
I won't come home if you can't come home
Even if you make a grave with my name
I've got the weight of half of the world
You'd better keep on looking for me
I won't come home if you can't come home
Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's when I'll magnify a hole (In your abdomen)
Find me the head
And I'll show you the body
Lay it to rest
Don't say you're sorry
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Shut off the TV and peel off those sunday gloves,
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting,
Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today,
After 40 years of toil he just up and walked away.
Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes.
He shrugged when I asked him about it.
He said, 'Young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say,
Now there comes a time for a man to walk away'.
Walk away (walk away) I'll be a parade,
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way (dissuade) I'll sure take some time,
To burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind.
He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold.
I'm not sure but I think he was trying.
He told me about the weather and something old to pay.
'But tomorrow,' he said, 'I'm gonna surely walk away'.
Walk away (walk away) I'll be a parade.
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way (dissuade) I'll take my sweet time
And burn all the bridges that I leave behind.
Walk away (walk away) I'll be a parade,
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade.
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We just happy robot.
Live on hill of bean.
You and I, cut from same cloth.
Rippin' at the seams.
Cut, snip, cut.
Don't forget to remember,
The devil's got pills in his eyes.
Look, laugh, but don't touch.
Cut you down to size.
Cut, up, cut (shut up).
Cut, up, cut.
You would know.
My girl's all out of focus,
It ain't no big surprise.
Daddy got his gun loaded,
Got crosshairs in his eyes.
Shut, up, oh.
Shut, up, oh.
You would know.
You would know.
You would know.
You would know, oh
You would know.
But you would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know, oh
You would know.
You would know.
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And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green?
And did that anthropocentric God
Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen?
I don't think so
He's up there with the others laying low
Vying with those
Who you've traded your life to
To bless your soul
And have they told you how to think
Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?
Or have you escaped from scrutiny
And regaled yourself with depravity?
Now we all see
Religion is just synthetic frippery,
Unnecessary in our expanding global culture efficiency
And don't you fear this impasse
We have built to our future?
Ever so near
And oh so austere
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Eulogy (Tool Cover)
08:51
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He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him. [2x]
We're gonna miss him. [2x]
Yeah, so long.
We wish you well.
Told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well, so long.
Don't cry, yeah,
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him. [2x]
Yeah, no way, yeah, to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.
But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
Took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.
Yeah, standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade 'cause I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, and
Someone who would die for me.
Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fucking lie.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fucking lie.
You claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?
He had a lot to say. [2x]
He had a lot of nothing to say. [2x]
Come down.
Get off your fucking cross.
We need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For our sins and our lies.
Goodbye.
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Lyrics by Alkaline Trio:
You were like a toilet bowl at the end of the rainbow
Something like a pot of gold stuck under my pillow
Keeping me up at night you kept my head spinning
And wishing there were windows to throw you from
Throw you from
Day or night
Fuck if I know
Hard to tell with no fucking window
And sundials
What good are sundials once the sun is gone?
What are you good for?
And we laid in my bed like a train wreck
And we both got laid like concrete
And we fought like soldiers
But we died.. we died like flies
Day or night
Fuck if I know
Hard to tell with no fucking window
And sundials
What good are sundials once the sun is gone?
What are you good for?
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Lavatory Service Baku, Azerbaijan
Lavatory Service is a one-man project, a conceptual fusion of wide variety of genres mainly focusing on psychedelic, progressive and stoner sound.
Created, recorded, mixed and mastered by Sadig Alizada.
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