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Enter Manor Farm, the revolution alarm
Where you find Old Major dying
But his fervor's still shining
The creature commandments are set
The beasts of England soon forget
That they have much to gain
Extra rations of grain
The politics are starting, the fauna is being absurd
The animals are talking, and they don't like what the humans heard
The words change but they swear
The changes were always there
The conditions are sadder
While the pigs keep on getting fatter
Boxer is the loyal slave
Who's work is becoming depraved
He's the perfect martyr
Repeating "I will work harder!"
The filthy swine is jaded, being the trend setter
Telling everyone that "4 Legs Good, 2 Legs Better"
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Savior Dream
03:44
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Once I was a savior in the night
I challenged evil to a fight
Watching, there were masks on the sides
We all made the paper reunite
A group of children entered from the right
Circling around somebody's life
I woke from this dream as I cried
They were in the wrong hands this time
Forming below me, the sky wants to show me what they've missed
It can't deceive you but it sure does leave you wrapped in bliss
Though it's all frightening, existing with lightening, I clench my hands
I must pull the lever, the more lost the better, a reason to stand
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The Flight
01:16
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Beaten
04:17
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His body a mess, face down in the new mud
The hues on his face, well his lips drew a brown blood
The hold in his side, it was made by a shotgun
A broken right arm, all this harm to our brethren
He starts to rise to find help from someone, anyone
In the empty streets he cries out for the heavens
These screams are heard by a lonely old woman
Who takes him in and says "Please rest my son"
She bathed and fed that broken soul
She opened her heart like the boy had never known
For when he healed and left he thanked her so
She gave him love that he could take where he would go
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Statistic
05:09
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Blank, your face depicts a blank stare
And you show no emotion that I can read
And I'm trying to be realistic
But I feel like I'm some strange statistic
You keep on feeding them fodder
You keep on giving them dirt
Well if your lungs tell you no
And your hair says that it's grown a little long
Well I'm trying to confront the feeling
When my grave just looks so appealing
Many say that thought is morbid
They just need more time to think
By the time you call, by the time you write,
By the time I'm fed up with the glue in your mouth
I'll be sipping juice
I'm trying to find a good reason
Why I exited life for a season
Hopefully it's not expensive
Maybe it's one great big hoax
Frankly I don't understand it
We'll just all laugh at this joke
When I return, they'll be no flags waving
And no trumpets playing
Just the truth that I learned that their
Lives go on without me there
Makes no difference the 6 months that I shared
With actors, hacks, angels, and witches
They all have their separate quirks
Some of them may be demonic
Others are way beyond worth
Live alone, lived in solitude
Mistaken as rude by more than one
What I had, it was good for me
But you should have seen what I really was
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That Old Familiar Tune
04:19
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Let's sing that old familiar tune
The one that makes us feel brand new
Let's sing it soft with dignity
Let's sing the one you sang for me
Oh no, there's a price sitting on my head
And my heart and my home
Oh my, there must be a better reason to die
Now that I am finding it hard to stay awake
Let's sing that old familiar tune
The one that keeps our voices true
We'll sing through wreckage and debris
Let's sing the one you sang for me
So new, so alive and so imbued
With the power of Christ
Oh please, don't rely on "probably"
I know you need to figure your head out
Let's sing that old familiar tune
The one that pierces our souls through
We'll sing through darkness and the light
We'll belt it out all through the night
There's a light war hanging right above the stairs
Gentleness and healing, the auras everywhere
Spirits float around us singing that same song
Hold my hand, we'll sing along
Resist. Lions and lambs can coexist
And I miss the way the world looked then
If I leave, carry on this melody
Please receive it, like it was your child
Your child, your child
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Blessed Wisdom
03:51
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Clouds are forming, it's still the morning
Layered mountains call
Emotions take us to the snowy crests then fall
The desert's honest, I made a promise
From where it meant the most
One from joy and passion, LOVE and fashion seeds
Planted in unstable dust
Can you trust my faith in what we've done?
My tongue is either silent or dead
And if our heads don't congeal into one
I'm afraid there's nothing more than should be said
Here, we're on top of us, a booming metropolis
Is felt by you and me
The lights are flickering by our bickering has to cease
It's confusing, whether I'm choosing
Or if God's hand does lead
All the right places where our faces come to meet
My faith is stronger, just listen to the song birds
With voices from on high
Throw away the bullets, I'll open my fist to gather yours
The clouds are slowly blowing by
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Stand Point Theory
03:52
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This is holy ground, we're causing it strife
The air is so clear, it cuts with my knife
A blue tint surrounds, contrasting my voice
I'm starting to choke, from all this noise
If the sun should rise, may it shine out the brighter
What's wrong with my hands? They're colder than snow
The audience stands and waves as I go
You say you don't need me, I admit I was greedy
I got so offended when your hands extended
The lilacs were tasted, were those feelings wasted?
To hold and to heal are for others to feel
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Interpretations, our conversations
In a car at 3 AM
There's no place we haven't been
In the corners of this town
Lyrics:
Here my friends I must confess
I'm a hypocrite and a mess
Both new and old, limp with me down the road
I would have given up on me long ago
About my friends, I'm not ashamed
They've blessed me and they've blessed me all the same
Time tends to separate but we'll never hike alone
And we know where we always have a home
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Field Day
04:56
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Into the yesterday, I smell the fresh cut grass
A scent that lingers but moves on too fast
I inhale all the fuzz running through the air
Cautiously, the footsteps lightly tread
Eggshells crack from the boots overhead
I notice you sideways, I notice you everywhere
The rest are holding a field day that they sent
Faith, Jealously, Love, Abandonment
Chairs at all the receptions are absent
In a place where your soul pays rent
All the contracts abiding, inviting
Pinching cheeks while the cross hair is split
He's got the bends as he tastes my spit
Rest assured it always comes together
With a bow tie and boots made of leather
Here I stand the clock reads "15 past"
Still taking in that fresh cut grass
Do I not care or am I learning to laugh?
So poised, passions ensue
A vinyl record spins another round for you
It astounds, the pounds, they're still so heavy
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Pocket Vinyl Norwich, Connecticut
The Basics about Pocket Vinyl:
-Eric Stevenson slams on the piano and sings while
Elizabeth Jancewicz paints on stage
-The songs are mainly about death, sexuality, silence, uncertainty, and defiant hope.
-They've made many comics, records, and a film, and played over 1000 shows, and they have no plans to stop
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