1. |
The Tale Of
05:47
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I sat alone waiting for death
Under my blanket of snow
A resting place for my companions
Massacred in their approach
But heaven don’t speak with a wretch
Unlike the books that I’ve read
Now I sit by the fire, cursed with my life
And images I can’t forget
Lo, be my curse
History in reverse
Selfless hands, fellow cries
They will scar me in time
And have I heard things in the night?
The shadow men in their disguise
Well they’re whispering terrible things
Struck echoes with medicine eyes
And I get lost in circles
Tripping over people
And who I used to be
Comes weeping out of my seams
Well I may as well call it my home here
I hear the echoes calling
I hear the anger in me
I walk the tightrope to the edge of
The cavern in the trees
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2. |
The Magnetic Ridge
06:05
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We stockpiled for the season
Strangling the trees
Tied down shelter from the rain
And slowly drew a map ahead
It stood there in a dream
Black door never to be seen
Calling my name, awaiting
For the paces of my feet
Fading eye in the room
While the candle is alight
Lay me down in the womb’s
Inescapable divide
And we make it to the sanctum
I’m hearing voices in the tunnels
I sense some tension in my brothers
And I taste the evil on my breath
But as we edge on the the centre
As we make our move, a vibe sinks in
Like a telegram from the stars
Those feelings coming over me
Those symptoms of the mind
They’re warding me away
But I belong here inside
Fading eye in the room
While the candle is alight
Lay me down in the womb’s
Inescapable divide
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3. |
De La Luna
01:24
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4. |
Rat Poisoning
06:41
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As the light creeps in the hall
And the dust-mites wait to feed
The old black rat designs his palace
Nestled in amongst the filth
He gathers junk and useless things
Never straying from the deadline
With Winter’s clutch prolonged
And death ‘round the corner
The old black rat heals from the poison of disorder
I caught a rat and cornered it
Yeah he was hiding in shadows of my mind
And I felt the cold of Winter on his back
And only the sunlight shining down upon his head
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5. |
Dream Sequence 1
00:21
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6. |
Langolier
04:18
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Lightning digs the ground, terraforms the earth
Waking creature of deliverance
Covered face with intricate veneer
A firing line that I’m in
Just a bite of the apple
Overtakes my mind
I should swim but I’ll paddle
Langolier never far behind
Weary on my heals
In the path of time
Weary on my heals
As the tangle winds
Death sets out to drink the impotence of man
Life spent praying for deliverance
Caught up in another web of denial
And deaf to the spiders
Weary on my heals
In the path of time
Weary on my heals
As the tangle winds
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7. |
Stray
04:44
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Found my way in through a latch on the window
Came inside from the pouring rain
Man with a woman now she is a widow
Freedom’s only a step away
I need a release
I upset the peace
I need to evict
I need to feel sick
Am I wasting away?
I can tell you that I ain’t
Lead my own destiny
And you’ve been wrangled by another stray
I continue to share in my burdens
With the people who stand in my way
I see them rolling in on the horizon
With pistols held in their hands
And eyes fixed on the bottom line
Am I wasting away?
I can tell you that I ain’t
Lead my own destiny
And you’ve been wrangled by another stray
A wolf with the pigs
Yeah I suffocate
While chained up to a post
I’m reprimanded
And they’re wrong
I’m the one who will burn out the sun
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8. |
Dream Sequence 2
00:36
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9. |
The Painter In The Woods
05:24
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I paint the leaves condition
The northern flickers
In their positions
And I take the earths commanding
From where I’m standing
I see it all change
Like a young hare to a bonfire
They only want to heal me
So I give in
They only want to feel me
So I
Dive into the wishing well
Where my life and death repeat
There is a seer in this forest
A kind of keeper of the gate
Who has been standing there with outstretched arms
Awaiting our embrace
She has been lonely
Beginning to feel unheard
But she understands that only a select few choose to listen
But I’m just here to paint
I cannot bend the fabric of things like you can
Well,
Maybe I could
Just a little further down
Yeah
Maybe I could
If I just keep on heading down
Down
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10. |
Absolved Pt. 1
03:56
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I feel violent ideas in my walls
And they’re paper thin
I’m now acquainted with every side of myself
I’ve been trying to reject
Now I run from the time tidal wave
And I chase the completion
I’ve been tied down and burned at the stake
Well there’s blood at the foot of my door
Where you came in
Well I ain’t gonna wait
And victimise myself
And I ain’t gonna stay
Be crucified by someone else
A man writes his name in the book
My blood on his hands
A man writes his name in the book
My blood on his hands
Never seeing a beginning
Ain’t ever giving in
A man writes his name in the book
My blood on his hands
Never seeing a beginning
Never, never giving in
A man writes his name in the book
With my blood on his hands
Never seeing a beginning
Only ever giving in
At the end
Of everything
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11. |
Absolved Pt. 2
02:50
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12. |
Black Road
05:30
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The sun is down inside of me
Ain’t no cloud I can see
The river’s high as a peregrine
It’s felt lower than a creek
Well it’s no one’s need to heal my pain
When I reflect on where I’ve been
The visions dance before I sleep
And the night, yeah she strips me of her peace
I see shame behind me and another black road ahead
To be indiscreet is unlike me
I don’t want to believe this is a “personal collapsing” kind of thing
Cause as far as I can see I ain’t alone here
I don’t want to believe this is a “quit it all and kick back” kind of thing
But as far as I can see that’s in the essence of what it is
Because the wheels are rollin’
And I’m looking back again
I said the wheels are rollin’
And I can’t embrace myself
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Jack Harlon &The Dead Crows Melbourne, Australia
Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows is a Fuzz/Psych/Doom/Blues project focussing on the exploits of a drug-addicted outlaw in the
west.
Contact: jackharlondeadcrows@gmail.com
Social: www.facebook.com/jackharlondoom/
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