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The Mouth of the Nile
08:10
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I’ve become convinced that nothing we can say will matter
And even if it did
There’s no one left to hear
We shout into the void without echoes to comfort us
I’ve been building a brand new religion
trying to find the words I need to breathe just to keep myself alive.
Through this song I am building a pyramid. It is not glamorous work and do not let anyone tell you otherwise. It is hours of backbreaking labor in the hot sun— dragging stone mile after mile without apparent design. It is important to remember this when building pyramids, but it is not the most important thing. No. What we must never forget— what we must whisper to ourselves after thousands of years when we wake up alone—is that the tomb of the pharaoh is not the pharaoh. It is the hole we make to remind us that our gods will die.
Oh, they’re all laughing at me.
Watching me fail
My head is on the anvil
Always on the anvil
I have let myself forget what has and hasn’t happened yet
Desperation has played upon my fears
But these problems are less than they appear
I’ve been letting metaphors
I’ve been letting metaphors
I’ve been letting metaphors
I’ve been letting metaphors
I’ve been letting metaphors
Been letting metaphors
And all these metaphors
Control my life
It’s all in my mind, it’s all in my mind
God knows, that these problems exist just in my head.
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2. |
I Cover All
05:54
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Centralia will be erased
Perhaps it’s for the best
No phoenix will rise up
Man’s ashes are final
The ground opens up and all falls away
Houses are empty and start to decay
There’s nothing left here
Move on.
But everything we lost is replaced by something new
This town is not a phoenix. It’s a new life form.
And this is how an icon is born, by tearing apart the mundane
And this is where the pilgrims will walk looking for these American Saints
And they bring questions for the fire
We burnt a temple
Watch them come
Centralia,
I’m happy for you, yes I really am.
You never had too great a reason to live for
And it must have felt like making love to the sunrise.
I often wonder about us. Centralia, are we evolving too?
Walk with me and I’ll show you that everything we’ve built is just a mirror of how we wish to be perceived. This is the truth.
We have lost all concept of who defines who.
We change and build new structures, but do they change us?
Some days I just can’t feel whole. Do cities ever feel this way?
Are we just places?
Are we just places?
Are we just places?
How do we know?
We all hope to grow through these disasters, but we can’t last forever.
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3. |
This was Icarus Drowning
04:41
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I tried to transcend what we were given
But I melted my wings and fell to the sea
Now, go and write the poems
Go and paint the landscapes
None of your artworks are able to save me
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we learned how to walk
we learned how to speak
we learned how to read
forgot how to breathe
we learned to believe
in the things that we’ve seen
they ask that we try
so we learned how to lie
Wake up
Wake up
this is the age to move in silence
Wake up
Walk with me on the bottom of the ocean
don’t fear for wasted hours
the short lives we live last a long fucking time
This is the age that we learn to accept that
everything generally will be okay
this is the lie that we all choose to make up
that just alright will be worth it someday
all weak, all weak, all weak, all weak
They say they saw him wave
you’re not wiser when you’re older
you’re not wiser when you’re older
you’re not wiser when you’re older
you’re not wiser – you’re just older
Walk with me on the bottom of the ocean
don’t fear for wasted hours
the short lives we live last a long fucking time
This is the age to let your insight drip away
This is the time to regress
And if I had to live through all of this again
I don’t think I would.
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5. |
Skinny Bells
09:44
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When I look out of that window
There’s nothing waiting on the other side
The light pouring from the lighthouse
Will not help the glowing fish to hide
We can’t be sewn to
The hoists we hang from
The light pouring from the lighthouse
Will not help the glowing fish tonight
I hide what I hide from
Horse meat in the dog food here
Catskills in the duck pond too
I’ve been dieting on gears
So I rattle when I move
Horse meat in the dog food here
Catskills in the duck pond too
I’ve been dieting on gears
So I rattle when I move
Dust on my stethoscope
So all I hear are tiny feet
Dusting off my old stethoscope
Trying to listen to the feast
Dust on my stethoscope
Rust on the gears
Stomach lining bleeding for years
Dust on my stethoscope
Rust on the gears
Man made of mirrors
Man made of mirrors
Guts
Skin of the bells
Smash up the flumes
Transfuse
We need wet blood
Skin the bells
Skin the bells
Skin the bells
bells, bells
The dust pouring from the meat house
Will not bring your skinny bells to light
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6. |
Drown
07:14
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Pieces of Jade collect in our gaze
And we dream of stages far from near
Points on a line become places to hide
And you shout them back to us
Regurgitate the reference they made
Pretend it’s a prayer
Just come up for air
And I won’t mind. We all go to North Carolina when we die
And I know that it’s past time
I’ve gone to South Carolina in my mind
And you don’t even care
Just come up for air
Just come up for air
Just come up for air
Just come up
Just come up for air
(Oh’s and Ah’s)
Just come up for air
And I won’t mind. We all go to North Carolina when we die
And I know that it’s past time
I’ve gone to South Carolina in my mind
We are all in the water
And it flows towards our home
Waist deep in the water
But we’re still close to home
Neck deep in the water
But we're all close to home
We all go to North Carolina when we die
And I don’t mind
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Words For Penga Minneapolis, Minnesota
Words For Penga is a progressive rock band based out of Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA.
All members agree
that they were inspired early on by forward thinking bands that push boundaries in song writing. Some of these include Between the Buried and Me, Modest Mouse, Bon Iver, Explosions in the Sky, In Flames, and many more. Words For Penga writes dynamic music with surprises around every turn.
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