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Cycles
02:58
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when the cops all arrived they were wasted on us
when the parents arrived they were wasted on us and our youth,
on our youth, honor you
send us a letter if you miss home enough
you should know all your lies are all wasted on us
when the fact we survived isn't wasted on us and our youth
on our youth, honor you
send us a letter if you miss home enough
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Jacob's Ladder
03:12
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office army soldier, last day you'll get older.
we're gonna win you over. we're gonna win the war.
we're gonna take it over. we're gonna take control.
And when we're through it, we'll run right through it once more
thanking god it’s over. sun has run for cover.
we're gonna win you over. we're gonna win the war.
we're gonna take it over. we're gonna take control.
And when we're through it, we'll run right through it once more
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Corners
03:17
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They paint you in corners. They draw you from lines.
Saw the angles they needed to color you right.
Better down than out when no one is talking about those that you lost
Circle him. He’s sees no shapes. Better down than out when no is talking about those that you loved.
Close your ears. Close your eyes. Don’t stand out. Just stand there and wait in line.
Close your ears and close your mind. Don’t stand out. Just stand there and wait in line.
Your windows are empty. You’re blue is not sky. You forget where you started. Perspective’s not right. Better down than out when no is talking about those that you loved.
Close your ears. Close your eyes. Don’t stand out. Just stand down and wait in line.
Close your ears and close your mind. Don’t stand out. Just stand down and wait in line.
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California
04:16
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Yes, of course of course the pain is never gone
I pledge allegiance to the setting of your sun
And as Ohio goes the country always goes, but California
Regret a lot of things, but never who you love
unless you want someone we're not thinking of
There’s a reason, it's held so high above
in California, California is natural
Oh, please relieve me of my voice.
Please relieve me of choices.
Son, there’s a devil in your vices.
Please relieve me of my voice.
Yes, of course of course you’re penniless, you’re broke
Hallelujah to the setting of your father’s sun
As Ohio goes the country always goes,
But California is natural.
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Atmosphere
03:10
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Birthday candles make you crow. Don’t look now they’re gonna tear your eyes out.
Best of luck with best in show. Oh my god you said too much.
Don’t look now they’re gonna tear your lines out. A perfect answer could blow them all away.
There’s a reason my heart looks so hard to break
Help me ‘cause I want you ‘cause you want me to
A breath of fresh air deep inside LA’s downtown.
Let’s generate some atmosphere
Hypnotized but not enough. Memorized but cannot understand it. A lullaby could cure us all
Better close your eyes now. Better close your eyes, my darling.
What’s the point for me to say there’s no hope in LA. Praise yourself, appraise yourself
You better get some. Before you know it you are gonna need a handgun.
Aim like you mean it if you want the truth, you’ve only one shell and it’s blank
You better get some. Before you know it you are gonna need a shotgun.
Aim it at your forehead if you want the truth. You’ve only got one shell and well let’s hope it’s blank. Let’s generate some atmosphere.
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The Edge
02:43
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End of the rope. They don’t want me alive. I’m on the edge of an edge of a knife.
I see your eyes burn in every single fire. I count the days but I can’t count the nights. We won’t come back from this. Buried by the weight of all this silence. I used to hear your songs from birds on a wire. I tried to sing along but can’t get it right. Every word would burn and choke out the sound. I tried to drink it in but can’t get it down, keep it down. We won’t come back from this. Buried by the weight of all this silence.
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Etalia
03:14
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Careful like a cannonball breaking on the castle walls you aimed at well above.
Careful, careful with this one.
Remember when you broke my arm? Blood’s still rushing to the scar.
Six weeks with nothing on. A parting gift from those ones love.
Sorry, old man. A line in the sand.
Bite down on this while we carve out your phantom limbic heart.
A gift from those you lost. All these years and now it’s gone.
Sorry, old man. You asked for her hand.
Safer. Safest. Who still needs your love at all. Careful, careful with this one.
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Generals
03:37
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Generals are kicking down our doors but most of us are not at home. The chemicals make sirens in our hearts. The semaphores are not our own. Please don’t leave. Please I won’t die old. I won’t die young. It’s never been my war. I can’t take it on. Kerosene and matches when it’s cold. Sentiment could burn us whole. Centerfolds lack kindness and your charms. The centerpiece ain’t natural. Please I won’t die old. I won’t die young. It’s never been my war. I can’t take it on.
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I Found You
02:59
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How you survived in the dust. Buried alive. Only just. Three days and nights, a thousand cuts, no one for miles. As quickly as it comes it goes. See you when my eyes are closed. I found your leaves had fallen. I found your wings had come apart. The sound of starting over. The sound of barely beating hearts. A storm in late October. A storm that’s never been undone.
“Hey man, there’s no survivors. Just move on! It buried everyone.” Still, I found you. I found you. I found you. I found you this way.
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You're Done
01:47
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Climb a tree and reach for the edge. Rotten apple wrought with knowledge. Your days grow short. Your nights forgone. Wasted on the vices of the young. You’re done (You’re dust). Rest assured your songs are sung and they will all still be there when you’re gone. You’re done (You’re dust). Scatological your voices, dressed with clean and sober choices. Reticent when held too tight. Crying when no one will hold you down. Your time to finally get off the ground. Learn the differences of safe and sound. You’re done (You’re dust). I propose a toast to what is.
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Manuok San Diego, California
Manuok is a touring band from San Diego, Ca. and a recording project of Scott Mercado. The band is Geoff Hill, Jeff Grasmick, Erik Berg, and Andrew Trecha.
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