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The Book And The Canal (2005)
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Idle Hands
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Throws Daggers
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Air Conditioned Nightmare Days
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Drone Home
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When the evening sun is setting low
Blinding you on your drive home
And the lanes of traffic all converge
Causing you to curse every other word
For to wish it all away

Daily grind's got your screw stripped
No can of wd40 can fix your situation
Seems to be losing steam

Dream's been dropped on credit cards
And false hope pumping out of your soul
Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end
Drive it further deep into the ground
Till the point's dull as your skull
And the same sun that you curse
Powers your hybrid heart home

If only this car would move half a smidge

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Strange feeling you get
When you cross the switchbacks and bring it on home
Just the farther and farther you drift
Like that old crow, that's beaten and worn
It's been a long day, been a long way
Fly your little wing
Old crow, old crow, battered and worn all your
Feathers
Now you're tattered and torn

All that silver sparkles in your teeth
While it rains in your heart
Swallowed it under, swallowed it down
Gonna take a little sip, gonna meet them boys downtown
Old crow, feeling kinda worn and worn out
Old crow, gonna take a sip, and pass it around, pass
It around

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Wait to rise long after dark
Been asleep at least three solid days
Wandering round this house just like a ghost
Searching for something in this life
That would fill the holes and satisfy
Your need to please everybody else
While your nerves shatter and fall apart
Wear out the grip-tape wrapped round your heart

Now you're dressed and ready for the kill
Check if your friends are asleep in bed
Same ones who left you to yourself
Make some noise and take a walk outside
All those years you kept the pain inside
Strangled any chance to love your own
And veer from your collision course
But you'd rather go out in a ball of flame
Grip-tape your name

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It's a simple mistake
When you've painted over your painting
And it needs no more speaking

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Dying of thirst, could I still be alive or worse
Where was I last, parked on the street when a shadow
Was cast
Taking me out, a struggle ensued
What was that hole in my shirt and the blood that
Spilled to the floor
Like a dead man's

Focus is blurred and a voice off camera is heard
The lighting's to blame, tell the assistant director
The same
Pulling away to a final dissolve
Soundtrack provides a lush bed of strings
Before the screen fades to black
And the credits rise above like the soul of
A dead man
Wandering on

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Right outta port angeles like a bullet with no pain
Driving north on the harbor freeway
Up and over st thomas vincent bridge
Making stops as you go, everyone you used to know
Flashing your fury, gonna lay your enemies to waste

Never hear them when they come
Hear them when they come

Drop 'em to the floor, settle every score as you roll
On
Out of the southbay, into the san bernadinos
Down into the valley drivin' to meet your connection

Driving with the bass
Never heard you when you come
When you come
Heavy with the bass
Never heard you

Drop 'em to the floor blood pumping thru your vein
Riding off with the score

Driving 'neath the stars, you pull over to the side
A voice trickles from your heart
Now the bleeding won't stop
Now the bleeding won't stop
Drivin' you insane
Heavy with the bass
Only a bullet could stop your pain
Never heard you when you come
Never heard you when you come

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Near the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake

With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands

An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits

For a stranger's one mistake

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Come on back here into the kitchen
You gotta see this one
You gotta see it close
They told you be careful
Don't trust no one but yourself
Be careful

In the kitchen with one bare light bulb
The floor manager is your best of friends
And out late when the drinking crowd weighs in
Way up late reading your book "kiss and tell"

Kiss and tell, don't trust no one but yourself
Kiss and tell, trust no one
You're under your spell
You can't trust yourself
You're under your spell
Under your spell

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Through plumes of smoke
A few houses a blaze
Your eyes scan over the water
Where the city's outline is faded and erased

Cries in the night
After the storm
Arms entangled in wave and wire
Frozen below in the darkness

Days float
Buildings sway
Tensions rise with the waters
As the sense of your fears worsen

What's at stake
Once the levee breaks
No one could imagine not returning
Nor the shots that echo and ringing

No second line
Will lay you down
The delta moon weeps and weeps
As the tide folds it little babies to sleep
'neath the darkness
Sleep now sleep
Sleep now sleep

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Idle Hands

[No lyrics]

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Throws Daggers

[No lyrics]

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Air Conditioned Nightmare Days

[No lyrics]

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Drone Home

[No lyrics]

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