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I am the Bad idea,
I am the Bad persuasion,
Dilettantes in the kitchen as everything implodes,
Reparations in the mind are a warning to run away,
Grab a hatchet, a flashlight, and run, run away.
I am the Bad idea,
I am the Gold torpedo,
Dilettantes in the dark make an entrance in the dark.
And she picked this night, but it doesn't mean she had a choice,
Oh the bear hunter's wife fears the claws that will rake through her home,
And if everyone shall judge she shall weep as a partitioned stone:
She's all right!
We own the enemies of your life, we own it all, we own it all,
We own the sun at our command, we own the sun, we own the sun
We are the enemies of our light, and we command them to fall upon their swords
And leave a blasting impression, and the archways of power are broken,
And: Who
said
the
gate
was
shut,
the
gate
was
only
made
for
you, and:
I kissed a girl, she was the only one who seemed to own a shard of light,
She's all right, and it's all right
- Album:
- Something to Hide
- Pickpocket’s Locket
- Pickpocket’s Pocket Alternates and Demos
- Tears Of The Valedictorian
- Golden River
- Future Is Inter-Disciplinary Or Not At All
- The Folded Palm
- Emboldened Navigator (EP)
- The Bloody Hand
- Ego Scriptor
- The Golden River
- Chosen
- Jeffrey Hyman Was a Ramone
- Daytrotter Session
- No Tsuris
- Dead Oceans Spring 2010 Sampler
- Shpilkes