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I Remember Rainfall
01:25
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I remember rainfall
That washed the whole landscape clean
While stable, thick, permanent roots held the earth in place for us all to plant our feet
Oh oh oh oh, where has it gone to?
Rain brings us none of the repose that it used to
I remember lightning
It used to make everything shine
The water on the leaves went from dark and unnerving to brilliant and sublime
Oh oh oh oh, where has it gone to?
It always stays dark when the thunder rolls through
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Rolling Storm
05:09
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Even though there may be snow, I think I’ll spend the day outside
Listening to frozen trees and earth; I think they tame my pride
Roger could come home at any time; I’ll make some spiced beef stew
Besides, the clouds look menacing; it’s safer there, and warmer too
Come on, Rolling Storm, won’t you light up that sky again? (x2)
Come on, Rolling Storm, won’t you light up that sky?
Hand extended, Roger asked me why his efforts were ignored
“The ocean’s gorgeous,” Roger said, “and ripe for swimming; come! once more!”
Gracefully, I told him I would not accept his outstretched hand
So he brusquely forced his wrath into my ears and I collapsed to the sand
Come on, Rolling Storm, won’t you light up that sky again? (x2)
Come on, Rolling Storm, won’t you light up that sky?
Come on, Rolling Storm, won’t you light up that sky again? (x4)
Come on, Rolling Storm, won’t you light up that sky?
I remember darkness
Chasing me through the streets
Passing by buildings containing my discarded hope and dead, blank memories
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3. |
Are You Happy?
04:30
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Come back home with me; I really wish you’d come home
Come back home with me; I really wish you wouldn’t Uber alone
Come back home with me, or at least explain what’s rendered you mute
Do you believe I believe your stated intentions? Do you even believe in truth?
I’d really rather take a cab; I must process and think
I’d really rather take the train; I don’t know why, nor does my shrink.
I’d really rather have my night to myself; I must rot in silence
Do you believe I believe I actually mean something? Do you even believe in science?
Are you happy, my love? Are you happy? What’s it feel like? Tell me everything.
Would you fall asleep as soon as I start singing? Will you even be listening?
Are you satisfied, love? Have you waited long enough to justify your reaching?
Did you wake up on your stomach in the desert with your skin cracked and blistering?
Are you happy, my love? Are you happy? What’s it feel like? Tell me everything.
Everything
Do you really think it’s science, love? I really wish you’d step inside
Do you really think it’s science, love? I really wish you’d find a way not to agonize
Do you really think it’s show and tell? Do you fancy me digital?
Do you believe I believe all your cold calculations? Do you even believe I
Believe you believe my stated intentions? Did you ever believe in truth?
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4. |
Zipper
04:21
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Zipper, you keep me together
You hold fast to each of my sides
Your teeth lock into one another
And pull though I might, there’s no left and no right
Zipper, could you call my mother?
Could you tell her that I’m doing fine?
My teeth cannot help but to chatter
I’m cold, but I am fine; I just need a little time
Well, I don’t know a thing about you;
What kind sorcery do you do?
I’ll keep you zipped up while you wriggle and struggle to break free
But you know me
I’m technology
You’re human and flawed; you must know that it’s me or it’s you, man
It’s the floor or the ceiling fan
And medically speaking, without me, you could not stand
Zipper, you know I’m not like that
You know I don’t do well in chains
Sometimes my light fades to deep black
But at least I feel it all; the heat, the sting, the pain
Zipper, I think I must bear this
Though it’s a difficult load
I owe it to my own perspective
To live, not to lose, the shades, the hues, the poles
You raise my floor unnaturally high
Lower my ceiling, squeezing me dry
Let me keep you zipped up while you wriggle and struggle to break free
Yes, you know me
I’m technology
You’re human and flawed; you must know that it’s me or it’s you, man
It’s the floor or the ceiling fan
And medically speaking, without me, you could not stand
Zipper, I think I’ll remove you
And go back to buttons instead
They’re looser and older, but they’ll do
I’ll sit on the dirt floor and build castles with thick iron doors
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5. |
MROD
04:34
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Keep your judgments to yourself
Your words aren’t necessary now
Keep your mind at ease; there’s no one here to please
So would you kindly shut your mouth?
I’d sell my soul for one more dime
I’m always losing borrowed time
If what you’re looking for is one more metaphor,
Would you kindly feed me my next line?
The bottles are piling up in the recycling
And slowly the backwash pools at the bottom of the bin
Forming a fetid and sort of viscous-looking fluid
If you tip it you’ll find about four ounces’ worth
Drink it, you swine, and don’t forget mine
It tastes like burnt feces and gin!
Chase it real quick, or it’ll make you feel sick
Give your bullets; I’ll give my good shin
Put up your sign and stand in your line
When you know you’re never gonna get in
Make me bleed and make me cry
Crush my bones; spit in my eye
The platitudes you speak to end your losing streak
Remind me of my horrid former self
Make me sing and make me dance
You wanted art; now here’s your chance
We deal in misery; there’s not much here to see
Just a sad record waiting for a spot on a higher shelf
I can’t blieve I just caught you with your girlfriend
Did you really think that I’d sleep through the whole entire thing
I didn’t pull my sheets over each of my poor eardrums
And I paid for it when I heard the sounds begin
Eyes open wide, I hear bumping and sliding and
Breathing through your gritted teeth
Man, I’ll be fine, but I’m staying real sly, trying
Carefully to seem asleep
Smoke me up tomorrow for my troubles and my sorrows,
But that’d better be some god damned good weed!
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6. |
Lease the Sanity Den
04:22
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I’ve always been such a good boy
I played it close to my chest
I never trusted a cuckoo bird to take care of my precious nest
Send him forth with the convoy
He’ll drive point the whole time
Scare the nesting instinct clean out of his small, precious, wandering mind
Release him; we’ll teach him
We promise we’ll reach him
Release him; release him.
How can you be such good boy?
You always have tried your best
You never lied to a single friend or made fun of the birds with no nests
Send him forth into thick woods,
Give him a compass and knife,
Watch him learn what it means to be alone and fear for his life
Release him; we’ll teach him
We promise we’ll reach him
Release him; release him.
There! Did you see that speck on the distant horizon?
Chase it! Breakneck speed, now
Why does the truth as it spawns from your own intuition
Need such sober logic?
Knock it! It’s toxic! You’re useless if you’re in boxes
Stop it! It’s awful to watch you crack and crumble
Knock it! It’s toxic! You’re thinking that you’ve lost it,
But you’re just a sinner with no warm bed for the winter
I never knew I could see things
As clearly as I do now
I couldn’t see around obstacles this dark until you showed me how
You sent me forth into thick woods
Man, I was scared for my life
But ten new rainbows of colors emerged from within my own twinkling eyes
You towered above me
As I learned to love me
You released me; now I’m free
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You look to stars for hope and guidance
But they don’t know you are there
They’ve no brains or sensory organs
They’ve no stake in you while you’re here
You see, they’ve gone from burning bright
To dust that paints the night
You see the remnants of their lights
But most are no longer alive
You are speaking American English
To burning hydrogen gas
Screaming questions in frantic anguish
But the sound stops cold in the vacuum
Who cares how hot they’re burning?
Who cares why they’re up so high?
Who cares about your bended knee,
Your clenched hands, and knuckles so white?
One bleak December evening
You set out on your own
The clouds, ink black and heaving,
Made vapor of your bones
Where were those tiny beacons,
Those distant pinpricks of hope?
Where are Lyra and Orion?
Which clouds did they ride to their homes?
You swore they’d guide you back to me
A changed and better man
But here, through frozen woods, I see
A fool with frozen hands
A trite fool with white, frozen hands
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8. |
Bullseye!
06:43
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Hold on to your spine
This is where I lost mine
Make it through the day
With no contrived words to say
Hold on to that tree
Sway with that changing breeze
Make it through the day
With no dangerous games to play
Try not to feel ashamed
To cut and carve against the grain
Well… I don't come in peace; I come in pieces
I try to sideswipe you, but I get stuck in the middle
Right between your eyes, above your nose bridge
Maximum impact; I'm at a loss for what to tell you
I'm at a loss for what to do
I've held on to my spine
But I can't help but think sometimes
Somewhere, I grew up
I drank from the poison cup
And died there on the floor
Not sure what I'd been searching for
But I found it in that cup
Hurry; before it spills, drink up!
And try not to feel ashamed
When you cut and carve against the grain
[Chorus]
I can't get out of town, man; I've got no car
That's fine with me; I never planned to go far
Please pay no mind to me when I'm such a mess
I promise I clean up nice when I've got the chance
Be prepared for the worst
The roaring flames could claim you first
[Chorus x2]
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9. |
Rung for Rung
03:44
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Scan the crowd
In search of my face
But you have zero chance of finding me unless
You crane your neck
And search the rafters
But even then you’ll need some lucky lighting artifacts
And that phrase you’ve been so fervently repeating
You’ve left to rot in vats; just check the bats;
Their wings are bleeding
Before you come to me
Before you climb that ladder for me
I want you to think about what’s at the top:
If you drop, what you’ll lose,
If you choose to stay silent, then
What you will cry into empty space
Find my face; I’ll wait with grace
The tops of heads
An excellent spread
Of fancy drinks and those hors d’ouvres you eat with toothpicks
You crane your neck
And find me smiling
‘Cause some thick, lascivious tool just got rejected
I’m a simple man in need of no deep meaning
That quiver in your chest up through your neck,
On your brain stem is feeding
[Chorus]
Climb down, baby, oh, baby, just climb down
Do you really want to risk that fall? That’s no fun at all!
Climb down, baby, oh, baby, just climb down
We’ll set up some trampolines and a bathroom stall
[x2]
[Chorus]
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Darkness, can I make one last request?
May my nitrogen help grow some greener grass?
Can I ask that of you? Is there anything I can do
But decay and turn blue
I’ll be dead, like in a silent dream with boots of lead
Darkness, are you listening to me?
My assailants surround me from all sides in my dreams
But I’m stuck to the ground and my vision begins to fade
They close in; they invade
But I’m dead, and I’m safe, just like you always said
I hope my body helps grow some flowers
But flowers fall, and grass turns brown and withers to nothing
Oh…
“Come,” said the darkness, “I am your light now.
Follow me boldly where you must go.”
“Maps cannot help you; I’ll be your compass
Follow me boldly to the unknown.”
“Though you can no longer see with your human eyes,
You will learn to be at peace while you are blind.”
Well, I don’t mind; you know, I’m really not that vexed
We don’t know what comes next
We’ll be dead, like violets picked and painted red
Will our friends come pay their sincerest respects,
And will their righteousness mean only stiffer necks?
Or will it mean that somehow they gain some social capital?
We don’t know; we don’t make that call
We’ll be dead; we’ll never hear the eulogies they wrote and read
I hope that peace will come before microbes
Start to crawl around and break me down into nothing
Oh…
[Chorus]
I hope my body helps grow some flowers
But flowers fall, and grass turns brown and withers to nothing
Oh…
[Chorus]
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11. |
If You'd Please
03:13
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[Instrumental]
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12. |
I Don't Like It Here
00:31
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[Instrumental]
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13. |
I Wish Simply to Walk
01:37
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Lacerate my shins with ease,
Thorns and thistle stalks.
Shield me, sands of Aberdeen;
I wish simply to walk.
Cling to me, expediency—
Salt to wind-blown sand
Follow me, morality—
Child behind grown man
I cannot ask the natural world
To push my human luck;
In reverence of her sound advice,
I wish simply to walk.
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Queen Cabbage New York, New York
Originating in late 2017 at SUNY Purchase, Queen Cabbage is a folky art rock band dedicated to synthesizing silliness, seriousness, life, death, the beautiful, and the grotesque into earnest, powerful, emotionally immediate music for eager feet to dance and stumble to, for thoughtful hearts to beat and break to, and—most importantly—for authority figures to disapprove of. Queens ~~ Welcome! ... more
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