1. |
Burn The Money
04:41
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Burn the money!
"This is no place for a scream,"
She said,
"Don't fret your troubled head...
Come back to bed, come back to bed,
Come back to me..."
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2. |
Beatrice
04:34
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I saw her standing in the elevator,
Neon belt wrapped around her favorite dress
I don’t know what to say to you...
Your fretless sleepy face
I drove you home after midnight
Your father stated from the curtains of his room
I never thought I’d say those words
I never thought I’d get an answer
We had the wedding at a drive-in movie
The pastor smiled as he sent us to our fate
Just like the couple on the screen,
We stood there black and white...
And I said stop, let me go
These eyes were made for breaking hearts
I’m the artist of the arts
You’re a bed of flowers baby,
I’m a goddamned crooked rose
Let me go,
Before you see me bible black,
Can’t get your boy back,
And live your life in a cold shoulder coma from the bedroom window
It’s a narrow road...
You called my name from the seventh story balcony
I left my thoughts behind to crash into the rocky shore beneath
You know I’m far from grace
Your demons stand in place
I cannot promise I’ll be faithful,
I cannot tell you who I really am for fear of...
They will come for you...
You’re all I have left to protect
And I said stop, let me go
These eyes were made for breaking hearts
I’m the artist of the arts
You’re a bed of flowers baby,
I’m a goddamned crooked rose
Let me go,
Before you see me bible black,
Can’t get your boy back,
And live your life in a cold shoulder coma from the bedroom window
It’s a narrow road...
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3. |
Last Confession
02:45
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Get your hands off my car,
Your reflection’s going to scar the paint
I don’t have the kind of “change” you need,
You dirty man
If I could need like I used to feel I might have more sympathy
But no the old me died long ago
I used to dream but now I sleep
And the conversion took no energy,
You just wake up every morning with a smile...
Friendly as a handshake,
Foreign as a postcard...
I am still the one you love
Well I am man and I am god
I’m like a Chinese finger trap-
You’re in both ends,
You tore your skin,
And when it’s through you’re gonna give in
You only need because you want,
I only want because it’s there
This could be symbiotic,
Copacetic,
But really I couldn’t care less for you
There’s nothing to it,
You just gotta breathe it,
Treat it like a stroll on the sidewalk kid
You’re just a floating head to me,
I see through your skull
And you see what you want to see
You’re all a little dead to me
I sell what I sell
And you drink like the roots of a tree
You drink and you drink and you...
Friendly as a handshake,
Foreign as a postcard...
I am still the one you love
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4. |
Destructor
04:53
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Fall like leaves into an ocean black,
Where no judgment may pass my soul
Fall like truth from the lips of a man gone mad
to feed the hungry dogs that roam below
When the bow, it broke, and we were hanging from the ropes
Oh I chose to save myself every single night
The Judge, he has his hands in me
But I’m the clever one
Hiding in the dark, dark light
I am the coward who seems to perch himself above
While watching others in the storm black out
I have been scattered and torn into pieces lost and loved
But my other selves I cannot live without
Forever rocked to sleep in a false lullaby,
What my daughter don’t know might kill this old man
But it’s not her fight
I’ll keep her safe and watch her love like I can’t,
And try to keep him here in the dark, dark light
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5. |
Bad Seeds, Bad Trees
03:28
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Well the truth is we were both raised in an orphanage,
Summoned each night to be cleaned and fed
And played with our new broken toys
We were so confident,
Didn’t need to know what’s behind the iron fence
Until they took us screaming in their iron grip,
Away from more fortunate boys
But you told me on my last day in that place that you’d never forget such an honest face
And if we met in 15 years you’d still remember my name
And as we both got to that crowded intersection,
We were walking in the same direction and you looked at me like I was covered in red paint
Well you are a liar, and you are the reason I became...
Well I wear my own shoes but I felt more comfortable in yours,
And I carried your cross for you in your mother’s holy wars,
You were more real to me than the damn sun coming up
And for every bad seed you planted in our home
There were a thousand trees crashing into our walls,
And they made fun of me because I wasn’t like their own
You know I never closed my eyes when we...
And you told me on our last day in that house
That you’d forgive me, and I had the chance to turn back now,
Well we’ll see in fifteen years if I can forget your name
And if we both get to that crowded intersection,
I will turn and walk in the opposite direction
And you won’t get to see me,
No you won’t get to see me ‘cause I’ll be clean
I’m free, I ran away
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6. |
Visitor
03:38
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I could hear her footsteps inside of the walls
I could feel the rain from her fingertips tremble as it falls
to my chest
She stole her name from each woman that I've loved...
I look up to see an iridescent face of gold and grey above...
So I reach and place my fingers in the seams to pull apart
some loose desire that found some meaning in this old destructor's heart
She is my visitor...
She has known me for a thousand nights
A thousand nights I dream that I'm some hero
and I'll save you from the king
I'll pull you out when I wake up,
but I don't remember anything...
Will you still visit me?
Pillows circle 'round like a wild pack of sharks
If you're going to eat me,
I suggest, dear, that you finish what you start
When your breathing down my neck
and your bony knees are digging hard into my back
I feel some sense of comfort in your loving attack
Still I reach and place my fingers in the seams to pull apart
some loose desire that found some meaning in this old destructor's heart
She is my visitor...
She has known me for a thousand nights
A thousand nights I dream that I'm some hero
and I'll save you from the king
I'll pull you out when I wake up,
but I don't remember anything...
Will you still visit me?
You will?
You won't?
You will, oh you won't? Oh you won't??
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7. |
In The Attic
04:04
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Held together by strings and glue,
Slightly ripped at the knees
I’ve been watching you for all these years
But you don’t pay attention to me
Cigarette smoke, the north side view
Apologies are agreed
Well he consumed you and threw out the bones,
Which I’ll polish and blissfully keep
From above you,
I watch your hair grow
And from below me you sleep
The only difference between you and I
Is you sew what you still cannot reap
Here in the attic, up in the attic,
This sorrow is old, oh oh old
Here in the attic, up in the attic,
You left me for some soldier you sold yourself
In the attic, up in the attic
Here in the attic, up in the attic,
I love you,
And I promise to stay far away
Furniture spread across the room,
With leather books by the bed
While you were reading I see him come in
But you don’t see him hanging his head
The pleasantries of a simple gloom,
While you vacate with the dead...
I would be free of this jealous lust if he had not been your wine and bread
Every bag underneath your eyes contains a story to shed,
I’d feel your pain had my own expressions not been made from needle and thread
Here in the attic, up in the attic,
This sorrow is old, oh oh old
Here in the attic, up in the attic,
You left me for some soldier you sold yourself
In the attic, up in the attic
Here in the attic, up in the attic,
I love you,
And I promise I’ll save you someday
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8. |
Find Me
02:49
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It was dark on the side of the street when the window broke...
She didn't scream when he gripped her throat
Under two glass moons from the view in my room,
I couldn't cry for her...
I could never do such a thing!
You could color me dead but I simmered instead,
Here's a man who can see what's inside my head
There is no card with a name,
I'll never see him again...
There's just the night,
and the night revealed my only friend
You'll never find me now,
You'll never find me now,
You'll never find me 'cause I didn't even exist
You'll never find me now,
You'll never find me now,
You'll never find where I hid this body
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9. |
The Lighthouse
04:58
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I light a candle for you each hour of the night
On a hundred doorsteps covered in wax and vines...
You ventured to the lighthouse,
searching for a sign...
When it went out dear,
all of the neighbors died...
What did you find in the lighthouse that night?
I placed a doll in each window,
their heads facing out towards the sky...
They are your loved ones, crippled...
And feign as the years go by...
Don't you need us?
Oh god we're not angry,
we just can't see in the dark!
Do you remember us wherever you are?
We just want to hold you and wear you for armor...
What did you find in the lighthouse that night?
And is there any fairy tale that doesn't tell a lie?
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10. |
She Is Staggering
03:31
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Yeah I saw her,
She was looking right through me
like a painting made of glass...
Well I wasn't helpless,
Nah I was just selfish,
and the only thing she gave me was my haunted past
Yeah I saw her,
She was wearing that blood red dress...
I saw her get swallowed in it just like everyone else
Well they are the clever ones,
And god they know how to have fun...
And with their silver tongues,
they will get you tied up and into their nest
Well I can't even touch you
so how am I supposed to save you?
Maybe I don't want to...
Baby, dig your own grave...
I'm in love with someone else...
She's in love with the devil himself
Yeah I saw her in a cup of water,
and it was filled with her inner desires...
'til it could no longer hold her,
and her beauty controlled her...
Yeah my baby spilt over into a lake of fire
Well I can't even touch you
so how am I supposed to save you?
Maybe I don't want to...
Maybe I want to watch you dig your own damn grave
I can't even touch you
so how am I supposed to save you?
Maybe I don't want to...
Baby, dig your own grave...
I'm in love with someone else...
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11. |
Puppet
03:16
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So you want a disguise,
you want to see through my eyes?
If you're so studious then what's taken hold of you?
And the viewers say "Ohhhh someone is spiraling down!"
Well, it's not me 'cause I've got both hands in the ground
(six feet in)
You've always got your mouth open,
but you closed your throat-
So when someone finally feeds you yours,
you're certainly bound to choke...
Oh, you poor little angel...
You wouldn't hurt someone, no...
Unless they have something you want,
and then it's just clean fun
He's got a motive in his pocket,
He's got warpaint on his face,
He's got a slippery tongue guaranteed to curl...
With all the diamonds in his eyes and lust for mischief by his side
He's gone and stirred up all the sleeping boys and girls
I'm not your puppet, puppet!
Oh how you spread like the beads upon a thread..
Face white as snow but now your fangs are starting to show
So you want a disguise?
You want the world as a prize?
You want this all to be rigged like a carnival game
with the odds in your favor?
You want a beautiful princess,
and you don't want to play troll...
You just want to play Puck with us all in your goddamn puppet show
I'm not your puppet, puppet!
No no no,
I'm not going to be your puppet!
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12. |
Die Darling Die
04:17
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You never came down like you said you would before,
instead recorded the voice of the woman next door as your own,
bought her purse, bought her shoes, and her skirt
Do you feel like a new woman now?
Your accent was thin but it kept something in,
something strange from the town where your body was found
Now it's faint, barely there,
and the children are scared
because they've seen this before at their school
Come down from there with your fairy tale stairs
and your picaresque poses,
your piano's getting colder by the note
You used to love to play but soon just "entertained"
the old doctor's orders-
"You should sleep more and take three a day"
-followed faithfully and consequently withered all away
Now it's time....now is the time....now it's time
to die, darling, die
Your son is a soldier,
never shed a single tear,
yet he keeps his fists raised, and his conscience unclear
While I watch the procession from the balcony near,
I have never been so glad in my life
'Cause you never came down like you promised you would,
No you couldn't break character,
you forgot where you stood
Bought her grin, bought her charm, and slept with the makeup on...
Do you feel like an old woman now?
Come down from there with your fairy tale stairs
and your picaresque poses,
your piano's getting colder by the note
You used to love to play but soon just "entertained"
the old doctor's orders-
"You should sleep more and take three a day"
-followed faithfully and consequently withered all away
Now it's time....now is the time....now it's time
to die, darling, die
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13. |
Waste Of a Man
02:51
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This isn't what I want to do
I didn't mean to make you cry
You pray to yours like comfort food...
I pray to mine for a good time...
If you've nothing left to live for, darling,
well my world is in it's prime...
I'll be dragging you down with me...
One mistake at a time
This isn't what I want to do
I'm not the kind to drag things out
I put the fear inside of you...
Why would you trust when you can doubt?
You held my hand through every flame
even though I refused to put them out
You're a fool to think you love me honey,
You may still see me,
but dear God I'm not around...
This isn't what I want to do...
Don't read me quotes from that old book...
I let the emptiness consume,
and hung my body on a hook
I do it all to feel the touch
of some oblivious shining hand
If you'll be my cast and crutch...
I'll be your waste of a man
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14. |
Your World Scares Me
04:51
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Knifed every thought left and swallowed the blood
Held the wounds through your fire and flood
I caressed your tears,
Slipped in a hole far away from here...
Waltzing beside like some hired musketeer...
I eat what I kill,
and I kill what I fear...
Well I'm afraid of us...
That's why I have to destruct, destruct
A ghost told me I never loved you to start...
So don't trust the peace,
you're not safe in these arms...
I'm your thorny crown...
Wear me in display before the crowd...
I took these gloves off to dirty my hands
I was born into this thin disposable man,
There are no childhood dreams...
left here in this frame,
your world scares me
No more decisions,
solutions,
revisions,
No hate,
no remorse,
no waste of paint...
No resolutions,
no God,
no illusions,
Destructor, you're all I have...
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SpiralCaster Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Cohen Hartman (SpiralCaster) is a composer/producer/songwriter/pedal demo artist based out of Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
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