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Spin the Black Circle
See this needle. See my hand.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Pull it out 'a paper sleeve.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
You're so warm.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm.
Little secrets...tremors turned to quake.
Ransom paid the devil. He whispers pleasing words.
Little secrets...tremors turned to quake.
I'll decide...take the dive...take my time, not my life...
Turns the bow back, tows and drops the line.
Restless soul, enjoy your youth.
Small my table. Sits just two.
This is not for you!
My friends call me Ed...they call me...
All that's sacred comes from youth.
This is not for you!
Out of my mind...out of my mind...
Wish you could help me mister...
The winds have change, I'm stuck beneath the rain...
Wish you could help me, give me a pill...
I ain't got nowhere to go from here.
I don't feel so hot...
Where do I go? Where do I stay?
Out of my mind...out of my mind....
Vacate is the word.
A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on,
As privileged as a whore.
A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on to...
I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark.
Drop, drop, dropping it down, oh so gently.
Here it comes. I touch the plane.
Turn me up, won't turn you away.
Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black...
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin...
Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit.
Oh so big. My whole world.
I'd rather you, rather you than her.
Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin...
Oh, the ritual when I lay down your crooked arm.
Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin...
Tremor Christ
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore.
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her drowning in his wake.
Daily taste the salt of her tears, but chance blamed fate.
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves.
Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first.
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves.
Wait for signs...believe in lies to get by. It's divine.
You know what it's like?
Puts his faith and love in tremor christ.
Not For You
Not For You||
Out of My Mind (live)
Like Muhammad, hits the truth.
Can't escape from the common rule -
If you hate something don't you do it too.
Got so crowded. I can't make room.
Where did they come from? Stormed my room!
And you dare say it belongs to you?
My friends they don't scream...my friends don't call...
My friends don't...
Dedications...naive and true.
With no power, nothing to do.
I still remember. Why don't you?
Never was for you! Fuck you!
This is not for you!
Out of My Mind (live)
All of the time...
Wish you could lift me up...
Wish you could pack my parachute mister...
Wish you could pull me up.
I wish you could help me up...
Out of my mind...out of my mind...
Once inside, I'm out of my mind...
Out of my mind...out of my mind...
Once inside, I'm out of my mind...
Just a little drink that I could swill.
A little something, anything, anything, I'll try all...
I'm just about this far
From drowning in my very own tears.
Out of my mind...out of my mind...
Once inside, I'm out of my mind...
Out of my mind...out of my mind...
out of my mind...
I got no place to lay in the hay.
Where do I go to soothe my head?
Guess I'll turn on music instead.
Where do I see? Where do I shine?
No one wants to take my mind.
Where do I go? How do I feel?
Guess I'll waste away in here...
Out of my mind every single time...
Immortality
Immortality||
Rearviewmirror (The Frogs)
Immortality
Vengeance has no place so near her.
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere.
But there's a trapdoor in the sun. Immortality.
Victims in demand for public show.
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door.
Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow.
Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor.
But saw the trapdoor in the sun.
Coming up a which way sign,
All good truants must decide.
Stripped and sold, mom.
Auctioned forearm ... and whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long.
Some die just to live...