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Colorblind
03:46
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Climb down. Ladders go both ways. Though, the creases will never fold the same. No telling. Just like Frandy's secret name.
We've all been there. The top isn't so great. Boasting, when we all meet separate fates. What once was colorful, now appears so grey.
Climb down. The top isn't so great. Though, the creases have all met separate fates. No telling now that everything appears so grey.
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The Eagle of Westphalia
03:07
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LYRICS:
The sands of the desert expand. They swallow the forest's grace.
Oh lord, if I've fallen, you pick me up to my place.
My mouth, filled with his words, leaves a foul taste in the air
but I speak, from my mind, the words that you put there.
Mother, I've left home. In my leave, I won't forget
all the love that you gave me. I've grown now warm and blessed.
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Descension
02:41
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LYRICS:
What I see now
is snow,
standing out
so long in the cold.
Crossing the blue,
now black and froze,
the ice has cracked and
swallowed us whole.
And we'll sink down.
This lake has claimed us now.
Our clothes drag us deep and deep and deep and deep...
as we now fall to sleep to sleep to sleep to sleep...
God will have our souls.
I pray the lord I'll know.
And we'll sink down.
This lake has claimed us now.
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LYRICS:
So steep.
So long.
So cold.
So far gone.
We'll keep climbing
as long as you're there.
More die at the bottom
than in this mountain's snare.
Way down
we saw
our lives.
So small.
We'll keep moving
and you'll guide us there.
The boy down at the bottom was
beaten down and scared.
Oh god, meet us there.
At the top of the peak we will fair.
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LYRICS:
Old man winter
is blowing white breath again,
priming the landscape white
for the spring to paint for him.
As that painting ages
and wilts brown and red.
Winter could save it
but repaints it instead.
Time always keeps growing
and change is content.
Know that tomorrow is different
from each hour spent.
You're stuck in a gully
but I promise you this,
survive for a few weeks
for a few weeks of bliss.
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6. |
Devil's Gold
03:23
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LYRICS:
Closer in the trees
through crooked limbs and leaves,
blind men at your knees.
With no eyes, they cannot see.
There's footsteps in the darkness.
Are they men or are they beasts?
You never can get farther
though you run and you flee.
The forest men are coming.
The tall men come for you.
The forest men are coming.
The tall men come for you.
There they took your brothers
and wait around your home.
Are they live or are they dead?
They know that you're alone.
The forest men are coming.
The tall men come for you.
The forest men are coming.
The tall men come for you.
They want you.
They watch you.
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7. |
Cracked Shells
03:22
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LYRICS:
Lost to words.
Blackened air, the smoke sky.
This mind of hers.
Tightened hold. Clouds rise.
Down into the mind.
Not to rise again this time.
The jaws so hold.
She's in their grip.
Her soul's unsewn.
So far gone, she's lost to it.
Down deep in the mind.
Not to rise again this time.
And anything can be destroyed,
torn apart, burned up, made void.
Our walls were built straight up, decay,
twist, and fall down sideways.
Still I will try and catch up
hoping she'll see her gods' love.
I have a mind that so wills
a flesh so weak.
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8. |
Sung Guns
02:45
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LYRICS:
There's a girl with feathers in her hair.
Runs from god plain and daint and like the rest.
Has no plan but she knows best. Lives a lie.
Doesn't know but there are people that care.
Found a river nobody bothers.
She'll take a swim even if she knows she'll die.
Rapids tumble, twisting up white and rough.
He is watching but she doesn't care.
Sometimes the best die, I hope that she learns from who or whatever the god is she serves. Hold slow. She's lost in the ferns. Endlessly hiding away from his words.
Hold slow.
Her whole life was summed up in fifteen cold words
and it took her six years to build up the nerves.
And what had she lost? It was what she deserved
but now knows the father
and found her way out of the ferns.
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Layman's Delta
09:31
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LYRICS:
Treading softly in the water
hearing the dirt turn into sand.
I cannot go any farther.
I cannot lift my hands.
Stumbling into your living room.
Hearing your hair turn soft.
Seeing your floorboards creaking.
Smelling my shirt come off.
Receding from the water.
Swimming quickly to the shore.
I cannot go any farther.
I can't do this anymore.
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Brites is an eclectic and genre-fluid band with post-punk, folk, and indie rock influences. There is no "The" in their name. Brites is Owen Leman (guitar, banjo, vocals), Michelle Leman (guitar, synth, theremin, vocals), Davy Bick (bass, synth), and Tim Schlemmer (synth, saxophone). ... more
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