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Major Arcana
02:59
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The storm is raging but I’m caught in this cage
I ain’t ready for this hand to be played
Everyone’s looking
For someone else to blame
Your house of cards ain’t no place for a home
This lonesome living wearing you to the bone
When the dealer cheats you
Gonna have to fold
There’s only so much a person can take
So much water ‘til the levee breaks
The sirens in the street howl
Make no mistake
The faded paper that you love like a son
Won’t help you when your judgement day comes
The nail in your coffin
Left you undone
Oh say can you see
I’m out of order baby
By the dawn’s early light
Please don’t try me
The coins are stuck
And the ticket man’s coming
Run fast boy, run
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2. |
Help Me
03:42
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I’ve been waiting for you, you never come round’
Told me keep this quiet, they’re listening in
Try to bring it back, but we’ve let go
Can’t always buy back, what we have sold
Help me
I’ve been slowly drowning
Help me
This house is burning down here
The beauty that surrounds us never lasts
We children try to run free, but we’re trapped
Oh we got our hands tied, wait in line
There’s a comfort in this silence that I like
Help me
I’ve been slowly drowning
Help me
This house is burning down here
Going way down
Lower than I’ve been
Please phone me in
Please phone me in
Going way down
Closer than I’ve been
Please phone me in
Please phone me in
‘Cause I can’t keep standing
I can’t keep standing
Help me
I've been slowly drowning
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3. |
Smoke Show
03:51
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Slow and steady
Moving towards me
Hands are shaking
I’ll do better next time
Here before me
Smoke show talking
Won’t be waiting
For you to come round’
Smoke show
Smoke show
Don’t hold on
To something, something
Born to be gone
Ain’t no pageant
Raised on visions
Feed you dreamin’
You’re standing alone
Oh by careful
Hands reach for you
The eyes in the forest
Think you’ll fall for anyone
Smoke show
Smoke show
Don’t hold on
To something, something
Born to be gone
Smoke show
Smoke show
Don’t hold on
To something, something
Born to be gone
And oh I’ll try….
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4. |
Queen Trigger
03:39
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And I can’t keep holding on
I can’t keep holding on
She’ll slip through your hands
And she’s gone
Queen Trigger’s on the run
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
With a hook in her mouth
And a trail of blood
Like a red ball of yarn
When will you learn?
To let go of the bait that burns
My deep river nocturne
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
Reel me in
I can’t keep standing
And I can’t keep holding on
I can’t keep holding on
She’ll slip through your hands
And she’s gone
Queen Trigger’s always on the run
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5. |
Land of Milk and Honey
03:37
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In the land of milk and honey
You can’t always get what you want
You better keep on running
In the face of this smoking gun
Rich man tried to bury us
But the poor man’s made of seeds
Try to sell the sweat from our palms
Try to buy the big sky we breathe
In the land of milk and honey
You can’t always get what you want
You better keep on running
In the face of this smoking gun
Don’t trick these tired bones
I’m a cold sweat living machine
Wolf’s hiding in the heather now
Oh he’s the worst kind of thief
In the land of milk and honey
You can’t always get what you want
You better keep on running
In the face of this smoking gun
Everyone’s looking for someone else to blame
It’s a shame baby shame baby it’s a shame
I’m ashamed baby shamed baby I’m ashamed
In the land of milk and honey
You can’t always get what you want
You better keep on running
In the face of this smoking gun
Neighbors whispering at my sill, oh no
The tides are shaking born to kill ya
This old house is not my home
Runaway honey don’t open your door
There’s a wolf in the heather honey
There’s a wolf in the heather honey
And he’s coming, he’s coming for you
There’s a wolf in the heather honey
Run run run they’re pulling me under
Run run run they’re pulling me under
Run run run they’re pulling me under
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6. |
Ain't A King
04:43
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Whoever built this country built it far too wide
Now we can’t say what side we’re on tonight
Black market salesman talks us to the ground
Listen to me honey cause there ain’t no way out
Listen to me honey cause there ain’t no way out now
What kind of man, kind of man, have you become?
Shame on you, shame on you, leaving us undone
You ain’t a king, ain’t a king so why are you ruling?
Reticent and worried, I wish you were fooling
The weight we carry has us on our knees
That private jet for more than we made this week
Gas pump fuels a car but burns down a man
Hide out, keep quiet, won’t know we’re heaven bent
Hide out, keep quiet, won’t know we’re heaven bent
What kind of man, kind of man, have you become?
Shame on you, shame on you, leaving us undone
You ain’t a king, ain’t a king so why are you ruling?
Reticent and worried, I wish you were fooling
I won’t be moved by you
I’ll bare my teeth
While you price and cheat
I won’t be moved by you
Feed the revolution so it grows up tall
A wall of people is better than a wall
Streets they may be narrow but they’re full
And we ain’t going back now hush be still
What kind of man, kind of man, have you become?
Shame on you, shame on you, leaving us undone
You ain’t a king, ain’t a king so why are you ruling?
Reticent and worried, I wish you were fooling
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7. |
Silver Screen
05:52
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Thread the projector
Watch it spin
You’ll never know
The state I’m in
I ain’t proud
Can’t get out now
Open my mouth
But it don’t make a sound
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
Send up a flare
It’s too dark to see
The hole in the sky
Where the sun used to be
Lay me down gently
These days can’t rise
Voice on the airwaves
Wears a guilty disguise
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
Whoever told you,
You wouldn’t regret
Has never had
A hole in their head
So wake your sleeping dogs
Don’t let them lie
This ain’t the time to sigh
Do you copy?
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
What’s it like to be on the other side of nothing?
Dream machine
That endless whirring
Make me believe
There’s something better
Thread the projector watch it spin
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Old Flame Northampton, Massachusetts
Old Flame is born of the Western-MA DIY scene, and spins gritty honey rasp vocals into an art rock nostalgia with a shoegaze
afterglow
"Retro & brand new. Toes the line of vintage & psych rock. Addictively good."
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