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Flogging a Dead Horse
03:07
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Flogging a Dead Horse
Have, have you read the writing
on the boardroom wall?
You can forget about
flogging that dead horse
no, we're propping it up
pooling together
sharing the load
offering billions
make it rise from the dead
Like Christ on the third day
conveniently come back to aid with your purchase
Arm the angry young men
with machine guns
fill out that shopping list
give the have-nots a just cause
push the market rate up
make it ascend to the heavens
Like Christ after forty nights
make-believe just tastes so much sweeter
And let's do it all again
repeat from the start
Let's do it all again
repeat from the start
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2. |
That Doubt Returns
04:37
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That Doubt Returns
Putting down the phone
after you hung up
or before
why can't I recall?
That doubt returns
I'll grow tired of you
or you'll grow tired
these days I sleep alone
II: All this grey is still just black and white :II
Words turn fluorescent on the page
there comes that slow wailing again
You said that I don't dream
but I feel the worth of things
feel it slipping
feel it slipping
as we try to buy our way out of this
as we teach ourselves
to compromise
II: All this grey is still just black and white :II
II: Words turn fluorescent on the page
there comes that slow wailing again :II
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3. |
Bargaining Chip
02:58
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Bargaining Chip
A sound like none before
will that be my redeeming feat
my bargaining chip
These are the limits of
all I hunger for
to be at peace and purposeful in life
the world will know
What can I hope to prove
and to whom
the bargain being new sounds
so I’ll be seen
Will the world care?
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4. |
New Economy
00:27
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New Economy
I’m dreaming
I commodify myself
it’s a glorious dream
I am everything
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Letters from the Compound
Time stains my fingers
like lead from broken pencils
fall short of expectations
fall on bended knee
Is this, is this the life I've chosen
is this, is this the house I’ve built
I stay up and watch you
my mood-swings
hinge on your private moments
that door must be barred shut
or I will break through
Is this, is this the life I've chosen
is this, is this the house I’ve built
In this place of seclusion
I’m kept from taking charge
But I know the solution
I know your face by now
Nights pulse, nights pulse with frozen moments
is this, is this the life I’ve built
gloved hand, gloved hand
grips the baton
hides bitten-down fingernails
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Sleep with my Fists Clenched Tight
They talk to me, talk about marching
forward motion
diseases cured
improved standards of living
I speak to them, I speak of essence
lands taken over, religions smashed
ways are wiped out
Sever the chains that binds me to you
fall deeper and deeper
fading from view
They throw facts at my face
mileages of roads and railroad tracks
I mention millions of men torn from their gods, their lives
from life, from the dance
I said
Sever the chains that binds me to you
fall deeper and deeper
fading from view
II: We have been taught to tremble
we have been taught to kneel :II
Sever the chains that binds me to you
fall deeper and deeper
fading from view
Sever the chains that binds me to you
They balance the books
fall deeper and deeper
fading from view
I sleep with my fists clenched tight
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A Prayer from Our Leaders
Some days the ocean rises
seeps in through beneath the door
a steady, building undercurrent
leaving watermarks on my office walls
soaks the Rolodex
Years upon years of personal toil, professional triumphs
Wife says I'm married to the job
While they are born anywhere, anyhow
keep dying anywhere, from anything
II: And the great world spins :II
as I feel my bones shrink
Still I know truth
I know these are amoral times
I see they've lost their way
I'll lift them to our God on High
I know truth
I know these are amoral times
I see they've lost their way
but I'll lift them to our God on High
I know truth
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New Economy (Slight Return)
I’m dreaming
I commodify myself
it’s a glorious dream
I am everything
to everyone
I am everything
to everyone
I am everything
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9. |
Badlands
04:45
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Badlands
We dance in the desert
your hi-beams trailing us like hungry spotlights
you said; If I could write a song about how I feel right now
it would surely be a hit
Nothing could stop us
for the longest while
for the longest while
I don't trust people
and why should I
the way thing have been?
they keep on wanting what's best
but all they get is what's coming
he got what came for him
Nothing could stop us
for the longest while
for the longest while
All those things I trample on to stay alive
beat into the ground
no-one can blame me
no-one can blame me
I turned and looked away
Nothing could stop us
for the longest while
for the longest while
II: Nothing happened, everything was happening
life is a millstone
grinding and sharpening :II
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10. |
Squaring the Circle
03:48
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Squaring the Circle
An agent of change in troubled times.
at the center authority, in the provinces none
but the periphery is never further away than the pull of a trigger
I am that gun
point and shoot
A new force within new parameters
squaring the circle, cutting through land
nobody talking in an unauthorized way
no-one to tell me resistance is futile
no black and grey to cover up where these bullets fly
squaring the circle, culling the herd
I am that gun
point and shoot
out shooting twigs and grass
out shooting twigs and grass and dust
out shooting twigs and grass and dust and us
I am that gun
point and shoot
aiming at my own body
Silence. We wait by the church steps
wait for him to exit
rifles in our hands
we’re holding the arms of God
Must not let the waiting game get to me
the waiting, the waiting,
ashen cross on his forehead,
a divinely sanctioned crosshair
a ribbon sash
I am that gun
point and shoot
flying through twigs and grass and dust
II: I am that gun
point and shoot
a ribbon sash :II
II: I am that gun
point and shoot
aiming at my own body
I am that gun
point and shoot
flying out like the hands of God :II
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11. |
What Comes After
04:11
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What Comes After
I saw you stand in the fire
flames lick and lap at your breasts
couldn't help but wonder
if you won't burn
who'll be next?
We push you onstage or to the frontlines
the prize a pedestal
to knock you down from
Watch the sins of our fathers
sear right off your soul
but this is the sin I make my own
this is the sin I make my own
II: Singing your virtues while your body grows cold :II
The question is what comes after
le marchand de la mort est mort
we’ll never answer for what comes after
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Racing Heart Oslo, Norway
Racing Heart makes music that is both complex and catchy, with lyrics that are not afraid of taking on bigger issues in a personal way. Helped by some of the best and most noteworthy musicians from both Norway and the US, such as Jenny Hval, Hanne Hukkelberg and previously members of The War on Drugs, St. Vincent and Sufjan Steven’s band, these songs aim to mean something to you. ... more
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