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Siren Song
04:48
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Well I read in the paper today
That they're paving over everything
And we will all be saved
When there's weeds growing over their graves
And the sun burns the grass where they lay
"He's Mr. November"
Been staring at black mirrors alight
Said "meet me on Bowery tonight"
I'm waiting on the F train
And I walk the streets at midnight
And I wasn't looking for a fight
But it found me anyway
I want to be far away
From the world of men I don't want to stay
Where I'll never find grace
And out in the waves I can see
The sirens calling to me
And I will live there
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Iceland
04:14
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In Iceland there's a blood red river
And it makes the foreign body shiver
They're searching for the old flames
But no one here can remember their names
With curtains drawn and ash on the floor
A static hum barely beats anymore
Just bad luck and lullabies
They're pouring out of both of the eyes
So you exercise/exorcize (Dealer's choice) your demons
But deep down know that you are beaten
If the moon and the stars can be yours
You'll wind up asking what it was for
With curtains drawn and ash on the floor
A static hum barely beats anymore
Just bad luck and lullabies
They're pouring out of both of the eyes
So keep your dreams asleep
If you're so keen to be down so deep...
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Black Lotus
05:25
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Two ghosts left to ossify
With the hope left or denied
Well I hope that you're satisfied
That only time will abide
Old horizons on the sea are there for me
I hope that they can provide every single thing I need
If all I wanted was to taste the salted breeze
Before we all go on and freeze
There is no room to fall
Can't you see the writing on the wall
They're in the clouds and the rain
In your nightmare just the same
Old horizons on the sea are there for me
I hope that they can provide every single thing I need
If all I wanted was to taste the salted breeze
Before we all go on and freeze
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5. |
Handshake Love
04:06
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I awoke One Sunday Morning and stared out the window
At a blank wall, it feels like a cage living with strangers
But I had a feeling that you've felt the same when I heard you sing
The music I hear comes from a white room and it's all mine
I'm surrounded on all sides by the ocean
Still I'm landlocked, there's nowhere to go, the streets filled with people
Covered in snow, erasing all thoughts, I'm still at my window
While you speak to me through the waves, it's such an embrace
Stay with me now, won't you stay with me now?
I'm asking politely
No, I can't make it on my own
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6. |
Milk & Sugar
03:31
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Paving over the earth, milk and sugar
Your life's a holiday, vanity license plates
It's not a badge of honor
Late nights at the arcade, dodging everything
Loan sharks and dog piss, sleep is the cousin of death
I am not singing for you
Keep it together, or they'll tear us apart
Got holes in my shoes and holes in your heart
Keep it together right from the start
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7. |
After the Movies
03:35
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Standing looking on the mountaintops
It's late in November
The weather's getting cold
Prophetic scene of violence, erupting down below
The beasts are out to play
And grab their photos
While I'm stuck inside a room with the plans
We make them every week but they go nowhere
With no inspiration I've never felt so cold
Can't move another muscle, never felt this old
Hang the photo frames, but don't give them a name
Just like our unborn kids
They're unwritten
The clock is ticking loud, it's asking where you are
I'm waiting on the train
Grab my walking things
Captured out the window of our room
We moved the bed this morning to change the view
Two halves of a whole and I'll sing it so
After the movies we're mining gold
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8. |
Sayonara Pt. 1
04:55
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Wherever you can go there's a hole in the center of the earth
And lately I've been keeping track of the ways you can be broken down
The people upstairs run like elephants with bowling balls and I've got a great set of ears
I have heard "the worst thing someone can say is no" but really it's nothing at all
I see the years roll steadily by but they don't stop to say goodbye
And the winter is getting short but longer all the time, won't even need a coat to go outside
The first thing that you see across the Virginia state line is a set of crucified
Your entire state of mind is a lie, I don't just want to survive
Sayonara...
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Sayonara Pt. 2
04:42
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The bells will ring on the day when the kings arrive, they don't care what we say
They don't know just what we hold, they'll be first with their backs against the wall
A weakening of their support, so don't fall in line, we're gonna take control
And we will rise out of the ground and we will turn them inside out
Before too long it'll start to show, all those bruises on your soul
And every time you get ahead, you let yourself down instead
But they're at sixes and sevens, we're eights and nines, so let it go, it'll be alright
We're kicking off, we're setting sail, screaming "sayonara"
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Midwestern Dirt Chicago, Illinois
Formed in 2017 as a solo studio project by singer-songwriter Patrick Kapp, the group has expanded to feature Colin Mercer and Owen Hemming.
Midwestern Dirt has put out four LPs and two EPs on Nantasket Records.
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