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The Public Option
04:13
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Instrumental
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Scared Yet?
03:38
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Lyrics:
Sweat is soaking the sheets
Nervous dreams when in sleep
Wild Circumstances
Scared Yet?
Super human scenes
Gonna make it good again, OK?
Roaring excited masses
Scared Yet?
You find yourself clinging to the tower
Clinging to the power and the view it affords you
You find yourself out upon a ledge
And will your tiny hands be strong enough to save you?
Oh, what in the world would we do?
Go back to the loyal base
Like cover bands play the hits
Do their cheers ring false?
Scared Yet?
You find yourself clinging to your phone
You wanna go back home to the setting that suits you
To where there's no scary stairs
Just an elevator man who knows and respects you
What in the world would we do?
What if you fell?
Get out onto flat land
Worst can happen is the sand
Look at the ball on the ground
Scared yet?
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3. |
Saint Thomas
05:42
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Lyrics:
Somewhere in the murmuring of the priest in the echo hall
And the silence of this chapel where the tiles know it all
I find some solace in the inkling that I know that I am right
That the answer is in the echoes, not in the clearest insight
There's a paper in the usher's hands with the promise to save me
But I'm suspect of the that paper and the power in its plea
'Cause I find my prophets in the air I breath and the whisper of the bees
So I'll never take that paper because I'd rather save the trees
Call me Saint Thomas
Or is that just a funny notion?
Call me Saint Thomas
It could be my motivation
To get me through to the promised land
And not just through the motions
Call me Saint Thomas
And then pray for me
There's a brick above the alter in this crypt where I do hide
And that brick is like all the others but I can't avert my eyes
'Cause inside it is an answer. It holds the saving key
That there's a silence in this epic space and a noise inside of me
Call me Saint Thomas
Or is that just a funny notion?
Call me Saint Thomas
It could be my motivation
To get me through to the promised land
And not just through the motions
Call me Saint Thomas
And then pray for me
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4. |
Unhinged
05:56
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Lyrics:
Six hours 'til the break of the morning,
Six hours 'til the noonday sun
Six hours 'til it sets in the west
And the rest the moon rises 'til we’re back where we began
I’ve been listening to the news with a faint heart
I’ve been staring at a TV screen
I’ve been pacing round in listless circles
I’ve been living out this nightmare’s dream
Hidden dagger in the kiss of an old friend
Flying poison in the air at a show
Mustard gas in every innocent breath
And an unseen killer living in the people you know
Day one... there’s a change in day’s tide
Week two... there’s a wave coming in
Month six... the tsunami is rising
A year... I’m fighting drowning
I feel I could come unhinged
Doom scrolling all my fingers are numbing
Zoom calling 'til my eyes start to bleed
Crash diet cause my belly’s extending
A lonely bender on the whiskey and weed
Black death under the hate of the white knee
Brown children in a cage at our seams
Tear gas for the sheen of the bible
A line out the door to kiss the ring of the phony king
Truth bending by the leaders of power
Science fading to belief in a creed
Faith breaking as the pendulum swings
To the force of a country swayed by the son of greed
Six hours 'til the break of the morning
Six hours 'til the noonday sun
Six hours 'til it sets in the west
And the rest the moon rises 'til we’re back where we began
I feel I could come unhinged
(Scream)
I feel I could come unhinged
credits
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Run Come See Washington, D.C.
Run Come See is a project of DC musicians John Figura (guitar/vox), Tom Liddle (bass/vox), and Fred James (drums). From it’s roots as a trio of songwriters, Run Come See enters its next chapter as an alt-country and rock trio that continue to push their own boundaries. ... more
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