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Make Your Own Friends
02:32
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Sleep all day
Do my work at night
When all of the judgmental eyes
Are shut up tight
Put on an old tattered coat
And a wide-brimmed hat
Wrap up my face with a scarf
Leave food out for the cat
The moon is bright tonight
It's a mixed blessing
When you find comfort in shadows
The light can be distressing
Trudge out to the graveyard
Seek out the fresh earth
One of these days
My creation will have its birth
Later on in my rooms
Try to steady my hands
As I stitch these new components
Onto the one I hope will understand
When the thunder rolls
I flip the switch
Energy crackles around me
I see the creature twitch
My new friend
Rises from the slab
Giving color
To a world gone grey and drab
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This House is Mine
03:40
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I am watching as the truck pulls up
See you unloading your possessions
If you really think this house is yours
I'll have to teach you all a lesson
You've signed your papers
You think that gives you dominion
But I've been here for centuries
And I will disabuse you of that opinion
I wait 'til you're sleeping peacefully
Then I start my performance
Fling your pots and your pans around
Conduct the metallic chorus
You can try to rationalize
Shield yourself from the truth
But I will wear you down
Until you can't deny the proof
And I'll be watching as the truck pulls away
Laugh at your hunched frames
As you give in to the inevitable
Surrender all your claims
This house is mine
From the roof to the foundation
This house is mine
And I will brook no infestation
This house is mine
This house is mine
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Children of the Night
02:58
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Sneak out my window
When the lights go dark
Stalk the empty streets
On my way down to the park
Look at the quiet houses
Imagine the secrets they might hold
But I know I'm stuck here
On the far side
Of the threshold
I hop the fence
To the field of headstones
Walk lightly across the ground
Seeded with old bones
The waning moon pokes its head
Above the mausoleum
Where I go to be alone
With my thoughts
And with my demons
In my lithic lair
I huddle on the floor
Alone with the dead
I don't have to pretend anymore
Hiding from the light
Running from a thirst that we can't slake
Children of the night
What sad specimens we make
Hiding from the light
Running from a thirst that we can't slake
Children of the night
What sad specimens we make
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I Love You, Jesse Shadow
02:46
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Late nights
Driving up I-85
As I accelerate
I start to feel alive
Pump up the volume
Crank up the bass
Your first solo record
Is my saving grace
I roll the windows down
And I sing along
Your dark world is
Where I belong
I'm at work
When I get the news
An undiagnosed illness
Took you from us too soon
I break down crying
I don't care who hears
I weep as if
I could heal you with my tears
Cut adrift I don't know how
I'll go on
Your dark world is
Where I belong
My friends don't understand
You were more than a singer
Riot of Worms was more than a band
You lit my way
Through your life and through your songs
Your dark world is
Where I belong
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The Ossitect
03:37
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I buy my materials online
I don't get out much these days
Each new arrival is cataloged
Every item has its place
The backyard is slowly disappearing
As my sculpture evolves and grows
Each new piece attached with copper wire
Moves it closer to its end
Though what that is
I don't know
I can't explain the impulse
There's no rhyme or reason I can divine
But each new femur or phalange I affix
Seems part of some celestial design
I don't expect anyone to understand
It confounds me too
But I know this sculpture of bone and wood and metal
Is the most important thing
That I'll ever do
I'm sipping scotch and soda when I hear the voices
Of my neighbors gathered just beyond the fence
My sculpture's grown too much to be a secret anymore
I prepare my defense
So bring on the HOA
Bring out your bylaws and your statutes
But I will stand my ground
And fend you off one by one
If I have to
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We are few in number
But we are strong in spirit
And we spread our message
To any who have the ears to hear it
You can mock
You can scoff
But beware
If you write us off
'Cause He's coming
We don our sacred robes
We've waited far too long to falter
And we raise our voices
As we join hands around the altar
The air is thick
With power
As we draw nearer
To the hour
When He's coming
All wrongs will be
Set right
When He erupts
Into the night
We will sit and watch
As you flee
When He finally comes
To set us free
When He comes
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Headless Relatives Troy, New York
Headless Relatives play songs. These songs feature desperate individuals, bittersweet memories, and ancient Egyptian gods. Some of these songs can be found here.
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