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Ghost Army of the Republic
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Midnight Oil
Verse 1 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of ash in your mouth. How slow the world is turning, still you don't know your north from your south. All the streetlights are winking; you hug your jacket close to your skin. Your heart is slowly sinking, but your brain's itching to dive right in. Verse 2 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of blood in your teeth. So fast the lights are spinning, and you can't tell your head from your feet. You hear the sirens wailing; the reek of melted rubber burns your nose. Now your vision is failing– son, that's just the way the money goes.
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Hibakusha (Little Boys Fly)
Verse 1 – My eyes turned to the sky– it was so bright, I cried. I stood and held my breath knowing I’d become death. When Shiva crossed the sea to war’s cacophony. Spoke his heraldic sage,   “The dawn of a new age.” See the little boy fly, into the blood-red sky. Chorus – That’s when the sky hit the ceiling and all the sand turned to glass. That’s when the rooftops were reeling and all the tenses were past. Verse 2 – It all went in a flash; the blossoms burned to ash. My searching skyward gaze went bleeding down my face. The angel raised his bow; both man and beast lai
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A Ghetto in Germany
Verse 1 - In a dark alley in old Berlin where the West meets the East. Old men huddle round fire barrels with rags wrapped round their feet. Footsteps crunching on broken glass; green-clad watchdogs creeping past. Chorus - There’s a light in the window in a ghetto in Germany. There’s twenty-five color TVs floating ‘round my head. There's a man with a badge and bludgeon cracking me a smile. And I think both of us wish that I were dead. Verse 2 - In a dark clinic in East Berlin where nerves and cords are frayed. Your pulse is marked by a blinking line while the nurses bow and pray. Footsteps echoing down the hal
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So Sorry, Mr. Scott
Verse 1 - He stood in the courthouse and pleaded his case. Once the mule of a surgeon, now the lamb of his race. From the shores of Virginia to the Gibraltar of the West The land held a shaky breath, and braced for the final test. Chorus - You threw the gauntlet where the gods dare not tread. Is that a length of twine Looped ‘round your head? Feet bare and bleeding, you walked the razor line. So sorry, Mr. Scott, it’s just not your time. Verse 2 - Pacing the halls of justice he awaited his fate. Five million pairs of eyes bore into him with hate. Some clad themselves in black, marched silent through the rain.
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Specters
Verse 1 - You draw the curtainson the sinking sun. Then the lights flicker, go dark one by one.   The clocks are ticking, mark the witching hours. Specters don their sheets, meet under the stars.   You can hear them whistling just outside your door, And you sink, weeping down upon the floor. Chorus - Specters come a-riding in Specters come a-riding Specters ride upon the wind On nights when God is crying Verse 2 - The moon is rising on a sundown town. Old bones are rattling,rising from the ground.   The clocks are chiming through the warm, still night. Specters don their hoods by the red torchlight. You can hear them whistling round ins
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The Great Unknown
Verse 1 - The Sun sinks slowly beneath the tree line At the edge of Mother Earth and Father Sky. Cirrus clouds spiral up to the heavens, Where kites and eagles perch after they die. Chorus - Lie down and let the wind caress your face. Lie down and feel the breath of God's embrace. Verse 2 - The night bleeds slowly over the mountains At the edge of Father Sky and Mother Earth. Fireflies make their rounds between the twinkling stars, Where the ship of dreams makes its lonely berth. Chorus - Lie down and let the wind caress your bones. Lie down and gaze into the great unknown. Exitlude - Do you really listen to the wind? Do you he
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Hollow God
Verse 1 - Forging your promised land, you built a paradise of fools. Born on a palmetto tide, you burned our flag and lashed your mules. Fathers, sons, and brothers painted your altar crimson red. You breathed fire in the pulpit, then left your brides and babes for dead. Chorus - And you followed, sheep to your shepherd. And you followed your hollow god. Verse 2 - Upon our promised land, you left a blackened powder stain. A trail of tears bedecked with urchin hordes and ashen rain. Like flocks of crows they swarmed, all waiting for the match to drop. With laughs and cheers they worshiped; “There goes your damned gospel shop!&#
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Ashes to Ashes UPDATED
Verse 1 - They’re grains of sand in a desert storm; they’re drops of water in a flood. They’re just crickets in a cacophony, Like cells in a stream of blood. Chorus - Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, And dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, From dawn to dusk. Verse 2 - You’re a fleck of paint on the Sistine walls; You’re just a needle in a wave of pain. You’re a dancing spark in a funeral pyre; You’re just a tear in the pouring rain. Chorus - Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, And dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to a
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Lt. Wellington and The Minutemen UPDATED
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Scythe
Verse 1 – This is the harvest season, the Autumn sky turned red. Almost time for your rounds, time for the dirt to be fed. Raise your scythe in the cornfield the stalks lined ear to ear. Green and gray, they count the days while the crows perch and cheer. Chorus – Just cut 'em all down. Just cut 'em all down. Verse 2 – Another harvest season, all the landscape turned red. Time to rise for your rounds, a black hood o’er your head. Put your scythe to the cornfield the stalks mown row by row. Green or gray, they fall the same; they reap the seeds they sow. Chorus – Just cut 'em all down. Just cut '
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Midnight Oil
Verse 1 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of ash in your mouth. How slow the world is turning, still you don't know your north from your south. All the streetlights are winking; you hug your jacket close to your skin. Your heart is slowly sinking, but your brain's itching to dive right in. Verse 2 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of blood in your teeth. So fast the lights are spinning, and you can't tell your head from your feet. You hear the sirens wailing; the reek of melted rubber burns your nose. Now your vision is failing– son, that's just the way the money goes.
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Hibakusha (Little Boys Fly)
Verse 1 – My eyes turned to the sky– it was so bright, I cried. I stood and held my breath knowing I’d become death. When Shiva crossed the sea to war’s cacophony. Spoke his heraldic sage,   “The dawn of a new age.” See the little boy fly, into the blood-red sky. Chorus – That’s when the sky hit the ceiling and all the sand turned to glass. That’s when the rooftops were reeling and all the tenses were past. Verse 2 – It all went in a flash; the blossoms burned to ash. My searching skyward gaze went bleeding down my face. The angel raised his bow; both man and beast lai
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A Ghetto in Germany
Verse 1 - In a dark alley in old Berlin where the West meets the East. Old men huddle round fire barrels with rags wrapped round their feet. Footsteps crunching on broken glass; green-clad watchdogs creeping past. Chorus - There’s a light in the window in a ghetto in Germany. There’s twenty-five color TVs floating ‘round my head. There's a man with a badge and bludgeon cracking me a smile. And I think both of us wish that I were dead. Verse 2 - In a dark clinic in East Berlin where nerves and cords are frayed. Your pulse is marked by a blinking line while the nurses bow and pray. Footsteps echoing down the hal
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So Sorry, Mr. Scott
Verse 1 - He stood in the courthouse and pleaded his case. Once the mule of a surgeon, now the lamb of his race. From the shores of Virginia to the Gibraltar of the West The land held a shaky breath, and braced for the final test. Chorus - You threw the gauntlet where the gods dare not tread. Is that a length of twine Looped ‘round your head? Feet bare and bleeding, you walked the razor line. So sorry, Mr. Scott, it’s just not your time. Verse 2 - Pacing the halls of justice he awaited his fate. Five million pairs of eyes bore into him with hate. Some clad themselves in black, marched silent through the rain.
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Specters
Verse 1 - You draw the curtainson the sinking sun. Then the lights flicker, go dark one by one.   The clocks are ticking, mark the witching hours. Specters don their sheets, meet under the stars.   You can hear them whistling just outside your door, And you sink, weeping down upon the floor. Chorus - Specters come a-riding in Specters come a-riding Specters ride upon the wind On nights when God is crying Verse 2 - The moon is rising on a sundown town. Old bones are rattling,rising from the ground.   The clocks are chiming through the warm, still night. Specters don their hoods by the red torchlight. You can hear them whistling round ins
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The Great Unknown
Verse 1 - The Sun sinks slowly beneath the tree line At the edge of Mother Earth and Father Sky. Cirrus clouds spiral up to the heavens, Where kites and eagles perch after they die. Chorus - Lie down and let the wind caress your face. Lie down and feel the breath of God's embrace. Verse 2 - The night bleeds slowly over the mountains At the edge of Father Sky and Mother Earth. Fireflies make their rounds between the twinkling stars, Where the ship of dreams makes its lonely berth. Chorus - Lie down and let the wind caress your bones. Lie down and gaze into the great unknown. Exitlude - Do you really listen to the wind? Do you he
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Hollow God
Verse 1 - Forging your promised land, you built a paradise of fools. Born on a palmetto tide, you burned our flag and lashed your mules. Fathers, sons, and brothers painted your altar crimson red. You breathed fire in the pulpit, then left your brides and babes for dead. Chorus - And you followed, sheep to your shepherd. And you followed your hollow god. Verse 2 - Upon our promised land, you left a blackened powder stain. A trail of tears bedecked with urchin hordes and ashen rain. Like flocks of crows they swarmed, all waiting for the match to drop. With laughs and cheers they worshiped; “There goes your damned gospel shop!&#
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Ashes to Ashes UPDATED
Verse 1 - They’re grains of sand in a desert storm; they’re drops of water in a flood. They’re just crickets in a cacophony, Like cells in a stream of blood. Chorus - Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, And dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, From dawn to dusk. Verse 2 - You’re a fleck of paint on the Sistine walls; You’re just a needle in a wave of pain. You’re a dancing spark in a funeral pyre; You’re just a tear in the pouring rain. Chorus - Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, And dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, Ashes to ashes, Ashes to a
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Lt. Wellington and The Minutemen UPDATED
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Scythe
Verse 1 – This is the harvest season, the Autumn sky turned red. Almost time for your rounds, time for the dirt to be fed. Raise your scythe in the cornfield the stalks lined ear to ear. Green and gray, they count the days while the crows perch and cheer. Chorus – Just cut 'em all down. Just cut 'em all down. Verse 2 – Another harvest season, all the landscape turned red. Time to rise for your rounds, a black hood o’er your head. Put your scythe to the cornfield the stalks mown row by row. Green or gray, they fall the same; they reap the seeds they sow. Chorus – Just cut 'em all down. Just cut '
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PREDATHEOSIS #2 (058)
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PREDATHEOSIS #2 (057)
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Zach Cooner: The Line Starts Here End Reflection
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river fording modification pt 3
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river fording modification pt 1
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A Strange Dog
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Nadja - Wild in Defensive mode
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Howdy folks--just wanted to say I'll be posting some new lyrics and (hopefully) multimedia pieces over the next few days. Keep an eye on your notifications! =)
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My old man turned 60 this week. He missed his birthday being April 1st by twenty-four hours. Oh, all the awful jokes I could be making...  
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This Fall I took Intermediate German after not touching the language for over four years, and I just found out I passed with a "B." I don't drink, so instead of getting wasted I guess I'll pig out on ice cream.  
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