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I Will Show You Fear in a Handful of Dust
This type of guy is why I don’t like to buy in parks
The darkness only comforts psychopaths and narcs
But no police would ever be missing so many teeth
So I sat down on the bench all nice to price his merchandise
He said, “The thing about killing cops is it’s easier to start than stop.”
His smile said he was joking but his bloody boots said that he was not
I was like, “All right, I’m just trying to buy some drugs tonight
And buddy you are not the plug
You might be about that thug life but I don’t want to end up in a black site
Or in the back of a black van rolled up in a rug.”
Eight hundred thousand officers seems impossible
Even if you hit the funerals and hospitals
Your vigilante dream won’t get me or the P.D. clean
I’ll risk a fentanyl O.D. but I don’t want the federales to Sentinel drone me
The Patriot Act is wack, sure, but sentences are heftier than they were before
And maybe I’m not that lefty anymore
I was like “All right, I’m just trying to buy some drugs tonight
And buddy you are not the plug
You might be about that thug life but I don’t want to end up in a black site
Or in the back of a black van rolled up in a rug.”
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Tampa Nightclub Incident
03:44
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Tampa Nightclub Incident
I suppose there's no chance of you leaving your boyfriend
When the soldiers won't let you leave his apartment
But full disclosure: I want you to know
My offer still stands when all of this nonsense ends
Downwind of the Air Force hangar
The sirens are almost a 1am banger
The nightclub where you drilled into my head
Is filling up with unidentified dead
While I'm losing my figure and losing my mind
But I won't lose my memory of small talk in 4/4 time
Nightlife is dead in the Bay
But I can still love you from six feet away
I didn't hit the floor hard just to fall for you
But I got your digits then the National Guard rolled through
Wait for me, will you wait for me?
An infected cruise ship stranded at sea
We would have been happy, maybe someday we still could be
My grandfather was a Taiwanese citizen
If we get married I'm sure they will let us in
I don't think Tampa will ever be safe again
In October let's go where they still have medicine
Just a brief quarantine
They say Taipei is pricey but clean
I know I shouldn't make contact at all
If he checks your phone he would see that I called
So I'll pretend to walk to a job in a hospital
Stand by the window if at all possible
Hey, at 7pm
Wave if we'll ever be together again
I didn't hit the floor hard just to fall for you
But I got your digits then the National Guard rolled through
Wait for me, will you wait for me?
An infected cruise ship stranded at sea
We would have been happy, maybe someday we still could be
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The Starbucks is on fire, my man, isn't this what you always dreamed would happen?
The coffee beans and gasoline smell like an obscenity
The tear gas dancing through the square is the breath of a toothless clipper captain
Motionless for months at sea with land a crumbling memory
Sure, maybe all your friends are dead, if they even existed
But you'll see each of them again when these iron-fisted feds take their talents to South Beach or Antietam
And the mountains darken and the summer weeps and the river flows
Through the empty lobbies of the towers full of unsold condos
You'll see them when the morbid gaze of the moon lights up whatever they call it
"The K-mart of doom" or "the tomb of the nurses" or "plant-based meat distribution center opening soon"
Beneath the bloody Birkenstocks, the broken old atomic clock won't read exactly when
But you'll see them, you'll see them again
Dead rappers, dead wrestlers, dead pastors, dead professors
Dead actors, dead doctors, dead snake oil remedy hawkers
Dead priests, dead joggers, dead beasts, dead first responders
Dead queens, dead peasants, dead teens, dead presidents
Dead singers
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500k
04:47
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500k
Those moments were never mine
Telling my little sister ghost stories
Though I was an only child
Swimming after dark in the stone quarries
Half a million songs are playing all at the same time
Half a million voices are the mountains of my mind
We need a new world to ruin
Remind me again, my friend, what are we doing?
Vague every time I wake
Was it raining ash or a white Halloween?
It's gonna be a dark dawn, it seems
Sometimes I am home then it slips out through my bones
Half a million bended roads extend beyond the earth
Half a million beds are glowing in the afterbirth
We need a new world to ruin
Remind me again, my friend, what are we doing?
Say goodbye (to) back pain
Children of the future will be medium brown
It's gonna be a long night, who cares
We are the worst parts of our forebears
Half a million miles until the devil tides resume
Half a million days aboard a haunted metal womb
We need a new world to ruin
Remind me again, my friend, what are we doing?
Are we really more than bells and fires?
Are we really more than bells and fires?
Are we really more than cells and wires?
Are we really more than cells and wires?
We are one, we are strong
We are done, we are gone
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The Faith Organ
04:23
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The Faith Organ
Desert people pray to their own dreams
Then they make up a few stories to explain what it all means
All the child sacrifice might strike me as odd
But no one wants me to be their god
Every bush on fire is really just a pyre for the dead
Forget vengeance
The sane ought to pray for rain instead
The sane ought to pray for rain instead
My friend lost his mind in the corn
He walked into the sunset just as nude as he was born
They found him singing folk songs to a couple bags of seed
Now we all hope he gets the help he needs
But it's hard to scare the crows when every field echoes with their call
They know about
the tomb of Montezuma in us all
the tomb of Montezuma in us all
It's curtains for the European pews
They're turning every house of worship into a new venue
'Cause Christ didn't suffer six hours on the cross
Just to see his home become a mosque
On a table by the doorway there's a metal band from Norway selling merch
Tapes and shirts that say
"Odin rides again, fuck your church"
"Odin rides again, fuck your church"
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Nadalands Fort Collins, Colorado
Nadalands is the solo songwriting project of John Lindenbaum (The Lonelyhearts, The Distances, Rust Belt Music).
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