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Ex-Voto
04:01
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Take one last drag
And bang on the door of church.
Squint to see there’s no one home.
Not even the god he came to know.
Falling down in confession booths.
Another soul perverts the truth.
“God where are you? I’m in pain
I’m a liar. I’m ashamed.”
Barely standing and a heart of gold
Another soul professes his faith.
“It’s been a long time but i’m finally back.
This prodigal son seeks a fattened calf.”
Light a candle and grab a hymnal,
Pray a prayer of drunken denial.
Passing out with an ugly whining
Our favorite burner knocks over his offering.
“Where have you been? Life’s in shambles.
I walk here to pray and drink of mercy.
Instead I'm met with grief, prayer candles,
Empty church, and empty bottles.”
He’s walking down the aisle
Like with his bride on his wedding day.
He’s walking down the aisle
with love from a bottle and no bouquet
Light a candle and grab a hymnal,
Pray a prayer of drunken denial.
Passing out with an ugly whining
God’s favorite burner knocks over his offering.
Here’s the church, there’s the steeple
And it’s burning for all the people.
Now they’re praying for God’s provision
While our drunkard is no longer with us.
Church up in flames - oh the irony.
This drunk came to pray and now his body
is charred in its place. Seems quite holy.
Folded hands. Fucked poor soul.
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2. |
Thirteen Arrows
03:51
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I see a man with something to prove -
A desire deep down to make his dad full of love
With no name
Yet his dad is removed unwilling to budge
His son becomes obsessed with power and rage
With no place
Now time has gone on and the son is alone
He could buy his love and the rest of the world
With a dollar and a few cents
His quality of love is piss
So given the stars and a shit ton of pride
The son has a thought to hijack the stripes
No shame
You’re grinning with your teeth. Keep shining.
Write some books. They’re selling. Who’s reading?
You find your place in the television crowd.
Surrounded by white noise. Sweet adoration.
I want you to see my picture.
I did it with my own two fingers
Red, white, and blue stain on our throat
Each household above their door frame
Has painted in blood only one name
Depending on the income
You could make some real waves
If you have a camera, point it his way
Smile and wait.
We’re glad you like the picture
Forever it lives in the hallway
Come over anytime you’d like and we can drink to self importance
I thought we could make this feel better
Lets trust the man with the face of leather
“If only they could see it our way”
Who is they? What is they? Use a name
Hand basket dreams
Torches earn my place
I am the bit of the pale horse
Steering my love into that pretty white
Face the orange light
Will you come my way?
And the outcome we got
Not what we wanted it to be
So the nation might collapse under power and weight
Of a man who all he wanted was to earn his place
Among a group of people often misunderstood
Where no one takes the time hear their voice
Incredible timing with a knock at the door
Now the rest of us are forced to saddle a horse
Pack our bags for a dystopian place
Where everything we see is riddled with hate
Speak louder and listen
Wait for the next story
Of a few more shots and a few more bodies
Breathe in breathe in while the kids play adults
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3. |
Thoughts Underwater
03:40
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I don’t want to be the same man that you want me to be.
There’s a haunting breath behind me.
Whispering defeat and slight squeeze.
Sliding down the lie where you want me to be. L’appel du vide. I am incomplete.
Do you feel this hole? Do you tell me to think? This heart only putters. My calling repeats.
I don’t want to be the same man that you want me to be.
There’s a haunting breath behind me.
Whispering defeat and slight squeeze
Two red dots swell white. You want me to see.
Freckles in moonlight. They’re on your cheek.
Sliding down the lie where you want me to be. L’appel du vide. I am incomplete.
Do you feel this hole? Do you tell me to think? This heart only putters. My calling repeats.
My calling repeats
And I’m fighting compulsion to let the void talk
The part on my shoulder that’s screaming “burn that!”
I couldn’t hold a child or be given the truth. Roll me up in a rug. Leave only refuse.
My calling repeats. I’ll never void walk.
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4. |
The Olive Branch
03:42
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Don’t wake me up ungrateful. So
another talk about some hateful news.
A heavy haze, Appalachian sun,
a millstone around an already broken neck.
Feed me, pixelated faces.
Spew rocks from your mouths -
more brains wasted.
Give me a voice and a soapbox to preach from.
I’ll die for my cause - this lowercase hatred.
Think of a clever way to say…
No one will care in a few days.
Disguise it to amuse.
I’ll unlearn your shit.
I’ve been abused.
Think of a clever way to say…
Viewership will increase in a day.
Rewind it to learn the truth.
I’ll indoctrinate the american youth.
Realized what i should say,
“It’s too easy to become king in a day.”
Realized what I should say,
“Too easy to topple your priests in a day.”
Nothing is sacred.
Tired of watching pixelated faces.
Nothing is sacred.
Taking classes on classical conversation.
Nothing is sacred.
These schools teach us disguised hatred.
Nothing is sacred.
I’m base of the mountain kind of educated.
Nothing is sacred.
That thing in the air you thought you tasted...
Nothing is sacred.
Turns out it’s a form of oppression.
Well you guessed it. Nothing is sacred.
I like the way you sit on top of the olive branch.
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5. |
Lilith
03:46
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That little flame flickers more than it shines
And hell feels much better from the inside.
So breathe in and breathe deep;
Make it count and cough
Block off your heart, that’s what you need.
One bite will never fill
The best don’t grow on trees.
They stem from you and me
You can live on me alone.
We can smoke out in the cold.
You can live on me alone.
Calm down baby it’s just this once.
One bite will never fill.
The best don’t grow on trees.
They stem from you and me.
Branch by branch
That shrewd smile you do and the way you fold your legs
Like strings pulling my ruin.
I’m conned for some kindling.
My books say to run from you, but I think I’m brave enough.
Truth is, I’ve never done this before so I was hoping you could show me.
One bite will never fill.
The best don’t hang on trees.
They stem from you and me.
You can live on me alone, I won’t let you die alone.
If you live on me alone, we’re gonna die alone.
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6. |
Thread Count
05:02
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Cold blanket of ash
Pulled over me
I find myself in the den
And could walk right past
For however long you sleep
Yet I would still go through spider webs for you
While you would weave your own bed
To catch my feet
You know that feeling
middle of the night
Moths fly at the window
Singing in sleep
We are moonlight
Still I get caught up in spider webs with you
Running my hands on my face
Like it’s still there
We can’t help but wake up.
To the neighbors dogs.
One black. One white. All the same.
Telling us the leaves have changed.
And when the winter comes the spiders start to move
Immigrating one at a time
Illegally to our bedroom
Today we wake up in a woven silk cocoon
Stored away until the winter’s done
And the world’s brand new.
And now after all that care spiders still scare you
Now I have to force them out
Even though I don’t want to
Together, the first cold night.
Will I remember your quiet
as our days get shorter?
Soon, it will get dark before dinner
and we both must practice patience
still and tense like the breaths you take
before falling asleep
or like those coughs I hear when combing my hair
a chance to turn off the light
a chance to take our dose
I will leave the door open and the fan blowing
Now i have realized
You were that first cold night.
What kept the creatures coming
Was tucked in next to me.
In the morning, the blankets pulled away.
And you lie there half asleep.
But here I will be
Here I will be going through my routine. Waiting.
Closing the windows was no help.
Hand on the switch, I had one last thought:.
“Do our lights work today?”
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Stutterer Cincinnati, Ohio
Stutterer is a post-hardcore band from Cincinnati. Their music is a combination of glistening melodies and raw, unbridled aggression -- creating something artfully unique. Influenced by mewithoutYou, La Dispute, and The Chariot, Stutterer uses their music to tell stories and invoke emotional experiences. Since 2015, the band has been playing shows at small local venues and DIY spots. ... more
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