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I'm in love with everyone
Everyone scares me to death
Dipping my toe in the Lethe
Please won't you make me forget
That I'm in love with everyone
Look at the crown on my head
Look at the ways I've been blessed
Please won't you go in my stead
Love is a four-letter word
Love is a formative word
I'm in love with everyone
Running from cradle to grave
There is no stop on the way
It's what the chorus will say
That I'm in love with everyone
Living an apple a day
Living a wordy mistake
Because of a single name
Love is a four-letter word
Love is a formative word
Love is a secretive thing
Love is a secretive thing
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Marty wanders down Clark like a crucified roamer whose death is the plan
Running on fat and gasoline, with wounds in his hands
Marty is the exception to rules he invented then broke like thin glass
Starting cults in the north side like God of the middle class
Marty paces in circles around the logical track he's abused
A philosopher king whose words crush throats like a noose
Marty speaks about freedom but doesn't see the beam lodged in his eye
For to worship's to sing the praise of palliative lies
Marty sits all alone on a throne tossing bones to ridiculous dogs
He's much happier there in the end
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Quarterdeath
03:37
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I'm not particularly sentimental
I'm just a little sad and gay
I've got some wisdom but it's incidental
I chase my tail just like a stray
I'm not the type to tag the funny feelings
I feel most held inside the gray
I close my eyes and then I hit the ceiling
I die a little every day
Well they call me the hunter
I've got the world in my sights
Yeah they call me the hunter
I never sleep but I'm alright
Twenty-five and I'm alive and well for now
Twenty-five and I'm still kicking it somehow
Twenty-five I get my licks from tricks I sell
Twenty-five and I'm in hell
Well they call me the lover
But I barely love myself
Yeah they call me the lover
I keep my heart up on a shelf
Twenty-five and I'm alive and well for now
Twenty-five and I'm still kicking it somehow
Twenty-five I get my licks from tricks I sell
Twenty-five and I'm in hell
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The Exception
03:19
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One end for everybody
One end for all
I've got a plan to lose it
I'll never fall
They say love is forever
Well I am too
The reaper cannot touch me
I'm God to you
I am the exception
The only exception
I am the exception
I am
I am
There is one end to bind us
Well not for I
I couldn't bear to lose me
I've got clear eyes
I've got a heart that's fuller
And filling still
Fucking all that defines us
I am the will
I am the exception
The only exception
I am the exception
I am
I am
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River Lethe
02:41
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I am Judas in the Lethe
Going about forgiveness in awful ways
I am Mary in the Lethe
Pouring perfume on those who enter
I am Jimmy in the Lethe
Laughing my ass off as my mind goes numb
I am Patrick in the Lethe
Letting the bodies just slip away
I am Ronald in the Lethe
Trying to forget the women I'd neglected
I am Nancy in the Lethe
Mending the gaps with thoughts and prayers
I am Samuel in the Lethe
A ghost who speaks of the end times
Come on, and dip your toes in the water
And time will end for you
I am Michael in the Lethe
Take your pick in what sense a monster
I am Kanye in the Lethe
Settling all worldly beef
I am Jesus in the Lethe
Two thousand years from supplantation
I am Jesus in the Lethe
Now watch me die for you
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Jacob's a Winner
03:26
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Left alone without my possessions
Raving like a dog
Wrestling men the way up 'til daybreak
Struggling with Bog
Overcoming that which defines us
Rolling up a hill
Though the hip is not to be eaten
I'm a winner still
I'm a winner still
I'm a winner still
I'm a winner still
Left alone with two wives ahead now
Under vengeful face
Tearing up my bone from my marrow
I will name this place
I will name this place
I will name this place
I will name this place
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He Brings Grief
03:55
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He brings grief
He brings heavy metal
That breaks bone from marrow
A white stranger fires his gun
And kills his child
He brings grief
But nothing you can't handle
It's all that you've ever known
A white stranger fires his gun
Averting eyes
Oh, glory
Oh, glory
He brings grief
He'll dry every eye
After making them watch it
The world don't know 'bout mercy anyway
Oh, glory
Oh, glory
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Release the Hounds
03:21
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I will give dogs what is holy
Give them bread for children
Let them maul and bite me
If only to find you
I will run far from their power
Have my soul delivered
On a silver platter
To the devil just for you
Release the hounds
Release the hounds
I will make love I will break love
Silent as a whisper
Chasing tails in circles
To find out what is true
I will eat meat torn by monsters
Consecrate the hellhound
Prowl around the city
All in search of you
Release the hounds
Release the hounds
Will I know them when I see them?
Will they know me when they see?
Will I know them when I see them?
Will they know me when they see?
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Mortal Love
04:04
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You know I need you
You know I want you
Mama I need you, I need you
In my life
To love's to die
So take me with you when you face that sweet abyss
I ain't got time
To think about it but I feel it in my chest
All pass away
So sings my soul everything will return to dust
Could be today
So let's all be hosts and drink up just like we must
You know I need you
You know I want you
Mama I need you, I need you
In my life
To love's to die
So may the sun set like a secret steeped in trust
I ain't got time
But you don't either so let's put our faith in us
You know I need you
You know I want you
Mama I need you, I need you
In my life
I will love you all my days
I will love you all my days
I will love you all my days
Oh, I will love you all my days
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Tommy Kessler Chicago, Illinois
St. Louis-raised, Chicago-based guitarist, songwriter, producer, and vocalist. (he/him)
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