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Blue Sorceress
00:53
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Obsidian Temple
02:30
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I am an alchemist
I create the fear
As the ruins uncovered
They hold you so dear
And they see through the peephole
To prepare the gods
For the ritual
For the bees
Who make all the honey
Inside of the hive
To prepare the gods
For the ritual
For the bees
Who make all the honey
Inside of the hive
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3. |
Disunion
05:36
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There is no forgiveness, thought it isn’t all that bad
If you decide yourself I think I’ll understand
At my suggestion, which is all I ever had
I tried to recuse myself when you took the stand
So divided
So divided
So divided
Somethings going wrong
Something getting strong
So divided
So divided
So divided
Somethings going wrong
Something getting strong
Watch from a distance and upon that hill
You’ll find me up there…still
So divided
So divided
So divided
Somethings going wrong
Something getting strong
And you know you have the right
To put up a good fight
But it seems so distant now
That you just don’t even know how
And I don’t even blame you
For knowing not what to do
Nor do I fight the cobra for the fruit
And I can’t fight it,
And you can’t fight it
And no one can fight it
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Even my dreams, they bore me now
I keep on asking, “Can I feel somehow?”
You start running to feel that wow
That’s the way to appease me now
And I wonder,
“What can any of us do…to break on through?”
Leisure activities for the rich
Lifeless eyes that barely twitch
Forget the middle, head for the ditch
That’s the way to scratch that itch
But I wonder,
“What can any of us do…to break on through?”
We spend our lives in some pursuit
To feel alive, to taste that fruit
Now we come to a terrible truth
There is no goal that’s absolute
But still I wonder,
“What can any of us do…to break on through?”
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5. |
Covered in Eyes
03:42
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Tuesday night in room number 8
Covered in eyes
I rise
Like a wave, it encloses me
It does flow through me
Capsized
If you want you can have your fun
I’m on the run
So I’ve begun
…to fly
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Wait for me, Joshua Tree, I would like to breathe
Wait for me, Joshua Tree, I would like to breathe
Wait for me, Joshua Tree, I would like to breathe
Now
God don’t mind, he don’t care about you anymore
God don’t mind, he don’t care about you anymore
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6. |
Nor Is It Strong
04:03
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Most of the time it’s hard to believe
But then again, the truth lies somewhere between
I can’t decide, but try to define the rules
And ante up into this card game of thoughtless fools
Sha-la-la
Oh Sha-la-la
Without a warning the gates of compassion do close
The violence of their heartless carnage has finally arose
They smile and look into the eyes of the demons they seek
For they have found nothing they cannot exploit from the week
Sha-la-la
Oh Sha-la-la
I will resign all of my hatred to this place
I found it useless, it does not serve me in these ways
They say it’s a gift, I say it’s baggage that needs to be dropped
If you do find yourself inside this dadaist’s plot
Sha-la-la
Oh Sha-la-la
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The Devil’s Word
05:44
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The devil’s got a golden tongue
He will tell you what you wanna hear
Make you feel like number one
Just got to lend him an ear
He’s a liar.
He is gonna make it right
Send your prayers those kids won’t get shot
He just ask you for some money
Don’t know what he need it for
And oh man
I tell you he’s wanting more
He is gonna tell you lies
While he tells you that he tell the truth
Everything he say is twisted and jumbled up inside
Cuz he wants to get you to do what he want you to do
He’s a liar.
And oh man
I tell you he’s wanting more
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8. |
Exalted and Exhausted
03:35
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Blacked out, and wondering
What shape I’m in, and where to go
Destroyed with a simple glance
Without the chance to explode
So I define my own religion
And try to decide each decision
But it’s an act of attrition
My head is aching, my throat is dry
I’m waking up, for the third time
My head is aching, my throat is dry
I’m waking up, for the third time
So I define my own religion
And try to decide each decision
But it’s an act of attrition
Without darkness there is no light
Without sound, there is no hearing
I’m exhausted and exalted
So we should just say goodnight
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Shapeshifter
03:18
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On these plains,
these wide open spaces
We run free,
recklessly and without noticing
But I wouldn’t let you down
No I wouldn’t let you down
I wouldn’t let you down
At least, while you’re around
The breeze, the rain
The things that you secretly
Desire you tame
But if we start looking deeply
But I wouldn’t let you down
No I wouldn’t let you down
I wouldn’t let you down
At least, while you’re around
We change our shape
And do not disturb anything
And I have seen the leaves as their changing
They fall when they’re no longer needed
But I wouldn’t let you down
No I wouldn’t let you down
I wouldn’t let you down
At least, while you’re around
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Break all the bookend walls
Their bindings fulfilled
To all the night-school hang-gliders
They climb up the hills
They drink deep from their stills
They’re flying at will
They find no morning stone
They cast their nets of flesh and bone
They alone can do it all
But they know too late
The hearts they break
Will pine and ache too long
Too long, too long
They know too late
The hearts they break
Will pine and ache too long
Too long, too long
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11. |
Acetone
04:45
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He knows just how to play the game
He roughs you up, says you’re to blame
Inside the storm
You ride the wind
Without remorse he’s on the take
He gives his word, you know it’s fake
It leaves you cold
It fucks you now
And should you bow and do obey
You find some words that you can say
It fans the fear
that makes you stay
Do not forgive, or try to feel
Just stuff your face and hate the heel
But deep inside
You try to hide
The sirens call, it’s gentle song
The blurring of what’s right and wrong
It breaks you down
it’s over now
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Cloister Maximus Portland, Oregon
Cloister Maximus is the musical project of multi-instrumentalist songwriter Stephen Kozik. Used initially as an idea playground when in Portland bands The Mouse that Roared, Minmae, and the Tufftees—but later growing into full-fledged recordings that explored an amalgamation of multiple styles including 70’s pop, psychedelia, garage, folk, and outsider indie rock. ... more
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