1. |
Bruise
04:01
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Cut the heartstrings
Broke the wings off that red-headed songbird
Broke the knife at the hilt
Beat the chest ‘til every rib was bleeding
And all the ghosts were singing
You lost your joy
And all the little men inside your head were screaming
You passed the buck
And all the women came to feast upon your silence
Swallowed the lightning
Let them follow you
Breathed out the fire
Your love is like a bruise
Your hands were shaking
And all your words turn to ice
The bitter bitterness of life
Little stones beneath your feet
You carried them this far
To lay them all the alter
Swallowed the lightning
Let them follow you
Breathed out the fire
Your love is like a bruise
And all the ghosts were singing
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2. |
Whistleblower
04:32
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Shot down from a promising sky
and I’m picking up the pieces
Shut my mouth, let the days go by
Don’t wanna be one of “those bitches”
I’m not ready yet to be alone
Headspace? My headspace...
My head’s a basket case
Work, work, work until the dead is dead
and I’m afraid I might just be too late
I’m not ready yet to be alone
You can’t see me anyway
Shot down from a promising sky
and I’m leaving all the pieces
I’m not waiting for Godot to come by
I’m gonna be one of “those bitches”
But I’m not ready yet to be alone
I’m not ready yet to be alone
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3. |
Cut
04:03
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What did you expect
Beneath fluorescent lamps
With the cynical truth mirrors always tell
First you take a breath
Then you touch your flesh
Find the sharp edge and plunge it in
What did you expect
Once release gave way to regret
And your scars wear better than your shame
And I can’t ask you why
You need you need your knife
To feel anything
Release me
Let the pain so wet
Be wrung from my chest
Release me
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4. |
Burned
04:40
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You got a lot of nerve
to wear that smile
The light only shines through
when you close your eyes
Got a new suit on,
new snakeskin shoes
Everyone’s checking out
that new tattoo
But you better leave the car running
You better slip out the back door
You better get out of this town
I’ve got a brand-new toy,
I want to try it out
Every time I see you move your mouth
I’ve got a scalded heart,
wrapped in steel ribs
No time to scold you
for the things you did
But you better leave the car running
You better slip out the back door
You better get out of this town
You’re talking tall
in your sheep’s clothes
Lying through your teeth
now everyone knows
Tried to leave no tracks,
tried to leave no trace
With no scent of consent,
it’s hard to wipe away
But you better get out of my way
Or there’ll be some hell to pay
You better get out of this town
You better leave the car running
You better slip out the back door
You better get out of this town
All your bridges are burning down
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5. |
The Stone Castle
04:45
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(instrumental)
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6. |
Master Manipulator
05:24
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Watch me go
Like a double-standard walking
Call me out
Try to split my heart in two
Your christening
Is a veil, a hollow story
Just save your face
‘Cause that’s all you care to do
(That’s all you care to fucking do)
Say I’m blind
To the victim and abuser
You assume
But you don’t know what you say
I’m a woman rising over my dark shadow
I’ve been abused
But I’ve healed and walked away
(I’ve walked away)
I hear you talkin’
Nurture the fear that grows in you
All for you
I see right through it
As what Townshend would say to you
I’m right in tune
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7. |
Black-Capped Cry
04:36
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Unbroken, we’ve built them
Freedom to fly on “promised land”
Misshapen, they withstand
The wrath of Earth - no bigger plan
We can go on forever
Out of our damn minds
Burning, destroying together
Hate is lost inside
Red exes, big fences
We barricade the exits
Back and forth we ignore
The words of truth that time won’t tell
We can go on forever
Out of our damn minds
Burning, destroying together
Pain is lost inside
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8. |
One More Time
04:17
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Just now realized
My self-destructive nights
Lyin’ one more time
So I can say I’m fine
Breathe in salt water
I hold my head under
Feeling the still tide
I finally rest my mind
Waking up again
With bricks in my head
Rollin’ out of bed
‘Cause I don’t care
Drawing twisted lines
Stare back at empty eyes
Drinking one more time
So I can say I’m fine
Waking up again
With bricks in my head
Rollin’ out of bed
‘Cause I don’t care
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9. |
Leave the Gaslight On
04:05
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It’s not right
How I’m feeling
The truth bites hard
The hand that feeds it
On and on and on
Each lie floats away
It’s not right
The way you tease me
The truth bites hard
Each time you feed it
On and on and on
Each sound, turn away
It’s not right
How dare you?
The truth’s not blind
It’s coming for you
On and on and on
We will never forgive you
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Blood Lemon Boise, Idaho
Boise's Lisa Simpson, Melanie Radford and Lindsey Lloyd formed Blood Lemon out of mutual love for 90's alternative vibes, heavy riffs, melting harmonies and power trios.
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