1. |
Mockingbird
05:14
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Oh, mockingbird
You’re the heart for me
While we were wasted
Merely saving hope
And I was drowning
In your darkened seas
And all your friends at the bars
They look like ghosts
For unemployed laborers
In their sweaty trees
The lingering smell of lilacs
In her auburn hair
Although feigned resistance
Which I tried to hide
Til at long last you retire
Oh my lover
If ever you was mine
How happy the seasons
When our hearts align
Oh the joy and the difference
That is in your eyes
How happy the seasons
When our hearts align
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2. |
Gods In Progress
02:43
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Be it unto me
As it was spoken
The line across your hip
Where I lay down
Tie him like a cross
On your shoulder
Lay him like a man who has no options
Gods in progress
And I don’t get it
Say it like a prayer
Until you mean it
Lead me to the altar
I won’t blame you
Take it on the chin
Until you know him
Hidden in the heart of
All your patience
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3. |
Dead On Sight
04:24
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A willow speaks
Of thee I sing
From thee I take
Most everything
Am I dead on sight
When you aim
Oh the blood
That flows beneath
The bones we plant
The pain I see
It is all I know
But you say different
On your back
With fingers drawn
A name you speak
The gift of god
It is all I want
But you are patient
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4. |
Goldenrod
01:52
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Somewhere in this house
You are sleeping
I am goldenrod
Bind me to your legs
Raise me up
With your eyelids
What is in a man
But to breathe
What is in a man
But to keep on
Adam, when we was young
We talked shit
And did drugs
But now that your
Eyes have changed
And gone dark
My spine’s still creeping
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5. |
How Shall We Be Saved
04:26
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Swing low
Over me
Break branches
And be my feet
Call me upward
With a song to sing
Oh my lord
Oh my lord
Be my wings
When I can’t walk
Hold my hands
As I’m a child
Cos I was blind
As a fool
I used things
I messed you up
Carry me on them wings
Oh my lord
Break my heart
With your songs
My sweet dove
It is you that I see
Oh my lord
I saw you stand
And I saw you fall
One leg beneath
One arm on top
Kissing moonlight
Beneath the shade
Of your mother’s branches
Oh, ride on my shoulders
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6. |
Angel Of Death
03:31
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When will I be
Wrapped like the truth
Around your ankles
Whispering love
Into the spine of a mountain
Place me like a seal over your heart
Level that gun
Like a savior of forgiveness
Bury me well
In the crook of your neck
When will we be
Spirits on the
Eyes of a lover
The angel of death
Wrapped in the cloak
Of a shepherd
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7. |
Gold Coast
02:57
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Gold Coast baby’s eyes
It’s nothing gonna
Change that heart
Two times lying said
If I’m sober in my own mind
Holy in my own right
I need you here
West coast lately yours
Spoken like
A young one does
Too hard and too fast
To come
But if you’re sober in your own mind
Holy in your own right
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8. |
Holy Is Your Breath
02:55
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Holy is your breath
Holy is your breath
Upon my throat
Like a widow
Buried in the fall
The arc of your back
And what it saves
Men from death
With you coming up the mountain
I’m bleeding from the chest
You holding thread and needle
With an eye that says
Not yet
Holy is your breath
Upon my throat
The fear of god
And all what desire
A reckless wing
And all what it saves
Men from death
Oh, what a diamond
She proclaims
Steady in the eyes
Is that man
One on the altar
Two in the chest
Destined for sin
But not yet
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9. |
Sampson
02:30
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Samson baby
Do you love that girl
With a demon in hand
Will she hold your heart
They said you were fuckin
Outside my place
I cried hard
When the video played
Cos that footage don’t lie
Now do it babe
Sometimes in summer
Sometimes in winter
You lose your way
I saw the message
She wrote to you
Is her name tattooed
Beneath your heart
I cried myself
All black and blue
At the thought of you
Lying in her arms
And I still cry hard
when the video plays
Cos that footage don’t lie
Now do it babe
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10. |
Apocalypse
01:23
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When you spoke
Of loneliness
The magic that ensued
All the dreams
High piled up
Came crashing down for you
I was still on 18th Street
Just spilling love like blood
Through arteries
And open lines
Kissed with razor blades
Constantly you
Sing that song
“My Mountains Turn To Dust”
Apocalypse, Apocalypse
The rending of the heart
Apocalypse, Apocalypse
Kissed with razor blades
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Matthew Paul Butler Durham, North Carolina
Matthew Paul Butler's music is equal parts delicacy and anarchy — indie neo-folk soul rock — emotional and musical nuance and egress.
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