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The Gatling Gun Revival

by The Gatling Gun Revival

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1.
The serpent’s silver tongue is a loaded gun tangled in the sheets Where our souls collide with the words that slide right between our teeth And with a tasteless kiss on our careless lips we take what we can get. Another shapeless face in the shameless race to live without regret For love has always been a guessing game and city starlight shines as we march in Lines to find ourselves again Replacing one vice with the other to forget where we have been. As creatures of the night we find comfort in the moonlight’s lonesome song Where our demons are set free to fly with wings of the darkest shades of gray So the whiskey burns as we take our turns to dance with misery Then Danny says to me, “well, maybe she’s the one to make you see That no one’s ever all they hope to be and it’s godlessness we learn is best to Help ourselves believe So let’s open another bottle and we’ll drive away defeat.” I know we are all just fugitives of someone we loved that we cannot forget. Now the sun is rising somewhere above our heads. I guess we lost track of time. I know we are all just killing time. Until the minaret of circumstance brings us to our knees And we’re praying to an emptiness that makes us feel complete.
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I've seen everything there is to see from upon a throne But the meaning behind it all was far too small Let's raise the stakes because I’m wide awake I'll keep tossing and turning till I see the light of day My mind is a swinging pendulum caught in a snare My body's a shipwrecked vessel in need of repair To me it's all just the same as I try to find my way through the thickening air I keep waiting for a spark To light my way through the dark. So wash your eyes in the light and come on outside. All the trees of the field are growing higher towards the sun Until the war was won And all the rivers run into the sea but they'll never make it full There is nothing new under the sun, shadows only tell us of our time All is vanity My eyes are not satisfied with what see through this door My ears are refusing to listen anymore Yet with the eyes of a dove you look down upon me Till the madness and folly fill my heart all up with grief Oh how I long to be free
3.
In castles made of mother's sheets We found all our joy in the make belief. Convinced that every dream would come true We're taught there's nothing lurking beneath our beds we made it up from within our heads And brought them to life The walls get thinner as we speak The fields we knew as children become concrete No success we yield. So the lesser part of me’s getting cold While the better part of me starts to fade I feel the phantom’s breath brush upon my skin Tonight, I'll leave the lights on Between our futures and our past The distance travelled turned out way too fast The punchline still remains. We found the monsters in our heads are real The gift of regret will linger on Forgo what we once knew With bated breath we get our fill The diamonds in the rough are sparkling still There's nothing left to find So the lesser part of me’s getting cold While the better part of me starts to fade I feel the phantom’s breath brush upon my skin Tonight. The deeper part of me starts to drown The shallow part comes up from the ground The sunlight on my face has turned from red to gray Tonight, I'll turn the lights off. On my own To the unknown Oh how we used to find such joy under the summer sun we'd make believe, we'd make believe
4.
We could lie beneath a house of sticks and wait for it to fall Put the blame upon the winter breeze that chills us to the bone These footsteps always remind me  Of when we followed our inhibitions A trail of crumbs towards our demise Forgive us of everything we have done Carbon frames and porcelain faces We are both human after all My own chivalry in battered armor mounted on a foal Crumbling stairs and lofty prison cells are all you've ever known As we make our way through the forest Witches surround a cauldron of doubt Casting their spells upon the weak We can hold our breath and wait for each and every star to fall Like the shattered pieces of a crystal ball Won't you let down your hair and when will I find you there My banner is waving, high up above my head the sound of the breeze is crashing right into my opened ears With the blades of grass beneath our sandy feet we settle down, while all the trees become our crown Laughter echoes through the crooked walls we built In a far away land, we'll flee the invisible hand where every step that we take will be our home We could lie beneath a house of sticks and wait for it to fall Put the blame upon the winter breeze that chills us to the bone
5.
Snow Angel 04:53
She fluttered like snow above my head Without gravity tethered to her wings Hearts weathered and worn she flew through the yard Abandoned winter coats left beside the door For they would only weigh us down With words in my mouth that froze to my tongue And our icicle dreams clung to barren trees Naked and stripped of all dignity Towering branches we had failed to climb again Aspiring still to overcome The heights from which we fell Frosty panes of glass sheltered us from the frigid dawn If only our desire was enough Eloquent goodbyes that fell on deaf ears And her frostbitten nose pressed against my skin She lingered there I felt her hesitate We wrapped ourselves in the arms of forgiveness too shivering in the glistening silence Desire itself is not enough Frosty panes of glass sheltered us from the frigid dawn If only our desire was enough
6.
Only the finest lines distinguish hope from fear As the sun and the moon they whisper sweet farewells And the crest of a wave is my only friend To ferry me back to shore again. Again, again, I'll sail again. Now the stars up above are waking from their sleep And though they seem to be the facade behind which heaven lies I surrender myself to the dance of time Where darkness and light are endlessly entwined Again, again, again we'll sail again We can choose to believe the world isn't round at all so we don't have to raise up our sails, anchored firmly below A broken sailor in a storm with nothing to lose at all Can we remain on course to find another land? Oh, Won't you distill in me a willingness to fight before I wither away into an endless night?  Oh, the depths to which I would go or the heights to which I'd fly to find a key with which to free myself.  So I have tied myself to the mast of fate I'm at the edge of the world and i'll never let myself come apart Only the tempest suggests which way to go As I rise and I fall with the ebb and the flow again, again, again We can choose to believe the world isn't round at all so we don't have to raise up our sails, anchored firmly below A broken sailor in a storm with nothing to lose at all Can we remain on course to find another day? Only the finest lines distinguish hope from fear
7.
Byzantine Hearts A crowded subway train trembles under the weight Avoiding weary eyes of strangers that hesitate, The sound of emptiness, how it fills the awkwardness, And nurtures loneliness until we can arrive. Chasing the laughter down the platform through the gate, A storm came rolling in and lured her from my gaze. The air electric while the threat looms overhead, With colored canopies we braved the acid rain. Swallowed our indifferences for the sake of being safe Lips pressed against the hope of finding anyone To make me feel the same as I did once before. But all these byzantine hearts are waiting, waiting for the sky to fall. Every little bit you. Silhouettes and traffic lights sulk in abandoned streets We wander down the path we have come to know so well. The sound of voices whisper, gathering around our feet. A round of thundering applause echoes through the night. Apologetic souls coiled at the water's edge And no one gives a damn about what you hope to do. you're only remembered for the things you choose to do. But all these byzantine hearts are waiting, waiting for the sky to fall. Every little bit you.
8.
He said, 'yesterday's a memory that's fading, as each grain of sand slips through the hour glass. Withering away the sharpest edges carved in granite and passion fades with compromise. Our aspiration brings us to the peaks of towers, And we claim our humble piece of cluttered sky. Till this stream of consciousness against which we've been swimming. Sweeps us away for the last time. And someday I will leave without a sound. I'm taking nothing with me to the ground. Oh can't you see my nightmares coming true? As we get lost among the mazes just looking for a better view. And now the lines once defined all become a blur So we keep shuffling our feet till we collide. Cause it's two steps forward and one step back to discover all the things we lack, Frankly, I'm tired of playing by somebody else's rules. Oh and we're hard pressed to close the gaps between dotted lines engraved on maps and what we have to gain becomes the truth. And now this ice on which we tread gets temperamental, closer to the warmth of coming spring, Yet it satiates the urge we have to lose some control, And brings us close enough to death to feel alive. And someday i will leave without a sound. I'm taking nothing with me to the ground. So we prance around this masqueraders ball, We argue with our magic mirrors 'bout who's the fairest of them all. There's no sickness equal to the pill of apathy, And how can we love if we've got something left to prove? So then he raised his glass and he said, 'here's to you. And here's to all the expectations that we've yet to live up to. You can live your life in fear of what they say, But I sure as he'll don't hate what I've become. I'm an old man, I'm a worn man. An all the pieces of my heart have come unglued. here at the Gatling gun revival, We only hope for our survival And thats Ok cos we got nothing left to lose. We're most dangerous when we've nothing left to lose.

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released November 27, 2013

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