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The Circulatory Chaotic

by a brown leaf

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Greg Thirtyacre III Has always been a fav song of mine. Favorite track: Vicarious.
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there’s twenty one thousand souls in a jar on the road from omaha some only whisper, while others can smile, but some they don’t move at all they look like your brothers and what’s left of your friends no one believes this is happening again they said he’d swing before the song ends and the world just might be yet for the twenty one thousand souls in a box in the air over syracuse we’ll eulogize candlelight, pictures and frames for the rights we were born to abuse i’ve seen a man with a face like a stone he shakes in the bed of his well-guarded home while three thousand other ones travel alone as their poems are no longer told my dad went to college, the first in the line sean didn’t finish so they just bought his time and jeremy came back but he wasn’t the same his face couldn’t prove he remembered my name now there’s something that each of them lack bullets aren’t the only attack let’s bring them all back all the twenty one thousand souls in hole in the desert near mexico mothers and wives are singing to children about the dads that they’ll never know boyfriends are cooking and eating alone picturing a face while they slowly get stoned the calendar’s hanging, but it’s accident prone and it’s moving a little too slow there’s lead in the air and smoke in the streets i guess that their freedom doesn’t fucking come free but those souls aren’t forgotten, they will always be a little more than a sticker to me a little more than a candle lit street
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Lonely 05:16
I’M WAITING ON MY NEXT VICTIM HER EMPATHETIC SMILE DROWNS ALONE I WONDER HOW SHE’LL TAKE IT AND IF SHE NEEDS SOME MANLY HANDS TO HELP HER HOME HELP ME CALL ME BABY I’M SO GODDAMNED SICK AND TIRED OF BEING RIGHT TAKE ME YOU CAN BE ANGRY NEITHER ONE OF US WILL SLEEP ALONE TONIGHT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT SHE SEEMS TO LIKE IT I THOUGHT AT LEAST SHE’D TRY AND PUT UP A FIGHT I HOPE HE MEANS IT BUT I BET HE DOESN’T WELL AT LEAST I’LL GET SOME SLEEP TONIGHT LET’S PROVE THAT TWO WRONGS CAN MAKE A RIGHT I’M DREAMING WHILE SHE’S BLEEDING AND I CAN’T FEEL MY HANDS ON HER FACE I’M SEEKING RETRIBUTION BUT I CAN’T RECALL HER NAME HIT ME CALL ME BABY I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT I’M GOING NUMB BREAK ME I’LL BE YOUR STORY THAT YOU CAN TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS WHEN YOU GET HOME JUST DON’T LEAVE ME HERE TO DROWN ALL ALONE
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Vicarious 03:05
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the smell of wood smoke an aluminum boat the wind moved the water ripple cure, but it’s not headed home there’s rocks and ashes a vase and a rose facilitates the highway you’d best get yourself some dry clothes this morning finds me wanting to be found nerve-corrosive liquid but i’m glad to return to solid ground these sidewalks empty except for the sound of the drunk nocturnal landscape giving up the ghost of this town and all the drugs you wish that you did could never touch forever or amplify this and these roads, they need travelers or they’ll lose the secrets slowly dying somewhere in the space between the lips
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The radio poured motor oil on the floor You sopped and mopped it up with your shirt Because another corporate stain translates to new social gain And you can show all of your friends how much you’re worth You breathed in the smoke when the stereo broke As your fad-thirsty blood was running thin But the records still played on in your brain train wrong from wrong As the opiate amplifiers win You ask me what the hell Is a fucking villanelle? Please tell me please it will get me high And I lit up with a smoke As I couldn’t find a joke And a shaking, steady hand waved you goodbye. You won’t see me as only your bird can sing I’m going nowhere man looking through you If I needed someone, wait, in my life to lacerate My value, think for yourself before you do Because I’ve known some people who’ve Felt compelled to tell the truth Maybe use a chord or two, I feel the same As I did as a kid Unwillingly absorbing all this shit And I’m still asking who’ll stop the rain? You need some reflection of yourself to tell you That all your neighbors, strangers, friends think you’re cool Well, southern man I hope you see That there’s sparks inside of me And they find contingency In you fucking fools So all your heroes wind up dead, chemically enhance their heads As a fifth and a symphony slip away You know right who you are, leave your soul slightly ajar You never really needed it anyway
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Subtle Code 01:48
it hurt so fucking bad that you couldn’t believe your soul could ever talk like that no one needed to know this southern-bound decay deceased before the dawn ever had a chance to break we’re moving on the midnight tastes like wine and your friends they shift in time to the strumming hearts they stole i’m wide awake but my absence is trying to take control subtle code indisposed on moonlit bones
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fucked up the balance, it’s burning a hole in me forget the silence, I’m singing myself to sleep when I’m dreaming you’re the one awake but you’ve been going down so easy these days I’m pulling punches, letting the shadows win I’m taking blows, but you’re not the one swinging where do you go, alone, when you need help? I’ll climb down my throat and undo these knots myself I said the words you know you wanted to hear I said them good, perhaps just a little to clear because I’m still standing here with the dial tone in my ear skeletal secrets, nervous attacks on me this city’s begging for someone to patch the seams of night-lit posture, crumbling from the weight of empty caskets and long-abandoned graves i hear you stirring, a quickening silhouette kinetic motion, but no one’s awakened yet there must be something one of us can say this bloody towel is all that’s left of me these days its almost as if you’re the one who’s writing all these songs and I listen in strumming my guitar I sing along to the dying tone in my ear
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THE BLOOD RED RIBBON ON YOUR COAT INDICATIVE OF WHERE YOU THOUGHT YOU MIGHT GO BUT THE SNOW THAT LANDED ON YOUR EYE IS TOO FUCKING COLD THAT BLACK PLASTIC’S SINGING LOUD KEEP THE CHANGE AS YOU HEAR HIM WALK OUT THE IRIS FIRE POISED, STARING YOU DOWN CAN’T BE PUT OUT PURPLE EYES AND WASTED BREATH THE MOST EXPENSIVE CIGARETTE YOU SMOKE ON YOUR WAY HOME PINCH YOURSELF TO KNOW YOUR WORTH JUST BECAUSE IT BLEEDS DON’T MEAN IT HURTS BESIDES THEY’RE ONLY WORDS THE WINGED NIGHTINGALE TAKES FLIGHT BUT DOESN’T SING JUST DISSOLVES INTO THE NIGHT AND PRESSES ON WITH SOFT INTERNAL SPEECH I’LL BE ALRIGHT MALEVOLENT HANDS SEDUCE THE SOUL BUT WITH EACH KISS COMES ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE WHOLE THE IRIS FIRE NOW KEEPING YOU WARM WITH A HEART TO HOLD
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Re-release of a brown leaf's 2007 album "The Circulatory Chaotic". Contains new mixes of the original seven songs plus four bonus tracks from around the same time.

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released April 18, 2007

Lance Turner Burgess

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