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Old Time Religion
02:31
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It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
And it’s good enough for me
Makes me love everybody
Makes me love everybody
Makes me love everybody
And it’s good enough for me
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
And it’s good enough for me
It was good for our mothers
It was good for our mothers
It was good for our mothers
And it’s good enough for me
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
And it’s good enough for me
It will do when I’m dying
It will do when I’m dying
It will do when I’m dying
And it’s good enough for me
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
It’s the old time religion
And it’s good enough for me
If we look at the world
There is a fast-growing interest in
And revival of
What we call religion
Although there is much interest in religion
There are many that are not being saved
I think god’s not showing much mercy
This newest brand of religion has literally stripped
One half of the world’s population
In your day and mine
No mercy
But I believe
And I couldn’t explain it
But I’ve seen it happen all over America
The day’ll come when the patient and long-suffering human being
Has risen up against the wave of power
And tell that so and so
So and so just up there
I believe
That you can’t break down the human heart
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2. |
7 Years of Blood
02:55
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It's such a burden to be a god
This body builds worlds
And raptures through rings of fire
They test my patience with oppression instead of awe
Take my benevolence for granted
And I'm tired
Can you bleed gracefully
Speaking truth to power in the mud
Can you bleed faithfully
Galvanized by iron in the flood
By seven years of blood
It's such a privilege to be a god
This body makes your life
And I can take it away
Tread with respect, not legislation my flock
I can't be stopped
And you'll just provoke a plague
Can you bleed patiently
Lucid in a fever dream from above
Can you bleed faithfully
Galvanized by iron in the flood
By seven years of blood, oh whoa oh
By seven years of blood, oh oh
Seven years of blood, oh whoa oh
By seven years of blood
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3. |
Need
03:38
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I’m a sad girl who writes mad songs
About the weight of the world that I take on
So dramatic, but I’m not wrong
I won’t be satisfied until the money’s all gone
I am the envious
A privileged ghost
I’m a good citizen
A natural host
So why am I begging
Doing the most
God, it’s so upsetting
Paying to live this broke
Everybody needs just a little more free dope
Everybody needs just a little more green to cope
My anxiety needs me to be alone
Everybody needs just a little more free hope
I am essential
The working man
I hold our potential
In my underpaid, hostage hands
I’m the hungry majority’s silent mouth
And who can I vote for?
Well let’s see, there’s fascism, or
Some sanctimonious handout?
Everybody needs just a little more free blow
Everybody needs just a little more seed to sow
High society needs me to be alone
Everybody needs just a little more free hope
I am your children
Roasting alive
Who gets your billions
When the ocean fries?
I am the needy
I made you rich
So pay up and feed me
Or I’ll eat you, you son of a bitch
Everybody needs just a little more free show
Everybody needs just a little less greed to grow
My sobriety won’t leave me alone
Everybody needs just a little more free hope
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4. |
Demons
05:58
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Would you still love me if I gave up tomorrow
Would you still love me if my dreams didn’t come true
Stuffed up the hole where my heart should be
Said thanks so much for believing in me
But, turns out, you didn’t have to
Would you still love me if I failed tomorrow
If I tried but couldn’t follow through
You can want something bad when you’re not very good
And the world’s so sad
Why would I think I should
Be special enough to play too?
But then I said no
Demons inside don’t drive
I’m in control
Demons inside don’t decide
Out of the hole
Demons won’t bury me alive
Not this time
Forgive me mama, I’m ashamed
Little cold drips down the back of the throat
Do I desire, what if I don’t
Forgive me father, is this sin?
I’ve dared, bared my soul, been scared
And must insist on getting in again
I can feeling something coming
I just don’t know what
Yeah, I can feel something coming
Like a siren in my gut
Oh I hear silence and nothing
With a pregnant pause after ‘but’
Oh forgive me baby I’m on fire
I can feel it coming up
We can say no
Demons inside don’t drive
We’re in control
Demons inside don’t decide
Out of the hole
Demons won’t bury me alive
Not this time
Oh good lord, sky daddy above
Won’t you bless me please
I can’t be baptized if it’s not holy on my knees
It’s so loud inside my head so
So dark and depraved
Yeah my little bad soul’s on a goddamn roll
And I can’t wait to be saved
Can’t wait (can't wait can't wait)
Can’t wait (can't wait can't wait)
Can’t wait (can't wait can't wait can't)
One more time
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All I got to say is
We’ve been in pain
And the doctor said
“You oughta be mighty thankful you’re hurting
That’s a warning something’s wrong”
He could have lied about it and let her die
But he told her the truth
The pain was a warning something dead wrong
So I went through clinics
And they picked me, and they did this
And they did everything medical science could do
And I had people lay hands on me
I was anointed with oil
I believe in those things, don’t know ‘bout you
But it didn’t do me any good
They could not correct my troubles
What I’m saying, ladies and gentlemen
Is that the pain signals are everywhere now
And I think that we must recognize them
As acts of god’s mercy
Saying there’s something desperately wrong with our churches
You and I are living in a generation that has torn itself to pieces
Everything of value is being stripped now
Inside and outside
Government, home, and school
We must not ignore the flashing signals of pain
If women are not their own
That is blasphemous and disgraceful
I’m constantly trying to help people hear me
‘Cause I got sense enough to know
I’m going against years of tradition
Years of custom
And I’m just a little peanut preacher
And so I appreciate you listening to me
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6. |
Sympathy for Lilith
05:56
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It’s not cool to be afraid of the dark
Follow the rules with disdain in your heart
Whoever you think you are
Tame yourself and be good
It’s not safe to be kind when they fetishize your skin
Good luck to your pride, your hide’s depreciating
Whoever you think you are
Contain yourself and be good
Whoever you think are
Behave yourself and be good
Angry is not a good colour on me
Frankly is a luxury for other bodies to be
Whoever you think you are
Shame yourself and be good
Second place is where the gracious go
It’s not fair, not ok
But you can’t say no
Whoever you think you are
Blame yourself and be good
Whoever you think you are
Hate yourself
Whatever it takes to be good
And I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
Secrets are so loud
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know if
They can hear us so far down
I don’t know why must I lie?
Why don’t I count?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how
To be good
Take me home safely when I wander
Like father like
My brain is made in the image of my father
Like daughter like
Take me home safely when I falter
To the water
My body is not made for slaughter on your altar
No longer will I
No longer will I
No longer
Behold the grand diplomat bled out of grace
She became the dark to stop being afraid
Whoever you think you are
No longer will I
Whoever you think I am
No longer will I be
Whoever you think I am
No longer will I be good
No longer will I be good
No longer will I be good
Oh no, oh no-oh
No longer will I be good
Oh no, oh no—
No longer will I be good
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7. |
Bitter Man
02:59
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Dear bitter man
I’ve come home
My parents both seem smaller
It can’t be that I’ve grown
Dear bitter man
Won’t you take me upstream
I don’t fit under this skin
But a new one hasn’t found me
I don’t think she meant to lie
But I know she did
I don’t think you meant to betray me in kind
But you did
Dear bitter man
What’s it like to rest
It’s been four years of starving
So much for my best
Oh bitter man
Is there hope for me
I’m not attached to my likeness
Which way would they like me to be
I don’t think she meant to lie
But I know she did
I don’t think you meant to let me slip your mind
But you did
I don’t think she meant to lie
She was just a kid
I don’t think you meant to betray me in kind
But you did
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8. |
Forth
04:17
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Farewell London
I’ve learned I don’t belong
Farewell lover
I accept we were both wrong
Farewell mother
I can’t go back, only on
Godspeed inner child
I’m sorry I’m taking so long
Take me home, take me home
I’m not made for this life
Take me home
Take me home, take me home
I was made for the lights and the highs
Take me home
Farewell my mentors
Thank you for your advice
I’m bound to ignore it
This is my only life
Farewell to the wings
I’ve paid my dues to the dark
Yeah, I am my father’s dreams
And goddamn I’m ready to star
Take me home, take me home
I was made for the lights
Take me home
Take me home, take me home
I was made for the highs
Take me home
They call me Number One
Light me up
See what I’ve become
Take me home, take me home
I was made for the lights
Take me home
Take me home, take me home
I was made for the highs
Take me home
Take me home
I was made for the lights
Take me home
Take me home, take me home
I was made for the highs
Take me home
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Hold my hand
Tell me you need me
Tell me you see me
That I’m not alone
When I break down every November
Make me remember
Kneel at my throne
I wish you could see yourself like I do
Tell your wretched brain to lay off your case
Your honour I’ve made mine and you’re lovely
Who knew you could soothe my pathetic wounds
You hate the sight of blood
But you stay while they stitch me up like you love me
This is a love song for people who need
Somebody and some butterflies to believe
Is it you?
Oh this is a love song for people who seek
Somebody imperfect but sweet
Sounds like you
I wish you could feel how you’re motivating
You make me wanna be somebody some day
Who takes your breath away
Plays so silly
Who knew I’m not doomed to compensating
For some shallow crooked-
I didn’t doge a bullet it just didn’t kill me
This is a love song for people who need
Somebody to hold for a life, hell a week
Is it you?
This is a love song for people who seek
Somebody to make ‘em fucking weak in the knees
Oh you
And oh, oh-oh
La, la la, la la la
La la, la la la, la
La la, la
Ooo la, la la, la la la
La la, la la la, la
La la, la
I’d rather be on fire
Than to have some conception of truth
And to make that truth an excuse for my cold heart
And in far too many places
A wrong conception of the gospel has done exactly that thing
I wanna be known in hell
I’d rather be known in hell than by the powers that be here on this earth Who are you?
Why should we pay attention to what you say?
And that’s what it means to be saved
Bring it home
La, la la, la la la
La la, la la la, la
La la, la
Ooo la, la la, la la la
La la, la la la, la
La la, la
Would you eat breakfast with me on the floor
Of an old record store
In the morning?
Would you meet our heroes with me just before
They get bored
And tell me I’m yours?
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