1. |
A Formal Introduction
01:24
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There's this shark
in a jar
in the back room of my house
and he won't
know how far
he is from home
because he's just -
just a shark
in a picture in my house
and pictures aren't alive .
At least I hope so .
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2. |
Sharks Don't Sleep
03:06
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He took a flight of stairs to the only one.
Now he's shooting his gun and making
fun of the only
other kids who depend on their sense of
style ,
so he tried it for a while ,
tossing coins with the lonely ones.
So when I come back and write a song
you could admit that you could be
wrong .
I put a petty peddler's stock to shame
passing hand outs with my name
as I carelessly cared for
another soul with watery eyes (they
stained)
and I wonder with my brain
if I'll ever open my door .
Did you prize the fall ?
Did you give it the ending
it deserved ?
Will you take the call
or the letter we're sending ?
So when I bite back when you go wrong
you could admit I can sing this song
to sleep
for eternity .
I'd rather go back to my bed
for eternity ,
sleeping inside of my head .
For eternity
I'd rather go back to my bed
for eternity
sleeping inside of my head .
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3. |
Fin A
01:49
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I dwell
beneath the sea .
Under my feet lies all these courses
to these cities I can't reach
and I can't tell
if I'm asleep .
All that I need is out of my reach,
I can barely feel . I can't see
and it's killing me.
Yes , it's killing me .
This day
is at an end .
I cannot stay to see the outcome .
You can fight it out until I come back and
say
' What is this mess ? ' ,
because you can
obviously fake .
I don't believe a word you say
and still it's
killing me .
Yes , it's killing me .
The only person who could pay attention
was five foot three and he was out of his
mind .
I know my words are often like
detention .
Uneasy mind, I'm not alone .
Again ,
and in a sense
I could have missed it ,
could have lied ,
but out of truth
I never tried
All my friends
are innocent .
They never kissed it .
Let's be real .
I can feel what I can feel ,
but still it's killing me .
Oh yes , it's killing me .
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Sitting on his watchtower ,
overlooking the entire dirty forest
he recalls the words
that the sweaty wizard listed off to him :
' Slaves run away , masters return ' .
If only he could have remembered his name ,
but he didn't .
So now he gets up
and looks through his tattered hair-like moss
grown down to the floor .
Here emerges the same scarred beetle
that conversed with him the previous night .
Afraid of what is about to occur
he calmly collects himself
and counts off his few available options .
1 . Head off to the city and recapture the
escaped
2 . Cut off his moss and get a new name
3 . Question the relativity of this beetle
4 . JUMP
Meanwhile : Our mainland visitors
had carved their marks into the stone
and while the wizards counted candle marks
the days found growing old
a task to tight a squeeze to pull off .
Every following descent
had placed protagonistic marks
upon the mundane ranks of men .
Having picked the altogether strangest option
of what to do next
he calmly collected himself .
Scraping the morning dew-like tar off his
tweed jacket
hoping to retain what few supernatural powers
he had acquired .
He calmly escapes towards the mountains .
But he has taken good care of this land
over the past few years ,
warding off various outsiders .
In fact ,
he's sure as hell he could have have warded
off
an entire army .
At least that's what he thinks . . .
. . . but they're lining the route just now
and he's falling for their trap ,
leaving for a selfish revenge ;
his land left armless !!
Out of the Fire , Into the Ashes
Alone on the lit-up road to living ,
just letting the demon trail behind :
A lich with a knack for finding beauty .
His body intact as a crumbling statue .
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Alone on the lit-up road to living ,
just letting the demon trail behind :
A lich with a knack for finding beauty .
His body intact as a crumbling statue .
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6. |
The Return
04:55
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I was on the bridge
when we arrived with blood red skies ,
with no chance at return
before sunrise ;
middle of the night
with the seasons turning .
Dripping off the rocks ,
wet drops of blood let down the grass ;
blood-letting to the letter .
But a violent crash
let us be forewarned
of the city's station .
With no walls
and no doors
home .
Step into the stale loose morning light .
Listen to the sound of the horse's cry .
Count off all the wrecked ports ocean-side
and wonder if it's over .
Anyone listening
couldn't tell the screaming
from the revelry that we brought .
Tearing down fastened doors,
and horses shout on all fours .
Shout on all fours :
' Did we make it ? '
When I met the sun ,
he was handsome and young
but I dared to believe
he was less fit than me
for the job they assigned ,
and I was forced to resign
and I cried .
Oh , I cried
and the tears wouldn't settle or keep their place ,
so they vowed their revenge on every race .
And I swallowed my pride
but I couldn't keep it inside .
But I tried my best ,
and I became what they would come to call
Leviathan .
Don't cross me .
' He's a real asshole . '
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7. |
The Escape
02:25
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The first rain of the goddamn season .
We're better off picking termites
from the back of all those wooden kings
that brought you this addiction .
The past year had a tendency to kill
off every chance we had to
fill our knapsacks , pack ,
and break the back
of that old mountain road .
But a chance encounter
led us to wonder :
' What lives to cater to another's innocence ? '
Another flounder
beneath the water
that lifts its fins to prove
the wind will carry whim .
So , we set off on the road today
towards sickly castles
that decay when wardens stay
above the ground /
neglect their former masters .
until one had dropped that sinking bridge
that carried us from here
to pigeon-covered parks
and loathsome landmarks ,
we were caught off guard .
Shut up , you last chance .
I couldn't pass you by .
No telling where I'll end up ,
given I don't die
within these next days
from telling stories ;
the lies that shape my case .
Deported , they await .
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Secret Cat Santa Rosa, California
Secret cat was a project that ran from 2006-2016. Our shows were a frenzy, and our friends & fans made it so so so fun. We’ve morphed into Hose Rips, and also split off into solo projects.
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