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Landmine
03:56
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Leaders of small palaces
Gather to scour the planet
For things to dispose
And those who are left over
Panhandle and pillage
For what’s not too burnt
From the blow
Oh, what a landmine
Is keeping us all from the finish
Oh, what a fixed race
Run just to find the beginning
What if it’s just a scrimmage?
Small minded dictators
Have shut down the playing field
Claiming it all for their own
Now our land’s unfertile
They’ve scattered the earth with seed
Planting wherever it grows
Oh, what a landmine
Has shattered the image we’re given
Oh, what a cruel game
We seem to hold to religion
What if it’s just a scrimmage?
Oh, what a landmine
Is keeping us all from the finish
Oh, what a cruel game
We seem to hold to religion
Oh, it’s all just a scrimmage
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Stupid Stature
04:46
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The times, they shrink us down when they’re hard
The rest of the world so big, so far
When your cell is too small you cling to the bars
Imprisoned in simply being
Possibly, maybe, probably reeling
Running and jumping, hiding from feeling
If I could I’d break through the ceiling
Growth is so sweet, so oddly freeing
But,
Words are floating downward
Sugar-coated, fake and fractured
They turn in to coat our skin
In moments manufactured
Then they turn out to knock us down
And fall a little faster
But sometimes they’re just too high
God damn my stupid stature
Someone in distress told me my soul was pearl
She said I’d grow with wisdom
I said ‘Fuck, I hope man
I feel small and then some’
She asked if I had any wisdom to give her
Any advice at all
I said it seemed like she needed to grow, and
She needed to know it
Because,
An artist has a purpose if they’ve got a craft to master
But industry’s a different beast, a dog eat dog attacker
They say you’ll have to step and step to get to what you’re after
But could they be too steep for me?
God damn my stupid stature
Well,
If over time you’re shrinking getting farther from the top
And every day you’re climbing up just to reach the drop
With nothing in your power you can do to make it stop
Then stature’s pretty mighty, might be
All we got
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War Honey Brooklyn, New York
An indie rock band from Brooklyn.
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