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Intro
00:37
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The Pallbearer
01:33
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The Pallbearer fell upon the plague.
Was buried, but rose the next day, with his head all aflame.
So we took him down to the lake and baptised him among the snakes.
Then his body floated away, we couldn't drink the water for days.
He came back by boat eyes full of smoke.
Covered in ashes, ashes we all fall down.
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Vicar of Flight
02:22
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Winter came through my window and threw down his coat.
He was already drunk, and he found me there alone.
His hands were pickled cold.
So the snow accumulates between my bed sheets.
And the villain birds have followed me.
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Animal Hands
01:35
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I heard you singing (animal hands)
through pavement walls (animal hands)
and it echoed like (animal hands)
a shower stall (animal hands)
and you are........
I saw you marching (lobster claws)
In our towns parade (polar bear paws)
you carried a float (hawk talons)
and flew away (fish fins)
cause you are........
Oh my god my hands are polar bears
my hands are hawk talons
my hands are amphibians
my hands are crustaceans
my hands are strings
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Down Children, Down
04:44
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Lay me down to sleep like the way when we were young, and fill my body full of seeds when I die.
Send your children down, so they may save us from this curse of tired hands and busy eyes as we work.
I've been kissed by ghost.
I tied your ash in knots around the bend.
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Transplant
01:49
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Uproot and find some liquid, but not the saltwater type.
Straight up and on the rocks is fine.
I find the roads less traveled, are where people hide their dead. The trees will take their place from here.
With or without you.
They'll grow, with or without you.
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Flicker a match light my last cigarette before electricity burns my skull.
Attach me to string, let me drift away, because I've got no legs to go.
Leave him, anchor side.
Batten down the sails and raise the kites.
She drifts to wake the clouds.
and fire met its match and hit the ground.
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No Land
02:27
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The Patron Saint of stone, climbed down the mountain, and raised up his hands, but couldn't heal the land.
So the drought carried on and the fire feed on the tall, the dry and the weak, like me.
For that I'm sorry
Swing sweet chariot down, and pull me from the hallowed ground.
Take me back where I was born, where my trespasses were before I went away.
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Outro
01:08
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Lobo Marino Richmond, Virginia
Named after the enormous Pacific Sea Lion, Lobo Marino's brand of experimental folk draws from a rich palette of
international and folk influences.
Built primarily on harmonium, bass drum, banjo and various unique instruments and voices, Lobo Marino continues to evolve as the musical response to the continuous travels and ongoing spiritual journey of its members.
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