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Sarcofago Live
03:18
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We were hungry,
there was no food
We were restless
there were too many things to do
So we gathered
in a concrete room
Eyes up
at you
and in a small room in Brazil,
we were waiting
and in a small room in Brazil,
we were waiting
We were howling
like dogs
We were feeling
the full brunt of the age
Guys from our neighborhood
looking down at us
All of you, all of you
Rage, rage, rage
and in a small room in Brazil,
we were waiting
and in a small room in Brazil
we were waiting
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Wizard Buys a Hat
02:37
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Shuffled up Sixth Street in the rain
Kept my head down as I looked past the people
And in the department store, I found what I was looking for
This is the church, this is the crucible
They come out to Broadway and they look for me
I'm on the red steps smoking a cigarette
Easy to recognize, black bandages on my eyes
This is the church, these are the congregants
Sun sets on the broad square and lights come up
Feel like this town's gonna put a quick end to me
But if I came here to drown, I'm gonna take a few people down
This is the church, occupied by the enemy
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Satanic Messiah
02:59
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I saw the posters popping up around the city
Pale blue and washed-out red
I went down to the arena, pushing through
Hoping I'd run into you
Sweet freshly-scrubbed smell of the crowd
All the excitement in their eyes
We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage
Like an animal escaping from his cage
Raise the trumpet
Sound the drum
He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come
All of us too dazed to leave when it was over
Dawdled by the vendors for a minute
Gathered underneath a summer sky
I was hoping you'd pass by
But though I didn't see you that day, or the next
I'm pretty sure that you were there
Making your way among the young and happy horde
Headed down to your reward
Raise the trumpet
Sound the drum
He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come
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Gojam Province 1968
03:37
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Running like a band of angry schoolboys
Up and down the well-lit streets today
Bashing in the heads of tax collectors
And anybody else who's in our way
Bathing in the sunlight that's our birthright
Waiting for someone to set the scene
Last time he came to town
A few stray coins came raining down
We scrambled in the dirt for them
Like ants around the queen
We take aim at the dawning day
And we shoot
Starving to death, starving to death
For the low-hanging fruit
Then all at once here comes the motorcade
Slow and steady down the beaten track
And as we're bashing out the windows of the limo
We notice there's nobody in the back
And the helicopter lands atop the palace
The royal guard assembles at the gate
The country's gonna burn
And we'll still have to wait our turn
Last among contenders of the super-featherweights
We take aim at the dawning day
And we shoot
Starving to death, starving to death
For the low-hanging fruit
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the Mountain Goats Durham, North Carolina
John Darnielle has written almost 600 songs now, and some of them are very sad, dealing with hard drugs and tragic ends,
hurting yourself and others, sicknesses of both body and brain, off-brand alcohols. They are told in beautiful, unnerving, specific detail because he is a very good writer, and also some of them are just true stories about his own life.
—John Hodgman, 2012
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