1. |
The Great House Farm
03:26
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The Great House Farm
by Micah J. Dailey
©copyright 2011
Chorus:
I'm going to the Great House Farm
Oh yea, Oh yea yea, Oh
Verse 1:
And I'll scream my sorrows at the woods
As I walk by my lonesome
And the fall leaves will crack under me
Leaving a trail mixed with salted soul
Verse 2:
You may think i'm singing out my contentment
When I'm singin out my pain
Mr. Gore may try to shoot my brains out
But i'm not his slave no more
This song and dance relieved my aching heart
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2. |
The Narrative
04:10
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The Narrative
by Micah J. Dailey
©copyright 2011
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3. |
Circles
06:23
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Circles
by Micah J. Dailey
© copyright October 19, 2011
Verse 1:
Meet with disaster
The gyrating sphere fractured
I’m thrashed as all get out
But body to callused to roar it out
Soul so tired it screams, “DAMN YOU TO HELL!”
Verse 2:
Same nightly duties
Clean out my body
Brush my bones of any dross
Roll in the mud just because
Verse 3:
Why the hell does hell looks so good from here
And Paradise looks like foolishness from there
I just break the axle in half
And turn this wheel right
And turn this wheel left
Chorus:
Line me up
Turn me around
Celestial bodies
Living by His grounds
Route my gates
So Daddy can shatter the locks
Break the windows
Control my circles
Verse 4:
Meet with beauty
The gyrating sphere re-constructed
He was thrashed as all get out
But my bodies lined up with my core now
My soul screams, “rush waters, rush!”
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4. |
Night Time Loneliness
04:18
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OHHH ;P
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5. |
Hear Me Now Say
06:41
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Here me now say
by micahjosiah and Isaiah Hubert
© copyright 2011
Verse 1:
Hear me now say
Your stuffed with cotton in every way
You sleep on her, she sleeps on you
Make yourself comfortable, but keep on your shoes
Verse 2:
Hear me now say
I’m just wearing corks as an ornament
A fool wearing ear plugs while the wind speaks
Vain tuning out the bastard child's scream
Verse 3:
Hear me now say
You strap down the forest so it can’t swell
You live for simple ‘beauties’
That land you in hell
Chorus:
Hear me now say
I’m watching my faith projected on my ceiling screen
Living by the steps leading up to the man
When faith comes by hearing, and hearing him
Bridge:
Hear and Obey!
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6. |
My, Sin Is Mine
03:41
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My, Sin Is Mine
by micahjosiah & levijameshalsey
© copyright August 2011
Chorus:
My, My
Sin is mine
Verse 1:
He looked down from his sand castle
To a man swinging from a tree
Screaming, ‘Worship MY problems! FIX ME! FIX ME!”
Verse 2:
I am the flat frigid face
Being beat repeatedly
All the while
Screaming, ‘TO HELL WITH YOU! SINNER! WHORE! THEIF!’
Verse 3:
Craving for morphine
I received a knife named, ‘Spirit’
To sink past my flesh
Blade turned fountain beneath my skin
An irrevocable mountain within
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7. |
Dyin'
04:33
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Dyin', Dyin', Dyin'
by Micah Josiah Dailey
copyright © 2011
Verse 1:
Somewhere I left you behind
In the bushes, bushes, bushes
And I’m not missin, missin, missin
Verse 2:
Somewhere I left you beind
In the tree tops, tree tops, tree tops
And I’m not dyin, dyin, dyin
Verse 3
Somewhere I left you behind
In the grave yard, grave yard, grave yard
And I’m forgetin, forgetin, forgetin
Verse 4:
Somewhere I left you behind
on the park bench, park bench, park bench
Oh I don’t listen, listen, listen
And we’re not kissin, kissin, kissin
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8. |
Colour
05:05
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Color
by Micah J. Dailey
©copyright 2011
Verse 1:
Oh I'll play my guitar till my fingers turn green
And I'll beat my body black and purple
Be swallowed up like servant Jonah
Oh I'll cry myself blue
Stay down on my knees till there
cracked and maroon
Verse 2:
Oh I'll go back to the way I came
A small pink baby
Or a sand sandcastle
And I'll climb up in
To my charcoal tree again
Who once was my friend
But now he's a murder weapon
Break Down:
OOOO OH OH-OO!
Verse 3:
Oh I'll read the turquoise and white letters
On the black pages of the good white book
Till my eyes are striped red and my mind nagotiates negative
and the turquioise becomes RED
the white becomes BLACK
the black becomes WHITE
In my heart flows rivers of BLUE
And my soul bleeds WHITE
What I hear is WHITE
What I see is WHITE
What I sing is WHITE
Break Down:
OOOO COL-OR!
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9. |
Worst Of Them
05:13
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Worst Of Them
by micahjosiah
© copyright November 2011
Verse 1:
Inamorata and inamorato in the evenin’
While I busy myself making a todo list
their intimate deep in the forest
while I’m suffocating in my closet
Verse 2:
His house is a home for heathens
And we pride ourselves in that
Just as stupid as a mutt in the city
Trying to pour New Wine into an dead caff
Chorus:
If sin is sin
Then I’m the worst of them
Verse 3:
The lovers still living in the garden
While I praise myself for floating high above them
their naked deep in the river
While I’m folded away in my futon bed
Verse 4:
His house is a tourist attraction
And we pride ourselves in that
We sprawl before a rootless redwood
And we miss the birds nesting in a fruitful mustard bush
Chorus:
Oh if sin is sin
Then I’m the worst of them
Bridge:
Oh Lord, break off these eye plates!
Let me see what I have done
Oh Lord, drown my soul
In this ocean of embarrassment and remorse
Clean me off in these pools of humility
Make me sweat off the swamp that engulfed your home
Chorus:
So if love is love
Then I’m shielded in your blood
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10. |
Shielded By Blood
02:29
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Chorus:
So if love is love
Then I’m shielded in your blood
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