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The Metalworks
02:48
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A belly full of dust and dirt
pushing rust with Henry Cort
Spare the one the child berkes
setting bone the metalworks
A youthful face, the man machine
the more you scrub the less you're clean
when the many start to fall
the few will rise and take it all
A belly full of dust and dirt
pushing rust with Henry Cort
then the few will end their search
you can join the metalworks
Once you're in, you're in for good
and steam erases what you would
and just like that you wash away
one of us so wear your chains
A belly full of dust and dirt
pushing rust with Henry Cort
another number for the clerk
absorbed into the metalworks
and now your life's the metalworks
you'll never leave the metalworks
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Pig Pen
02:43
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There's a place where, I wish that I could be there
It's a breakthrough, I wish that I could show you
And I'm back in my pig pen, and it all comes back again
It's a dirt trap, and a place your head can lose track
and it's worse how, it's the only place I know now
On a low land, take a break from biting those hands
We're all best friends, and we're waiting for our 'the end'
Am I too forward, that's a bar we'll have to lower
Pinch a nerve with, another thought that we deserve it
Now I'm back in my pig pen, and it all comes back again
All my dreams through TV screens, and the stream'd eat up the feed inside my pig pen
Watch the fire collect the trees, I'm a witness through LEDs surround the pig pen
Launch your missle, I'll light off my warnin' signal
It's a truce then, and I'll wake up inside my pig pen
Now I'm back in my pig pen, and it all comes back again
And you're here in our pig pen, and we feel like we did then
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A Lament Rung Hallow
02:40
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Do I look a man enjoying his taste of fate
it seems all battles can't be won
And though I wish to part with this decrepit place
I pine for the warmness of the sun
For when I breath, the leather chokes
Death draws close, I tried, I tried
Feel the glimpse, of failing hope
Feel the snow, in time, in time
Now I dream of simple foods upon my plate
My wine pours out 'till I am none
Brought down by the force of holy mettle weight
Under God's grace, I'm not the one
This frail heart beats so ever slow
Meat and bone, don't cry, don't cry
Mark this day in stone of soap
the hangman's rope, a final sigh
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For Your Good
04:03
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I hope you're distant outlook's sunny
just like the days before we met
Y'know the way we talk is kind of funny
a million words but nothing's said
I hope that head wakes up
and does the things that only you could
it's grown a couple hundred tons
I'm begging please if only for your good
Y'know I'll always be behind you
and everything that you choose
but I can't help and feel the world's been lied to
when you got what you got and you still lose
Y'know the way we talk is kind of funny
I could never get into your head
But I hope you hear this song
and it wakes you up, 'cause it really should
anyways, my preachings done
I only care for your good
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Michael John Cabell Queens, New York
Acoustic/piano singer-songwriter, most often with a twist. Lots of variety, in both instruments and tone. Enjoy.
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