THE ANTLERS lyrics - Hospice

Bear

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There's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking from within. He's loud, though without vocal cords, we'll put an end to him. We'll make all the right appointments no one ever has to know, and then tomorrow I'll turn twenty-one, we'll script another show. We'll play charades up in the Chelsea, drink champagne, although you shouldn't be. We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep. None of our friends will come, they dodge our calls, and they have for quite awhile now. It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind, and I just can't see how. "We're too old." "We're not old at all." "Just too old" "We're not old at all." There's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking you for weeks and if this isn't all a dream, well than we'll cut him from beneath. Well we're not scared of making caves, or finding food for him to eat. We're terrified of one another, terrified of what that means. But we'll make only quick decisions, and you'll just keep me in the waiting room, and all the while I'll know we're fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon. When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before. You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor. "We're too old." "We're not old at all." "Just too old" "We're not old at all."

Same Space

AESOP ROCK "Appleseed"
Killaz reflect the destiny of the village So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain Yea but from here on out its hoof the mare the bare footed urchin Dig it in person Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards cleared I mean from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte Devil dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes Friend it don't take the wise this minute triplicate pace unified I don't condone the blasphemy naturally its procreation From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums Fuck hugging my cool The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel The company of similars couldn't excite the motor But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant Stuck in the pluck in the haul buzzing the fuzzing televison mixer Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed Pick of the litter, litter of the pick Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom There's ample room Stowaways inside the cargo bed Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms And termite swarms are commonplace I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence But I also know its ratio the bad don't feed my confidence The nutrients will be intense circle The clues units of success being personal Then sucked basic diversion Rusty anchor budget for nothing Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern I can't believe I'm still concerned I can't believe side children turn in their sleep over one-liners Well I yield to hear your burns Color me out of my skull draggin a wagon of creature features And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance Got em out, killing machines turn belly up Buckled, the troubles I've seen Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter Justified the germs burn cauterize the gashes after On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral Born for one task indeed To spoil the citizen kane emote self this ugly duckling seed Look I aint too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seeds When the reapers turns mortals to caspers See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimmick the null Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons Stand of a many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished Managed to carve initials in the granite wall the damned it all up I hung with cats that do the donts Cats that forage through the moats Hoping they open with soveriegnty and a cantine deemed with prodigies I love the wake, the watch, the walk, the work The well its almost six o'clock I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)

Oxygen

AESOP ROCK "Float"
I'm twice born, once and seven something Once is the resurrection of honorable function Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out? On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly So every second the discontent's locked accordingly Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned Never set a grin and fly health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, It's like the date of Grado Methasawmill A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper At the hand of what man's hand jokes My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God? [Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?] What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television? [Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?] I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin' [Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance] I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast? [Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money] Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals] Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink] Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink [Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy] Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy [Verse Two] I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin One must pardon yee old common street detour Weaving graceful through the prom directed column Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft? After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1, Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton, Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well

Soldier Of The Line

MAGNUM
Soldier of the line how does it feel You're far away from home polishing steel The sun moves in between the mountain and sky As dawn puts out its fingers splitting them wide Soldier of the line what do you know About the other side, they never show They must be well disguised biding their time Their armour well prepared so nothing will shine Soldier of the line would you kill me There's something in your eyes stopping you see They're cloudy and you turn your head away What's that rolling down your face, are you OK? Hold back those tears from your eye Don't show those feelings inside You're in a murderous playground War games on a castle wall You're in a murderous playground Crossed out if you dare to fall Soldier of the line it isn't fair You're bleeding deep inside nobody cares Your flag and lance stand proud splintered and red No movement in the field, the crows will be fed Soldier of the line you've come to the end You'll never get to see your mother again Some unfamiliar place you're going to stay An unremembered name an unforgettable day

Inside

JETHRO TULL "Benefit"
All the places I've been make it hard to begin to enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to. Take a walk around the block and be glad that I've got me some time to be in from the outside, and inside with you. I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad. Got no money coming in but I can't be sad. That was the best cup of coffee I ever had. And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made, here on the inside, outside so far away. And we'll laugh and we'll sing get someone to bring our friends here for tea in the evening -- Old Jeffrey makes three. Take a walk in the park, does the wind in the dark sound like music to you Well I'm thinking it does to me. Can you cook, can you sew -- well, I don't want to know. That is not what you need on the inside, to make the time go. Counting lambs, counting sheep we will fall into sleep and we awake to a new day of living and loving you so.

Dakota The Dancing Bear, Pt. 2

David Alan Coe "Longhaired Redneck"
By: David Allan Coe and Larry Murray BETTY DROVE THE SEMI, SHE PULLED UP TO THE PUMP I THOUGHT I WANTED A COCA-COLA AND I STARTED OUT ON THE JUMP SHE SAID, HOLD IT DAVE, COME QUICK, THERE'S SOMETHING YOU GOT TO SEE THAT MAN HAD GOT A DANCING BEAR TIED UP TO THAT OLD TREE I SAID, DANCE, DANCE, DAKOTA DANCE ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY STORE ME AND SWEET BETTY AIN'T NEVER SEEN A BEAR THAT COULD DANCE BEFORE WELL, IT'S ONE STEP, TWO STEPS, THREE STEPS FOUR A BOTTLE OF SODA AND HE'LL DANCE SOME MORE DANCE, DANCE DAKOTA DANCE ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY STORE WELL, THESE HIPPIES WALKED UP TO THE CAGE GIVING' PILLS TO THAT OLE BEAR I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS THEY WAS GIVING TO HIM IT HAD HIM PULLING OUT HIS HAIR I TRIED TO KEEP TIME WITH THE MUSIC, LORD WITH THE BEAT ON MY TAMBOURINE GAVE HIM SOME WINE FROM A MASON JAR AND WE ALL BEGAN TO SING RECITATION: WELL, I WENT OUT TO LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA AND I SAW A SEMI TRUCK ALONG THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. IT SAID 'DAKOTA THE DANCING BEAR' ON THE SIDE OF IT. NOW THEY CHARGED YOU 50 CENTS TO WATCH THIS BEAR DANCE AROUND A TRUCK. SO I TURNED TO ARLO AND I SAID ARLO, WE OUGHT TO GET DOWN OFF THESE MOTORCYCLES AND WALK OVER THERE AND SEE IF THAT'S THE SAME BEAR THAT BETTY TOLD US ABOUT WHEN SHE WAS DRIVING THE SEMI TRUCK FOR US BACK IN NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE. SO WE GOT DOWN OFF OUR MOTORCYCLES AND WE WALKED OVER THERE EATEN' OUR PICKLES. NOW THERE WAS FOUR OR FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND OF THESE HIPPIES FREAKS STANDING' AROUND WAITING' ON A ROCK FESTIVAL. IT APPEARED THAT DAVID ALLAN COE, KRIS KRISTOFFERSON AND THE GRAND FUNK RAILROAD WAS PLAYING' IN TOWN THAT DAY AND THEIR AIRPLANE HAD GOT HIJACKED SOMEWHERE OVER CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. SO IT TURNED OUT THAT THE PEOPLE WITH SHORT HAIR STARTED THROWING' ROCKS AT THE PEOPLE THAT HAD LONG HAIR.

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