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Dredg Album


El Cielo (10/08/2002)
10/08/2002
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Brushstroke: Debtfoabaaposba
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Brushstroke: New Heart Shadow
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8.
Brushstroke: Walk In The Pack
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11.
Brushstroke: Reprise
12.
Of The Room (album version)
13.
Brushstroke: An Elephant In The Delta Waves
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Brushstroke: Debtfoabaaposba

[No lyrics]

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Here we go down that same old road again
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within
Here we go down that same old road again
A memory, a regret, a hope

Here we go down that same old road again
Empathy controls the wind that blows and tickles our skin
A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant

Recent it seems
We must push on, we must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on

All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood
In a modest town where honest people dwell
Making the cleanest energy for the greenest plants to grow
Richest soil that is drenched with the freshest rain
Then you should sit in your backyard
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops
Cuz they unveil honest opinions about the stars

We must push on, we must push on
Recent it seems
We must push on, we must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on

All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood


. . .



I can't even concentrate on this
It's overthought, anticipated
The pen ink is running dry
It's been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and overtasted
Maybe in time I'll appreciate it

Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon

These papers are stuck in this book
Until they're torn out and pasted
To the inside of my memory
Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated

Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
We'll be with you

Longing for what has been lost
Longing for what hasn't been obtained
It's a small cost
We've got the past, lost the future, only now we wait

Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
We'll be with you


. . .

Brushstroke: New Heart Shadow

[No lyrics]

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We're born into silence and let it all be
Lift your anchor and just float astray
Born into silence and let it all be
Fortune in silence

Watch it explode
While fragments of ironies examples fly
And hit the shore
And tyranny's torn
From the podiums where leaders stand
But rule no more

Plead with nothing while they lecture about something
Protest the way we're passive today

Watch it explode
While it's not impossible
For flowers to bloom and grow next to graves
And babies are born
In the same buildings where people go
To pass away
Pass away

Plead with nothing while they lecture about something
Protest the way we're passive today

We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes

We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes

Born into silence and let it all be
Lift your anchor and just float astray
Born into silence and let it all be
Fortune in silence


. . .



Distorted and complicated
I'm sorry but its over
Essential to awaken
I'm leaving
Here we are
That's what it's all about
I'm sorry but its over
To love here and to love this
I'm finally breathing

Before you go
There is something more to say
Before you go
There is something more to say

Persistent resentment
I'm sorry but its over
Seduction for destruction
I'm finally breathing

Before you go
There is something more to say
Before you go
There is something more to say
Before you go
There is something more to say


. . .



This lonely old man had heart
Resting grey hairs on wrinkled arms
With nothing but a stool to hold up his back
Skinny legs with Japanese mileage
Crossed at the ankles
He's unaware

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it

Unaware of his surroundings
Youth, it passed
Swarming like wolfs to a fresh kill
The scented tracks
He's just scared about dying

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Save your clever statements
Brave yourself if you want in
It's the only way to understand it

Too bad
Too bad
Too bad
So sad
Days have come to an end
Where all
Where all has been lost

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Save your clever statements
Brave yourself if you want in
It's the only way to understand it
To understand it


. . .

Brushstroke: Walk In The Pack

[No lyrics]

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The opera is over
Singers have all gone home
Seats are empty
The kitchen is closed

The sidewalks are sprayed down
The blinds are pulled down
The foundation's unstable
The wrecking ball is back
Quiet business vacancy
Quiet business vacancy

Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down

Symphony's concluded
The instruments are all cased up
The notes are silent
The music's still apparent

Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded

Art is dying
Is art dead?
Art is dying
Is it dead?
Believe it
We need it to move on

A one track mind in a one way town
Let's go ahead and gentrify
We let art die with robot minds
Steal the brush and paint boundary lines

A stale kind the people we'll find
Walking in single file line
I think its time to finally rewind
Lets go ahead we might as well

Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded


. . .



I think I'm awake
Rolling on my blanket
I am sinking into the bed
Light around me
Beautful washes of pulsating color
Buzzing white noise
It sounds like one hundred bees

I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed

Pulsing
You control it
Body's asleep
And your mind is awake

I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed

I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed


. . .

Brushstroke: Reprise

[No lyrics]

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White cloth, black napkins
Wood chairs surround me
Wood tables, foggy sign
In front with no light

Night falls beneath candle light

Cast shadows
Insence fragrance
From the corner of the room
Cloudy senses Stale light below
Beneath me

Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter skies
Night falls beneath winter skies
White squalls beneath winter skies

Faceless crowd of elderly beings
Roses sprouting yellow glow
Subconcious into the light

Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter skies


. . .

Brushstroke: An Elephant In The Delta Waves

[No lyrics]

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Think we know
Oblivious though
Unified clones
Sit like stones
Up on thrones
Of fool's gold
Looking bold
But all alone

Restore our needed shelter

Sitting sideways
Something deep
Wading water
Pants at my knees
Fading with growth
Lie awake
Buried stones
All alone

Restore our needed shelter
Our flawless endeavors
To be alone
To be alone

Sitting sideways
Something deep
Wading water
Passing my knees
Sitting sideways
Something deep
Wading water
Pants at my knees
Fading with growth
Lie awake
Lie awake
Lie awake


. . .



The only things surrounding you now
Are the circular memories
Infect your conscience
They are the make up of your worries
Regrets and doubts

Elective betrayal of your person
Radiates confidence
Shine with silence
And shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me
With cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed
With a dry mouth and foggy head
Waiting for the snow
When the water comes
I will overflow
I will overflow
When the water comes
I will overflow

There's one more thing
I forgot to tell you
Worries and doubts
Will only help you
In the long run
You'll shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me
With cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed
With a dry mouth and foggy head
Waiting for the snow
When the water comes
I will overflow
I will overflow
When the water comes
I will overflow


. . .



Does anybody feel this way
Does anybody feel like I do
Does anybody feel this way
Does anybody feel like I do

I built a wall
It stretched one thousand miles
Set it off
(Massacre)
It's holding up the roof
Breast feed your heart
Set it off

I saw a distant port
With no water to support
Burning the bridge between

Does anybody feel this way
Does anybody feel like I do
Does anybody feel this way
Does anybody feel like I do

Never content nor satisfied
Tensions of self
The massacre changed history
Borderline paranoia
Yelling at their own rights
Set it off

Does anybody feel this way
Does anybody feel like I do
Though half of me is gone
The lonesome heart is there

I cannot find the other half
I cannot find the other half
I cannot find the other half
I cannot find the other half


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