All the Fins in the Sea ep

by Sick Sick Birds

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released December 3, 2013

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Track Name: Mad Memo
You found something that somebody said to prove your point: there's no prices on their
Heads. Leave the light on.
A quick snicker at the shakes and shudders while you're still snug under the
Covers. But you leave the light on.
It's the same fair game. Leave the light on.

Used to look for a brand new start but now they're all just pulling out the
Shards. Leave the light on.
Fighting off canards. Leave the light on.

Always say it never was. And the age-old script confirms the cause

Calling foul and partisan. Razor sharpens with a deadpan.
Situation on the ground. This is always how it happens.
Downsize, synchronize to the blue light of the watchdial.
Time's up, they had their fun. Doctrine spread out to the sun.

A bitter voice You roll out with a mad memo
And it doesn't hurt too much, just a gnashing soft crush.
A chariot, to pick you up and take you home
Picked to pieces, shaved down to the bone

You're smelling weakness and and you're quelling fear but everyone one is gone and you're still
Here. And you leave the light on.
And you're still here and you leave the light on.
Left a message to depress us, leave the light on.
It's on and on and on like the stars.
Track Name: Burns in the Middle
And something's going to happen
As stated by the smartest in the room
Keep a watchful eye on the falling skies
Waiting for the heavy winds
Loose talk from the carefree desensitized
Out of mind as quick as it begins

And it's funny because he's laughing
But you know it's not genuine.
On with days and nights and crazy eyes
All he wants is a guarantee
But with the days of factless reassurance gone
There's nothing left but you and me

Child close your mind,only the golden sand and the rolling of the sea
Burns in the middle, he says it burns in the middle, he says it burns
Child turn your eyes to the bright white lines against the outfield green
Burns in the middle, he says it burns in the middle
Track Name: Rural Route Weeds
A dream with a standard issue cliche in waiting, with a Henry Fonda stare
You bought the best book, and you've got all the codes
Credit cards and toll-free roads

You've gotta speed up to keep up with the rising cost of flesh
And the falling price of tenderness
And you regain clout with a steady shout of all the things you'd never say

The wagons are circled, all the cool kings taking stands
Schemes made with open hands
Quick-stabbing money grabs, each according to his needs
Take in feed like the rural route weeds

You keep on moving like you're in an airport scene. Torn into with lions' teeth
And all the fins in the sea and all the wings in the air can't overtake this despair

The wagons are circled, all the cool kings taking stands
Schemes made with open hands
Quick-stabbing money grabs, each according to his needs
Take in feed like the rural route weeds
Track Name: Situation Dire
Well there's no one else to blame for
My Mr. Smith naivete
If you won't throttle back the train
Then there's nothing left to say

Just pack up and put down your hand
And wait for your hero to land

Feeling the burn from lessons learned
Compromise is a sucker's plan
Top of my lungs and out of turn
We're gonna haul in all we can

It seems we are all on our own

Just pack up and put down your hand
While you wait for hero to land
The smallest shoulders carry the load
Rolling the can down the road

It's situation dire