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Kindling Theory

by The Etchings

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Im bringing home the blues in my best disguise No one questions me when I draw from some book of lies I left myself for hours driving down some road Cant explain my powers to my father on the phone And then he asks me "son, are you manic or depressed?" I said "I just sing a lot, more often than the rest" And Im bringing home the blues a tall white orchid and a bottle of juice And Im bringing home the blues you talk to much, yeah, your mouth is loose And im bringing home the blues no one took a picture, in the alley, of you and im bringing home the blues and if its some short song i cant believe that it was all bad news
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I've Managed 04:26
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Hibernate 04:42
Guess ill hibernate sleep tonight through tomorrow in the evening when i wake time to celebrate light a candle, tip the bottle and become that empty space cant trust my mind, when ive lost it but a couple times cant trust my mind when ive lost it but a couple times Guess ill hibernate, burn the lights, kill the spiders, that keep dropping from my ceiling I tried to erase one more evening one more evening with a liquid cure strapped firmly to my face cant trust my mind, when ive lost it but a couple times cant trust my mind when ive lost it but a couple times so im leaving you ive been begging you to take your meds unpredictable, in this hospital ill get some rest so im leaving you ive been begging you to take your meds unforgivable in this hospital ill get some rest cant trust my mind, when ive lost it but a couple times cant trust my mind when ive lost it but a couple times cant trust my mind, when ive lost it but a couple times cant trust my mind when ive lost it but a couple times
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Emma Who 04:55
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The Gallery 03:40
Your life hung up in a gallery, Poised in a wooden frame, The sequences of happenings, Set firmly in their place. Your days hung up in a metaphor, Your thoughts carved out of stone, You call yourself da vinci, but, Your talent isn’t known. And we all feel like painters, Just brushing out figures in gray, And our ideas brand us, We’re filling up canvas, And drying out the paint. You had watchful eyes for everyone, But who takes care of you? Your face was crooked in that photograph, I had to take while you were looking away, It’s just another snapshot, You seem as sure as I’m not, We’re not getting carried away. But your soul it doesn’t run, But the colours have begun... And we all feel like painters, Just brushing out figures in gray, And our ideas brand us, We’re filling up canvas, And drying out the paint.
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once again ive lost control ever since the story broke like pages turn, in twisted lines i wrote the book on borrowed time im fine never want to see me, is it relatively easy getting on? never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn half a cigarette thats left to burn ashes left of what we were heavy weighs a heart that bleeds you're bullet-proof in satin sheets yeaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa never wanna see me, is it relatively easy getting on? never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn here again, beside myself. here again, beside myself.
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I have seen the reprise of the checkerboard lies. And I've frankly grown ill of the things you'll deny. When you pack to distract with a feather spine back When a hungrier wolf Has been eating the pack Oh prince your demands are set too high Oh prince reprimands commend my lies Oh prince your demands are set too high I have seen the reprise Of the checkerboard lies
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A book you might have read So I've been, so I've been The words I should have said So you knew, so you knew what I meant Now your hanging up a paper moon Got cut up on the sun, and it's setting me soon And Im hanging up stars now I just can't seem to find the room You composed a broken remedy With a counterfeit conscience, you wore on your sleeve Now I have to keep quiet, or they wont let me leave If I told you a nightmare was coming would you still close your eyes and get carried away? Cause the stars always add up to nothing And the sun only wants you to play When I knew that a nightmare was coming Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away And the stars always add up to nothing but somehow they still get in the way So they tied you to a blue balloon, Told you not to press buttons you found in a room But you're winning a prize and you think you'll be getting it soon Walking down a hallway like a street Meeting strangers who's answers are never complete and I guess that its christmas because I cant sleep If I told you a nightmare was coming would you still close your eyes and get carried away? Cause the stars always add up to nothing And the sun only wants you to play When I knew that a nightmare was coming Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away And the stars always add up to nothing but somehow they still get in the way Yeah I told you again you got carried away Yeah I told you again you got carried away Yea I told you again you got carried away, told you again you got carried away (Yeah the stars always add up to nothing, yeah the stars always add up to nothing)
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The Pigman 05:14
Don't walk along on Holland Road Or you might meet your demise A train rolls on the one lain bridge With its pale, no-colored eye Well you lined up your pennies upon the track With the white light shining through And the wind and the dark make it oh so hard When you can't see next to you And you saw as it neared It was moving fast And its whistle screamed aloud The blackest dark you've ever seen When the moon is dressed in clouds And you've never seen anything quite like this When your hanging onto the fence And the great locomotive will shake your bones And flatten your two cents Can we make it home tonight? Is the pigman out tonight?

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All songs written and performed by The Etchings:
Nick Randall - Guitar, Vocals
Rocco DellaNeve - Guitar
Ben Randall - Bass
Jesse Rejewski - Drums

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released September 7, 2012

Recorded by The Etchings at House of Logic in Buffalo, NY, additional recording by Adam Korbesmeyer, mixed and produced by Adam Korbesmeyer and The Etchings, mastered by Chris Keffer.
Copyright 2012 The Etchings Music
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