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Oblivion
03:12
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Never seem to find the time,
Me and all these friends of mine
Running through the usual chores,
Knowing fully well what we've got in store,
Oblivion, Oblivion
My video game and the toxic rain,
Oblivion,
A triple threat is brewing here:
Climate change, radiation, "buck-a-beer",
Corporate media and the plastic in my sink,
Tryna' tell me what or who and how to think,
Oblivion, Oblivion,
My video game and the toxic rain,
Oblivion
There's a man upstairs, ya know he's gotta come down,
There's a man upstairs, ya well, he needs to come down,
Nothing trickles down from his golden pot,
Only rumours of an evil basement plot,
Oblivion, Oblivion,
My video game and the toxic rain,
Oblivion
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2. |
In The Dark
02:48
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Fall into the dark, confusion lurks in the dark,
And what's more, we've been there before,
A cursed age in the dark,
Breathe the morning dew,
Breathe the CO2,
I'll bathe clean with kerosene,
Breathe the morning dew,
Heed our plight,
Pray we win the fight,
All my tears will water these fears,
Their bark is nothing but bite,
Lessons in the night,
A lesson learned in the blight,
To stumble and fall is the best lesson of all,
A lesson learned in the night,
Watch the rising tide,
Note the great divide,
Mortal men will usher our end,
Just watch the rising tide,
Heed our plight,
Pray we win the fight,
All my tears will water these fears,
Their bark is nothing but bite.
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3. |
People
03:14
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People, all my people, come and see,
You broke my heart today,
As a race and as a place where i could,
Fill the empty space,
The day we dropped the bomb.
All my hope is fleeting, so depleting,
It tosses and it turns, like a filthy earthen worm,
Stretching down the lines,
Down the fracking mines,
The realm of Vulcan rising,
Weep for the polar bear on its knee,
Made early to retire,
Baptized in the fire as the smoke erected spires,
The flame of the Artic Tundra,
Feebly bent the shadows went, chased away by a smog of grey,
All repent for a picket fence, dash away all common sense,
As if nothing had arrived, as if everyone survived,
I wonder how the years will bring the stinging curse of pompous kings,
The stinging curse of rotting wings,
The stinging curse of toxic rings,
The molten vow all these things,
The day our logic died,
People, all my people, come and see.
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4. |
Out Of Reach
04:36
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You and I have lived a lie,
Play pretend to not ask why,
We can never look eye to eye,
While we mock a weathered sky,
Days will pass and bring the task,
Set to break our corporate flask,
We're out of reach, out of reach
All the while, we stay in style,
Every inch another mile,
Who can blame that old refrain,
When in Rome as it burns the slain,
I won't take another night,
While we deny a common plight,
We're out of reach, out of reach,
When did we abandon faith,
In our own peculiar race,
Though I know the aching heart,
Treachery of anxious art,
Come at last or stay apart,
I'll need a friend when the action starts,
We're out of reach, out of reach
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5. |
Burnin' Ground
05:31
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Precious, vicious, malicious you,
Mocking me with simple smiles,
Politicians all beguile,
Just to drown in a toxic stew,
Sinister minister, drenched in blood,
All for none and none for all,
You've been sounding the bugle call,
Can it turn the tide of a flood?
And the sky falls down and down,
And the trumpets sound, resound,
In the valley all around,
By the burnin' ground,
Chaplain, Captain, with your scribes,
Clad in silk and fat on milk,
Your truth lies on the sword and hilt,
Can it band the warring tribes?
Plainchant merchant, dressed to kill,
Sings in praise of the fatal coin,
Crusader for golden groin,
What if you never get your fill?
And the sky falls down, and down,
And the trumpets sound, resound,
In the valley all around,
By the burnin' ground,
Breathe in me, fair lady, don't leave me alone,
Tonight, I won't fight - I'll guard your home,
We've grown, it's known, but still never shown,
Breathe in me, fair lady, don't leave me alone,
Nightmares of the sun today,
Violent rays and asphalt trays,
Baking friend and foe in ways,
Only hell could amply praise,
And the sky falls down, and down,
And the trumpets sound, resound,
In the valley all around,
By the burnin' ground.
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6. |
Fortress In The Forest
04:05
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A whistle in the woods, a simmer in the sand,
I hear it calling in the night,
A riddle in the room, a yearning in the yard,
I hear it calling in the night,
A tremor in the tree, a dancing in the deep,
I hear it calling in the night,
A message in the mist, a pleading in the plains,
I hear it calling in the night,
A fire in the frost, a fever in the flood,
I hear it calling in the night,
A whimper in the wind, a roaring in the reef,
I hear it calling in the night,
I'm walking to the fountain, the trail is overgrown,
A fortress in the forest will save us from a sea of bones,
One way out once we're in, cleanse our self of asphalt sin,
Choose your side and choose it fast, choose it wrong we'll be the last.
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7. |
Year Of The Quake
03:10
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Don't need to tell us, don't need to preach,
Don't try to stall us, no lesson to teach,
Too late to say we're sorry, regrets won't win a fight,
The guard is late for changing, we haven't got all night,
And I don't need you to pull my strings,
And I don't need all your shiny things,
And I don't need all your dusty kings,
Fall in line man or leave the ring.
I'll slither down to the well,
And listen what it has to tell,
I'll carry poise like a lake,
And wait the coming year of the quake,
We share a mother, bet you disagree,
From a private jet plane, a little harder to see,
But people from all around, we breathe with the same lungs,
We'll take what's ours as given, when the song is sung,
And I don't need you to pull my strings,
And I don't need all your shiny things,
And I don't need all your dusty kings,
Fall in line man or leave the ring.
I'll slither down to the well,
And listen what it has to tell,
I'll carry poise like a lake,
And wait the coming year of the quake,
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8. |
The Leaves Are Calling
03:01
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The leaves are calling,
The breeze it's yearning,
The seas are calling,
For something we should do,
Something for me and you,
There's something we should do,
If we only had a clue,
The woods are calling,
Steeples, they're falling,
The streets are drowning,
With cries to end the night,
To put to rest that old world strife,
To sheath a blunted knife,
If we only had a clue,
The night time is stirring,
The moon, she's yearning,
The stars are calling,
For lifeboats in the dark,
A crystal ship on it's mark,
A parody of Noah's ark,
If we only had a clue.
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9. |
When We Come Up Wheezin'
03:27
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I can't take this, not one more day of this pessimistic panderin',
No more pardons for mis-behaviour till we start gatherin',
No more sorrow for a dead tomorrow while the clock is clamouring,
We're gonna figure it out,
We're gonna figure it out,
We're gonna figure it out when we come up wheezin',
One behemoth stirs in its waking sleep crawlin' in the tidal creep,
One vampire fulfills its crude desire gloatin' in the hallowed deep,
One generation takes up its battle station waitin' on the final breech,
We're gonna figure it out,
We're gonna figure it out,
We're gonna figure it out when we come up wheezin'.
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No more years, no more fears,
Only waiting for the blow,
No more trust, turned to rust,
Weathered in the undertow,
No more pain, just the stain.
That older folks will never know,
Everything, everything, everything is falling apart,
Everything, everything, everything is falling apart,
No more lies, or lullabyes,
A comic death so truly bare,
No ascent, no repent,
Wouldn't know how or where,
All our faults, down ageless vaults,
Will never really quite compare,
Everything, everything, everything is falling apart,
Everything, everything, everything is falling apart,
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Sleepy Demons Toronto, Ontario
Sleepy Demons is a solo-project by Lennox C.B., based out of Toronto, ON.
Quite disparate from previous works,
Sleepy Demons embodies the political arm of the writing process, specifically with regard to climate change, environmentalism, wealth inequality, and the destructive tendencies of capitalism..
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