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Let’s take a walk
Provided radiation is low and the weather’s good
We’ll take a stroll through where there used to be a neighborhood
I host a clinic called ‘the finer points of settlerhood’
Wish I could say it brings a crowd
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Oh, babydoll
Doomsday went about as well as you said it would
God, I tried to love the bomb, and never could
There’s such a heavy balm
And the humid air of rotted wood
Wish I could clear the smoke and show you clouds
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The meek will get the earth,
Though the earth will be long dead
The meek will gladly take what we can get
And when we meet the earth,
if there’s no earth to be found
We’ll just join the poison in the ground
The poison in the ground
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Modern Style
01:40
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Where’s that new modern style?
Where’s that new beat?
They promised something wild,
Then gassed us in our sleep
We woke up underground,
Forced to work the mines
And only have these tired songs
To last us for all time
We had a stack of wax, and some of it was fine
And a player in the break room where
We went to flush our eyes
It lasted all of 7 months,
and when it finally died,
The only source of music was your dusty, empty mind!
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And I said;
(Oh my god)
I don’t miss the light
(Oh my god)
I don’t miss the sunshine
(My sweet god)
But I miss all the songs that used to make me feel alive.
Some of us disappeared down deeper in the mine
One came back, I guess, the rest we’re just not meant to find
We stopped him screaming, and we held him as he cried:
“I saw what’s out the hatch, and we’re all better off inside”
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Margo
03:10
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Well, my neck was a little straighter
Seven years without a screen
Wandering the wastes in case I’d end up someplace green
I’d been pushing my luck up like daisies
chasing my fate
Crawling through the aqueducts
Cutting through the gates
Margo showed herself as though an angel from above
And offered me a hand, on which, she wore a heavy glove
And all of my survival skills, I picked up at her side.
For, bless her heart, she kept me like a helpless child bride
But when we reached the checkpoint, they asked to show her palms,
She opened up a guard, and she was gone
Stumbled through the sand to try and see her face again
Tracked her town to town along a trail of broken men
I found her with a body,
She had killed a man for gloves
She handed me some water,
and I drank it down like drugs
But, when we reached the platform
They asked to scan her hands
She tore the guard to shreds,
and she ran
I caught up with her quickly
But I’m stuck with what I saw
The blood that ran across the sand
Was pooling off her claws
She didn’t know I saw her hands,
And I won’t leave my love
So I let her keep her secrets
And I keep her stocked with gloves
My Huntress stalks the sheep that walk
Beneath the starless skies
My Margo has the kind of touch
That flays a man alive.
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Back The Other Way
02:24
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She said “It was fine back the other way
I wish I could have stayed behind”
“But maybe it was time for our luck to change,
And I might have to wait a while.”
She said:
“Travel is difficult, you can’t go home,
But, trust me, you don’t really wanna go”
But, meantime,
I had the feeling I’d have sold my soul
Just for one more minute there alone
To think I’d
Walk out the door and see the grass still grows
Walk into the stream, and feel the flow
But somehow,
I had the feeling I just can’t go home
She said “It was fine back the other way
I wish I could have stayed behind”
“But maybe it was time for our luck to change,
And I might have to wait a while.”
She said:
“Travel is difficult, you can’t go home,
But, trust me, you don’t really wanna go”
But, meantime,
I had the feeling I’d have sold my soul
Just for one more minute there alone
To think I’d
Walk out the door and see the grass still grows
Walk into the stream, and feel the flow
But somehow,
I had the feeling I just can’t go home
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The Geiger Age
01:33
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I’m a child of the Geiger age,
And not the only one
My momma raised me off of stories about the Sun, Cause it was gone
Far as she could tell, it was gone.
Blocked out by the smog, and if the smog ain’t movin’ on, that Sun is gone.
My eyes have seen the glory of industrial disease
My momma raised me tellin’ tales about the trees, Cause they were gone
For all my Momma knew, the trees were gone
Roasted inside out
And there’s no soil fit to sprout
Those trees are gone
She had an optimistic streak
Or maybe she was scared
But, Bless her soul, my momma said the ocean would be spared
And now it’s gone
By the time I reached the coast, it all was gone
Glad she didn’t live to see the day that she was wrong:
Cause when I reached ocean,
It was gone,
Gone,
Gone.
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