Tar Lines
from Bullrush by Two Eyes For The Dead
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All these tar lines -- they hit your tires:
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
This is a personal, half-built confession:
I'm losing it inside and have no direction.
. . . Just a steel frame without an engine --
Postmodern foil -- still seed in soil?
All these tar lines -- they hit your tires;
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
So grab on to a crumbling “. . . Wall”.
Oh momma, momma do you have control?
Grab onto a crumbling “. . . Wall”.
Oh daddy dearest, do you know what fear is?
Oh, I look at you dear, and I look at our past:
We dunes in a current will never last.
So are we destroyed, or are these our dreams
That fill up our skins as -- as we mend the seams?
. . . Do . . . You . . . Know . . . Fear?!
All these tar lines -- they hit your tires;
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
This is a personal, half-built confession:
I'm losing it inside and have no direction.
. . . Just a steel frame without an engine --
Postmodern foil -- still seed in soil?
All these tar lines -- they hit your tires;
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
So grab on to a crumbling “. . . Wall”.
Oh momma, momma do you have control?
Grab onto a crumbling “. . . Wall”.
Oh daddy dearest, do you know what fear is?
Oh, I look at you dear, and I look at our past:
We dunes in a current will never last.
So are we destroyed, or are these our dreams
That fill up our skins as -- as we mend the seams?
. . . Do . . . You . . . Know . . . Fear?!
All these tar lines -- they hit your tires;
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
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Bullrush,
released 10 January 2012
Lyrics by Murphy. Music by Kuhlman/Murphy/Murray/Thompson
Lyrics by Murphy. Music by Kuhlman/Murphy/Murray/Thompson
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Two Eyes For The Dead explores hard rock music with the intention of creating songs that are part poetry and part epiphany. ... more Hailing from Minneapolis, MN, Two Eyes For The Dead aims to enlighten the ignorant and breathe relief into the lungs of the frustrated with a sonic core carrying molten emotion. less
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