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The Diamond Light

by The Diamond Light

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1.
If Only 01:59
You can't paint me a box if you wanna. You can throw me the rocks. You can paint me a boat in the river. You can swim it across. You can blame me for all your treason, without a reason at all. You said you'd build it real tall if only, we could watch it fall down. Squeezing the hive for all its honey, savor every drop. If only. You can worship the rocks of the desert, they'll remember your heart. They'd be praying you'd stop if only, you never picked it back up.
2.
Calling out your name through this empty house. Turning over cushions but you're no where around. Screaming through these halls that I can't go on without you. The phone's been ringing off the hook for weeks, but I can't seem to find the strength to speak. Screaming through these halls that I can't go on without you. Running through these pictures, they look nothing like you. Learning to keep busy but there's nothing to do. Catching minor glimpses of the moments that passed. I'm holding onto memories but the feeling won't last. I never wanted to give up on your soul.
3.
Three Days 02:39
Three days was all I had, but I could not raise a tent. Three days was all I had, but who knows where they went. Three days is all it takes, to rise up the cavalry. Three days to save your race, and bring down the company. Who cares to bare the name of the second day? Three days is all I had, as if I ever had a better time. Three days to paint your face and take back what is mine.
4.
Tried writing songs for the dying man. Tried writing songs that would make him stand. I tried to reach out with a helping hand. At least I tried. I closed my eyes and tried to watch myself disappear. The whole world shattered and I drowned in tears. I tried to rebuild what once was here. At least I tried. Tried writing songs for the common man. Tried writing songs that he could understand. It's just the same four chords, just by a different band. At least we tried. It's the fear that's locked my door, and the need of wanting more. It's the place I can't explore, that keeps me from growing up.
5.
Hitman 03:37
The devil might have a hit on me. There's a fire in his eyes. But I've got this can of gasoline, and I'm dying to see if I could put him back in his place. I'm gonna put him back in his place. I've got a hot brick in my bed, I'm gonna beat this cold. I've got a number in my head, surprised I made it to be this old. I'm gonna wash the old spirit from my soul. Met a man by the flooded lake, all the secrets that he told. He knew just what it would take, and brother I was sold. I gave up the keys to my tortured soul. I told him, "it don't matter what you take, you can have my precious home." Who knew just what was at stake, thank god I live alone. "Cut off my limbs but spare my soul."
6.
There ain't no use for the slow man. He's a drunk, and he is cruel, but he he's a cold man. He'll paint your noose like an omen, he's got you thinking about your death and you are frightened. You can't refuse what the old man whispered to the preacher during the sermon. He's a sain't to the fools of the old land, but we can see straight through the tricks that he is turning. He'll speak, but you gotta believe, there's only trouble creepin' through those teeth. There ain't no use for the slow man. He's just a killer dressed in other people's clothing. He'll fake a youth-like approach, then coax you to the bottom of the basement. He'll speak, but you gotta believe, there's only trouble creepin' through those teeth. Haunt, scream, but you just gotta see, there's only trouble creepin' through those teeth.
7.
Mass Grave 02:30
I've got a bloody axe with sweat dripping from brow to brow. Bit my tongue, loose-gun, forgot how to ask. Digging blue print, soul-kit, round and round. I wear a black mask, stained-glass kind of sound. Four children singing church-hymns through their town. Dirty money, clean drugs smuggled through their mouth. Don't want to enslave this mass grave. Don't want to enslave this mass grave.
8.
Oklahoma '47 01:54
Why you gotta run, why you gotta run? Why you gotta run like you just killed someone? 1947 on the midnight train. Sweatin' blood like I ain't never seen a gun in this gang. Old John Parker acts like Billy the Kid, drinking gin like there ain't water in the town that he lives. Young Hank Thomas ain't but 12 years old, out a school, I wish he never signed his name on that scroll. Blind Jack Forest ain't blind at all, he'll cut out your tongue if you question his call. Three Shot Susie, she'll get you in two. Turning blue, she's got me guessing every move that I do. It's time to jump this train, though it started real nice. I'll run to Oklahoma and I'll start a new life.
9.
Teethcutter 03:04
I can smell a fake from a mile away With the false dirt upon his face, Listen to the whisper and the sound that he makes As the cold dirt takes his place. Everywhere I go, in every little city, There's a version of someone else. Is it a hoax I'm creating? A myth perpetuating? Or the freak returning to the self? Are you the freak returning to the self? Or just the ghost of someone else. Try to find something to make you care. I took my chance in a pickup truck, out of luck, Try to make this feeling last, And it's coming on strong, and it came on fast, But you say nothing's wrong, you're always right but you're wrong. Try to find something that's gonna move you Try to find something to make you care.
10.
Never Enough 04:07
Your free spirit's fine with me, But it aint clocking in to the work week. It aint gonna bother me, Just give me your food and your money With the feathers and lovers, They've all gone to sleep, Waiting for updates detecting a lead. But they're all wrong You rest your head outside your nest, Cause you can't stand sleeping int he heat. And the rest your friends roll up theirs sleeves, Pulling both sides to make ends meet. With their mothers and fathers holding receipts, Waiting for transfers of wired relief. But they're all wrong, Mistaking an entrance to find that it's gone. Your free spirit's fine with me, I'm looking in and you're lonely. And it aint no offense to me, Cause i don't need your cloths to be happy. With the sweat on my brow I watch it fall down, A sight that you never will see.
11.
You found me in the back-house trying to get clean. With my face hung down and the water pouring over me. Under cinder-blocks, and corn stalks, my shoulders weigh down. Heavy as sin in the strong wind south. You said we'd move back east if the well ran dry. Make a new home in New England on the state line. Under pine trees, and rubber leaves, I thought we'd never run out. Heavy as sin in the strong wind south. Heavy as sin in the strong wind south. With a baby on the way, and check in the mail, I count the hours and the bottles on the rail. I make time freeze, but no one sees I'm too old for this now. Heavy as sin in the strong wind south. The rain clouds are coming down to wash this famine away. And the good book says that I'm obliged to stay. As the storm rolls through, we are stuck in the mouth. Heavy as sin in the strong wind south.
12.
I came from the dirt, covered in blood. But I will return, covered in mud. I will. I came from the earth, torn from the glue. Through giving birth I saw what is true. I did. I'm losing my rhythm, I've signed on the line. Adding together these sixes and nines. I curse and I hurt, at first I believe, that there cannot be a place we don't see, but there is. Don't force me back to the childish light, because I'm too attached to this childish life of mine. I'm came from the dirt, covered in blood, I will return, covered in mud. The ash and the dust, the oak tree I made, we all become rust in the light of the shade.

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Recorded in Laurel Canyon
Engineered by Joseph Holiday
Mixed by Niko Bolas

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released April 10, 2012

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