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Marathon

from All Hands by Doomtree

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(Sims)
I had this dream that I was floating / I had this dream that I was floating / I had this dream that I was on top of the tallest building / and I could see everything around me / and I crept my toes over the edge / I had this dream that I was floating / I had the dream that I was on top / and I crept my toes over the edge / and I dropped everything I was holding / I’m tearing down all these outmoded ideas about now / how it’s going, what it is, and how it sounds / and I walk like midnight city in my grip / like I won’t let it slip until I get light / I’m burning all these old bodies, holding no vigils / see which pieces send smoke signals / no combing the ash, let the breeze sort it out / boarded-out, that house I tore it down
(Hook)
When it all boils down there’s nothing but bones left / When it all boils down there’s nothing but bones left / When it all boils down there’s nothing but bones left / When it all boils down there’s nothing but bones left / Nothing but bones left, nothing but bones
(Dessa)
And it’s the same safe / but the codes won’t work / Guess the joke’s on me / looks like I’m on first / The map got turnt / or the river took out the bridge / but we can’t get out / the way that we came in / The compass needle is sticking / the numbers step out of sequence / the stars here look hardly like the ones from last season / And we’ve been leaking diesel since the first freeze / you can leave the car keys in it / I’m getting out / Each brick is a pixel / each step is a stitch in the dust / Grass it’ll whistle / buzzed by the breath with your lungs / Get your day in the sun to be young / streamers on the handlebars / soft drugs and underwire / Love’s a funny animal / be careful what you tell yourself / fairy tales and anecdotes / both dangerous for amateurs / Born hunter-gatherers / agriculture made matadors / now given all we’ve wanted for / we watch it on the monitors
(Mike)
And you won’t know me by incisors or metacarpus / Claim carcass, head on the wall, body starting the metamorphose / They say we Bitter-ly hold grudge / distorted intent, well consider the sources / Cow tongue, it’s utterly horseshit / huddled up, the rudder stuck, redirected our forces / Polyamory, fuck everybody / we devoted to the family, balance against the gravity / Self hate rediscovered inside misandry / Clean slate, my desire to rule the man in me / Fever for fire, the flame vapor, the skin paper, the blood thicker / vein fill up sure as a shape shifter / Follow forward with the sense of the spot blown / Call it origin, everything before
it the Dead Zone / Underworld nan-god indivisible / No subliminal, every bit of mass is not critical / Deity Retired, just remember I lived / cuz you won’t know me by my skull or my rib / Locked in, clocked out / yeah it is what it is / just remember I lived / cuz you won’t know me by my skull or my rib / Locked in, clocked out / yeah it is what it is
(Hook)
(Cecil)
And I’m running to home, it’s running me dry / I loved the road but love can be blind / covered in gold, covered in pride / under an oath, under disguise / suffered the smoke stuck in your eyes / And we priced it, sold its name, nine sips of Novocain / I sit inside a cell and side with the kinda hell / that likes when you show its pain / lives off your fear of heights and strikes when it’s all the same / And it’s feeling like / like it’s a say anything moment / the reckonings are everywhere, the mezzanine’s closing / so I ain’t holding nothing on safety / running up the towers, I was running on empty / Break me, shape me under the knife / raise me up til I’m grown, break another device to set free / Shake the love of my life, tell them nothing was wrong / tell me nothing was right, prestige
(Hook)
(Sims)
This time I slit the throat ruthless / profuse rouges out the wound / washing out these blueprints / hammers to these lead balloons / cement shoes and useless abuses / leave the wolf toothless / I had this dream that I was floating / free from these explosions in the subtle / cuffs uncoupled / When I woke wildfire turned the broken into rubble / turned myself into molten / poured out what isn’t potent
(Hook)
(Stef)
Respect given where it’s livin / peace to non-violents populating the prisons / Bag a dicks follow the money track / chew on that if you profit off of somebody’s back / Atlas with the standards / sickle sharp and red
as fuck with my hammer / chisel tippin, chisel chippin, shaping scenery / hit the prism, catch a vision, whiff of unity / Let em dip and sweat and trip out on the tryptamines / instead of feelin it’s better livin through chemistry / or prolly extra feelin everything / Hyperrealing the fuck outta nights because days sting / and playthings save sentiments / pain brings them same things to resent and quit / So it’s chest fulla broke toys / and no noise is loud enough to drown me / Got ya boy turning every knob to the right / every button with an arrow up crushed / til my vision is bright white / Mute the dialogue, watch the lips move / change the script around, make that bullshit tight / I been a real self-starter / found myself swimmingly, real hot water
/ since I was young I seem to feel this harder / these guys are fucking kidding me / world made for larpers / I tend to ghost, knapsack, arrow, and stealth / fulla mean and a copy of Health is in You! / Sometimes it be like that / just gotta put the pipe down and get your feelings back / ya heard kids, spitting on teens / pulling down cloud nine, pissing on dreams / shitting on em, it’s real bodily for me right now / I’m bout to body somebody and barf / every fluid cept the good one / Giver everyday til every city is in ruins / Bash til I’m burger / Hashtag No Kings, crash y’alls server

credits

from All Hands, released January 27, 2015
Produced by Cecil Otter
Additional production by Paper Tiger and Lazerbeak
Guitar by Jake Hanson

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Doomtree Minneapolis

Doomtree is a collective of seven friends who live in Minneapolis and make music together. They’ve earned acclaim for genre- defying recordings, explosive live performances, and their fierce loyalty to one another. Members include P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger. The DIY outfit has built an international fanbase one city, one show, and one song at a time. ... more

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