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iN sPiTe Of MaN

by The Shackles

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1.
SAME OLD 05:44
VERSE 1 first thing so come out of your mouth hit me hard like winter in the south so I dont want to see the same old and i don't want to hear the same old you VERSE 2 why do I sit here in the pouring rain, as you whisper again and again no i dont want to see the same old and i dont want to hear the same old you CHORUS so you, ya youre staying and i, well im going far into tomorrow VERSE 2 though you hold me ever tightly baren is a mind left empty so i dont want to be the same old no i dont want to feel the same old me CHORUS so you, ya youre staying and i, well im going far into tomorrow
2.
JUDGEMENT 05:38
VERSE 1 Sick like ill With your fabricated mind Cast to fall into a waste of time Loathe this spokesman advert of doubt Wretched crude judgement easily let out CHORUS Like a prick in my side A smile that always cries You can’t hide from the loom VERSE 2 May refer to you as foe But wouldn’t at home A hypocrite at most Despise me as shown Maybe human way or Maybe useless pain But this nature is jealousies cost CHORUS-INTERLUDE BRIDGE Off to nowhere, Common grip, Wilted way The subtle minded animal, Finds it easy to give way Come to a pass times hum, Its a cannibals pig roast Numb court of judgement lies easy with most Lies easy with most X4 VERSE 3 Not a helping hand Somewhat sarcastic plan But a cruel man can eat till he’s full Shy crusted heart of gold, may deliver the most But on one’s self is what hurts
3.
VERSE 1 well im heading out to try my hand at moving sand oh im heading out all alone so find me in the mountains or find me in the woods i might have build a cabin if i could, if i could CHORUS go steady, go slow, feel the ground feel it grow X4 VERSE 2 so ill pick up all the leaves and try my hand at building trees if they've gone by the time i arrive and ill watch from afar as the people spin and turn ever faster ever cold CHORUS go steady, go slow, feel the ground, feel it grow X4 INTERLUDE CHORUS go steady, go slow, feel the ground, feel it grow X4
4.
INTERDUDE 02:10
5.
VERSE 1 tried hard from the start but your grief was nurtured in sin natures spreading far apart and your brittle bones stretching thin tried hard from the start and tomorrows looking grim so take your bounty in your wake before your laden in holy's twin VERSE 2 well your walking up the wires trying blindly not to fall but these bricks upon your shoulder have you slowed to a crawl so put on all your faces and preform your faulty acts they'll pull you into pieces leave you damaged at the crack CHORUS oh hold on tightly hold on right don't you abide by burdens delight hold on simply hold on good and don't let go like i know you would VERSE 3 like a flower in the desert made of plastic and twine well your thirsty for some meaning but you cant drink the wine like the threads fraying slowly on your hand me down clothes well your mending up the seams but your pale skin it shows CHORUS oh hold on tightly hold on right don't you abide by burdens delight hold on simply hold on good and don't let go like i know you would
6.
VERSE 1 ashes on ashes, dust into dust landing gently, on ground turning to rust sooner than after, it'll all crumble through and ill be free falling, closer to you VERSE 2 light my cigarette trees and watch them burn ooh baby you know its your turn so light my cigarette trees and watch them burn ooh baby, you've so much to learn CHORUS burn why don't cha burn why don't cha throw the light again X4 VERSE 3 smoky nights and foggy days the mist is heavy and further it stays but ill give you a light, in every way my vice is yours, a hand away CHORUS burn why don't cha burn why don't cha throw the light again X4 V2 REPRISE light my cigarette trees and watch them burn ooh baby you know its your turn so light my cigarette trees and watch them burn ooh baby, you've so much to learn
7.
BULB 07:30
VERSE 1 More than a shimmer when lights go low never gets dimmer when the suns my love she's a needle in my back before my pulse stops the grip i got before i break and fall VERSE 2 i can shiver all i want lay down my anchor never forgot sober she's my brick wall i keep leaning on when all that matters just pins break it off CHORUS i could be your water i could be your throne yearning no craving that love you could be my killer your grace is my call VERSE 3 food to my famine light to my smoke beauty more than whats handed out like she took two and run simple times listen no cause like the first view of the sunrise warm and all CHORUS i could be your water i could be your throne yearning no craving that love you could be my killer your grace is my call BRIDGE now i'm the bulb thats inside the attic lost and lonesome but you are the bulb thats on the streets i'm the attic no gateway i'm frantic another hit gone i was spoiled not loyal with no urge to toil i lay weak never strong
8.
SPINSTER 07:17
VERSE 1 oh sinister spinster of Solomon's square unravelling silks of impish affairs how easy your eyes glisten round corners they're slipping through holes of plastic performers VERSE 2 how silent you creep over cobblestone creeks swallowing wasted eyes, they dare not leak and as this black night never dims or diminishes tomorrows black sun surely sows wasted wishes CHORUS so you, pluck and you prick on heart string they echo hallowed halls of Lucifers languish VERSE 3 few fellows catch sight of your spinning of shells capturing shadows where jeweled crowns dwell and as there soles slap the shriveling pathways your devilish tapestry paint pictures of heydays CHORUS so you pluck and you prick on heart string they echo hallowed halls of lucifers languish

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The Shackles take you on a journey through space, time, and the human experience. Focusing on both the subtleties and intricacies that create the human condition, in spite of man delves through the multidimensional layers of cascading vibrations, and lands in a melancholy utopia.

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released June 11, 2017

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The Shackles Comox, British Columbia

Armand Verrault:
pots and pans

Rhea Whitehead:
serenading/pluckidy

Jesse Turnbull:
electronic thunder

Nathan Turnbull:
loud farts

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