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Move, Lord

by Markarians

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Greg Bowers I'll buy anything Chad Murphy is involved in, except maybe stock, MLM or voodoo death cult.

Okay, maybe Voodoo Death Cults.
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Gonna give him the house Holy books on the stove Yellow mark every word It's all the guilt I've known Gonna teach him to walk In crooked paths gone straight Gonna show him the bars Gonna show him the gate Now I'll never get my fingers wet I say that with a heavy heart, I guess Oh but wait, yeah, all too innocent It's obvious: the little time I've spent Go and ask Shelly for little glass shells. Ah! Water trickles down your spine It's everlasting love It's so much wrestling in the dust There's not a secret I can't hide Hardly tested at all I dipped my head right in I lost the power to crawl But now I gave it to him Oh potential to use this power recklessly A revelation or two Like last delusional spring
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Alligators 03:32
Alligators Control your feelings Or have trouble mating Like all those river sharks with busted fins who forget how to swim Li'l tonight I was bored by my age Li'l tonight I was clueless on that stage O tonight O tonight Sister Alma It's mostly mental Remember David? He said it's all just memory: shame and guilt and sin Now he forgets where he lives
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Bombazine 04:46
Bombazine Like lavender and chalk Julian You just talk and talk and talk
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Domino 04:59
I'm outside with a black girl speckled white Long drive to Diamond Sands with Domino to watch the coastline come and go True believer There's no end to times like these It's no wonder She speaks unknowingly of grief and talks of death in dulcet tones You will never understand So will you comfort them? Or comfort you? She dreamed this: A white horse running through the fog Helpless Aching thunder, you were wrong If so, what's that say for joy and hope? So what. Put that collar on my throat And lead me on, I need the peace of pretty fictions, mercy seats
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Do I ask too much? Sacred lips I'm too afraid to touch Hang a mirror inside and call it a temple Prepare my thunderous mind to get sick when your mouth sings, "Earth gave us everything" Tell me, when will I turn over? Borrowed kingdoms, I might hold on forever Perfection's dead, now what? Music's rolling in just as I'm rolling out Put a symbol inside and call it a chapel Release my thunderous mind to run free when I'm icebound in a wig and a nightgown

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released September 7, 2012

Written, played, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Chad Murphy. All songs published by Chad Benjamin Murphy BMI. Cover photo by Jesse Snyder (jessesnyder.tumblr.com). Dear Matt G: thanks for the bass guitar.

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Markarians Houserville, Pennsylvania

Imagine an alien species of explorers from a galaxy some 70 million light years distant. Countless generations have lived and died on the journey to Earth. Whole histories, micro-civilizations come and gone. But at last they are here. Markarians are here. Only…somewhere along the way, rounding the Sombrero Galaxy, they forgot why they came. And how to get back.

-Felix Singer, Athens, GA
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