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Flannelgraph
03:23
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Cross-references to defend
Reverend's answers in genesis
First you read Velvet Elvis, then some Bart Ehrman
No one ever sounded so intelligent
Now dress him up in flannelgraph to model metaphysics
Roasted at the table of sophisticates
He's the dead tongue Latin mass, the church plant that doesn't last
He's whatever you want to dismiss
I want to get angry, but I cannot
We were all true believers
All my friends, we used to skate
Little WWJDers
All our bands broke up and so did childlike faith
Shelter in the branches of
That Bazan album you love
You said it dealt with doubt so honestly
Babe, I didn't doubt your sincerity
But it planted an image in your brain
With just a little poetic turn of phrase
About misbehaving and magic trees
At seventeen you're deconstructing
We were all true believers
All my friends, we used to skate
Little WWJDers
All our bands broke up and so did childlike faith
But something said in Gethsemane
It's never left me
It's something I haven't found easy to shake
When I was caught in adultery
I saw him drawing me into
A large startling figure 8
But from a far-off distance, they can size up
And crush us between two fingers
That's just how it feels
But you're flashing like fire
For the half-blind and beleaguered
You're a large startling figure
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Chaplain
04:39
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I'm not gonna be your chaplain any longer
To whatever it is you think I think
About God or whatever
But I am a small fish in great big water
How can I exist outside my relativistic culture
When it's within me, it's without me
without you and all those bands we listened to
Who fought tooth and nail to suspend our disbelief
So where are you gonna go with those big questions on your brain
Where are you gonna go when the wanderlust runs the length of your vein You may think you're leaving nothing but your thin belief behind
But there's more than one way to hang a narrow frame, babe
And there's more than one way to take the name in vain, this is know
There's more than one way to hang a narrow frame
Around, around the mind
I'm not gonna be your little precious moment lamb
Your hashtag blessed, yellow-pressed, gaslit yes man
I wanna be the stigmata marks for you to touch with sticky fingers, son
I'll be waiting for your call, we can talk all about old Sufjan Stevens songs
And what we all had right and wrong back then,
at prayer meetings in our parents' basements, when
We were naive, when we were sincere,
It's so easy to believe that we were just faking it
But there's more than one way to hang a narrow frame, babe
And there's more than one way to take the name in vain, this I know
There's more than one way to throw your body at the flames
Toward Gehenna or streets of gold
There's more than one to way to invite a life of pain
Spit out or eat the bitter scroll
There's more than one way to hang a narrow frame
Around, around the mind
The strife of tongues
And strutting thighs
Clickbait bitrate
Catechize
The minds of old and young
Flee from the wrath to come
Kyrie eleison
Invisible chatroom and the DRC
Dot-com boom of human trafficking
With bodies on the web
Our hidden sins entangle everyone
Kyrie eleison
Red letter left
leaning type or
Red heifers for
End times sacrifice
The plain reading of the text
We cannot agree upon
Kyrie eleison
I'm not gonna be your chaplain any longer
I have skin in the game
And blood on the altar
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Cars of Our Youth
04:25
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Misshapen
00:58
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Way Out
04:28
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World
02:48
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How
04:23
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