Council Of The Jackalope

by Coma Commander

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released November 27, 2015

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Track Name: Broken Bottles and Empty Veins
We’ll set the world on fire
At the break of dawn
We’ll watch it burn
And all that you’re fighting for
All the heartache and pain
All the heartache and pain
All the broken bottles and empty veins

I still remember how you were, scared and away from home.

You are still the night
We’re holding
We’re holding on
Let’s drink to light the fire in our hearts
We’re holding on ‘till curtain falls

I never dared to look
I never dared to look
You in the eyes
It’s another night, you’re cracking up
Laughing all your troubles away
Broken bottles and empty veins

You are still the night
We’re holding
We’re holding on
Let’s drink to light the fire in our hearts
We’re holding on ‘till curtain falls
Track Name: Headlights
As you close the door,
and look back from whence you came,
you see what’s left, of this great blue world of ours.
Like a deer in the headlights.
Calm, comatose and still.
From a distance.

I am the Lord, I am your Dream,
who brought you out of sleep, out of this land of slavery.
Come and let your lions roar their song of kings.
As kings who will forsake their kingdoms once again.

And I
will never give up on my wildest dreams.
And I will never give up what I sing.
And we
will never give up on our wildest dreams.
And we will never give up!

I say, Mercédès, my revenge is just a start.
It seems so calmly after this, I seem so dried up after this.
I say, Mercédès, my revenge will start a war.
We won’t keep calmly after this, we won’t be dried off after this.

And I will never give up on my wildest dreams.
And I will never give up what I sing.
And we will never give up on our wildest dreams.
And we will never give up!
And we will never give up!
And we will never give up!
Track Name: No Trace Of Ghosts So Far
We’re all socially awkward kids,
But with all these other misfits,
still we cope

We’re popping Xanax every day,
But with all these other misfits,
still we cope

I am beyond return
The hobo in the park
The pigeon on the thumbtack
I am the skeleton holding the cards
The Jack of hearts
No Trace of ghosts so far

We’re all socially awkward kids,
But with all these other misfits,
still we cope

We’re popping Xanax every day,
But with all these other misfits,
still we cope

No Trace of ghosts so far
Track Name: All Hallows Eve
Think about this for a second
Think of the things that could’ve happened
Sign yourself away on the dotted line
And sell your soul for legal rights
In this bureaucracy

The king opens his doors for you
Plans for the day are made throughout the year.
This all hallows eve is coming.

You’re living large, you’re falling low,
We’re living large on the down low.
Stay the fuck away from me!
And once we’ll go down in history:
(We’ll) drag you along in our own downfall.

But now we dance this grim fandango
And will for years before we rest
Carrier pigeons spread the words of revolution
In this bureaucracy

You’re living large, you’re falling low,
We’re living large on the down low.
Stay the fuck away from me!
And once we’ll go down in history:
(We’ll) drag you along in our own downfall.
Drunk on the rush of our own downfall.
Track Name: Christopher Robin and The Giant Blisters
Two wrongs don’t make a right
What happens to you here’s forever
People break so easily
Life can be tougher for some of us
But today we’re clocking out
So let it rain

It can’t rain all the time
Who will fight the monsters in my head (wooow)
And even if I had the guts to say:
You motherfuckers, I am the captain of my own thoughts
They wouldn’t believe me anyway (wooow)
You wouldn’t believe me anyway

Sometimes I think too much
Far from perfect, but lost between
Life can be shorter for some of us
But today you’re clocking out

And once the honey’s gone, only the stings remain.
And once the honey’s gone, only the stings remain.

It can’t rain all the time
Who will fight the monsters in my head (wooow)
And even if I had the guts to say:
You motherfuckers, I am the captain of my own thoughts
They wouldn’t believe me anyway (wooow)
You wouldn’t believe me anyway
They wouldn’t believe me anyway
They wouldn’t believe me.
Track Name: Sleeping In On A Sundead Morning
Future history is not included in this vision,
It’s all about the facts and not the fiction.
Listen to them play, those children of the night,
Oh, what music they make.

Their cold hearts, shake as one.
Under grey skies, we’ve become.

It’s been a while, since I’ve seen a smile on those who need it.
Who is there to hold us when the sun comes crumbling down,
on all of those days when we’re out drinking?

Listen to the way, those children of the night,
Drag sorrow in their wake.

It’s been a while, since I’ve seen a smile on those who need it.
Who is there to hold us when the sun comes crumbling down,
on all of those days when we’re out drinking?

We’re burning watches
We stalk the nightlife
Piling bodies in our wake.

We’re lighting fires
And join the ‘crime’ life
It’s getting only darker now.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a smile
It’s you I needed
You were there to hold me when the sun came crumbling down

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a smile
It’s you I needed
You were there to hold me when the sun came crumbling down
Track Name: You Look So Fancy In Your White Pyjamas
God only knows
God only knows
We’re heading for the rapture.
And we don’t give two shits about it,
We don’t give two shits about it.

I’ve got the feeling you don’t agree on the upside of living cheap,
For what it’s worth, I’ll do it over again and again.

We’re heading for the rapture,
We’re falling into the noose
When our lives are parachuted of these cut-turf rooftops.
And the rebels and the renaissance painters are sent to cut us loose.
Oh we’re going out in style

We’ve built a sparkly gallows,
Oh we’re going out in style.
And the vultures way up high
They don’t give two shits / about it.

We’re heading for the rapture,
We’re falling into the noose
When our lives are parachuted of these cut-turf rooftops.
And the rebels and the renaissance painters are sent to cut us loose.
Oh we’re going out in style

We’ve built a sparkly gallows / oh we're going out in style.
We’ve built a sparkly gallows / oh we're going out in style.
We’ve built a sparkly gallows.