Give me just a little piece of your garden darling. I’d be strange. Give me just a little piece of your heart, thats the way that I can tell you this is how we play the game
I can always play the game with ya darlin.
Don’t you ever take me for a fool.
Give me just a little piece of your garden darling. I can see the seat of your pain. Give me just a little piece of your heart, thats the way that I can tell you this is how we play the game
When you learn to play the harp with your heartache, you will never play for a fool.
Give me just a little piece of your garden darling. I’d be strange. Give me just a little piece of your heart, thats the way that I can tell you this is how we play the game
Will you treat the one you love just like the
ones you loathe
It’s summer time
And in my mind
They’re feeling fine
There’s never guilt
Oh never this faith faded filth
Given this forced fed fake film
The picture plays on
So no one knows what’s wrong
We don’t mind, We don’t mind, We don’t mind
Take your time, Take your time, We don’t mind
So serve it up
Now settle down
They set us up
We’re servants now
It’s gonna go real damn fast
So pedal your way to the grave
I didn’t know if you knew
It’s only a matter of time before the whole thing blows
We don’t mind, We don’t mind, We don’t mind
Take your time, Take your time, We don’t mind
And everything washes away
The picture plays in so no one knows what’s wrong
We don’t mind, We don’t mind, We don’t mind
Take your time, Take your time, We don’t mind
Pick it up, pull from the ground
Getting up, put in the ground
Give it away
Play on the noun
End on the phrase
Pray ya don’t scrap what your father once found
And everything everything everything everything everything everything everything everything everything washes away
Your father knows
The preacher knows
The clergy knows
And everyone says where ya going
How’d you get back
I would ditch them soon
The pastor knows
The child knows
And everyone keeps callin those
Who’s real with both highs and lows
So get up off your knees when you bow
And the preachers keep talking
But are they ever listening to their god
Stoking that fire with the ambers of liars
You gotta assume
Money money money money money money
Money money keeps counting
Counting all the ways that we sell out our own
Gods
Well when all the days keep slowing down
The years keep going round
And this winter won’t stop with its rain till you frown
I just want to sleep
I just want to sleep till I don’t
I just want to sleep till I don’t
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I got really into this album when I started my first job, which was night shifts. There's something about listening to math rock on repeat that either kills the song, or makes it a part of you. This definitely became a part of me and my late night productivity. anthracite
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Elephant Gym has quickly become one of my favorite bands. They make oh-so-beautiful tunes and for me, exemplify the overlap between math rock and jazz. Johann Theo
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I got to listen to some of these songs live during Origami Angel's tour in 2022, which was a really cool experience. I loved them enough to buy a CD!!! KZDEX
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