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Pink elephants and robots
Roaming the streets of your hometown
Cowboys on horses and caviar
Trying to make sense of where we are
Hence
I see no light
Vampires and skeletons
Racing shopping carts in the malls
Captains by boat sailing on junk mail
Hoping for some kind words and elegance
Hence
I see no light
Yell
Cry
Hold on
Stop
Listen
Take care now
Don’t ever do that again
No
I forgive
I forgive you
I forgive you
Please
Please forgive me
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"Yelling Yourself to Sleep" lyrics co-written by Jeff Price and Lance Higdon (Last stanza).
The age of innocence is not here
Those that have ears pray
Pray for God to be unfair
Dinosaurs rising in the east
UFOS planting land mines in trees
Better check your backyard
Watch your step
Watch your words, [and watch your back] (Lance)
These are the wounds of decadence
They ask who’s your savior
You tell them your flavor
You tell them how it makes you laugh
If you really cared you’d give
Give them a chance to be born
Give them a chance to live
What kind of dreams change
Change the way I live
Change the way that things are strange
[Following three paragraphs by Lance Higdon then his lyrics overlap with the remainder of Jeff Price's lyrics at the end]
Three nails to crucify His body
Two dice to cast lots for His clothing
One spear to pierce His side
Two streams of divine love and mercy
Two hearts to lead us on to Heaven
Jesus, I trust in You!
Two steams of divine love and mercy
One path to lead us up to Heaven
Jesus, I trust in You!
In You!
[Next two parts spoken-sung simultaneously]
[Jeff Price's part]
People in plastic
Hand in the basket to be fed
Tell me was it something I said
Tell me the future and talk to the dead
The heroes of today
Can’t even stand on their head
I and thou
Me myself and I
We got too much time
But really not enough
[Lance Higdon's part]
Three nails to crucify His Body
Two dice to cast lots for His clothing
One spear to pierce His Side
Three days to resurrect His Body
Two streams of divine love and mercy
Jesus, I trust in You...in You
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Days go past the breaking point
Weeks decelerate
The system and the lack thereof
The system has failed
Don’t you think?
Can’t we try the subsistence?
Knowing full well the cost
Motorcade cabarets lacking nothing
But tell me the dream was real
I want to live there sometimes
In those dreams I dream
Yellow cab colored roses
And a box of something not needed
Does not change the emotion
I have tried
Retried and tried again
Joking was the key
The sense of direction
The question
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Honorable Mention
02:46
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I look at the days of my life
That I trap myself inside all my fears
Stripped down to the bone
My spirit longs for the day
When I will touch His face
The sky surrounds my head
Distinguished among few
And I can't wait to stand beside and see
The glory of all that's to be
And to hear the words
Well done good and faithful son
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Nine Choirs of Angels
08:43
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Be all things to all men
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Tambersauro Houston, Texas
Formed in 2003, Tambersauro is a Houston-based trio. Mike Blackshear plays guitars, Lance Higdon plays drums, cymbals, and operates laptop, and Jeff Price plays bass guitar, keyboards, and provides vocals.
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