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War Cry
02:13
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Venatur
Venatur
Venatur
Venatur
I am a Tiger
Mine is a legacy of fire and blood
Fire like the flames of the River Phlegethon
Fire of our hearts, burning like incineration
Blood of those we swore we would never Look Back at
And yet we feel our heads turning
I am a Tiger
My team is my shield
I will fear no umpire,
And when I swing my bat, I swing for glory
And when I run, I run with ghosts at my back
And I will bring them to bear
I am a Tiger
One Stripe of the Many
And no one will wrest that title from me,
Not in life or otherwise
And when that time comes,
And the cruel gods surround me
Do not mourn me
Because Tigers do not die
So though Look Back I may
I forever will move forward
Now in Violence name I shout
TIGRIS VENATUR!
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Now That You're Gone
03:15
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SCHNEIDER BENDIE:
They say you’re in a better place now
Like there’s a better place than New York City
At least I hope you’re getting rest now
‘Cuz over here I don’t sleep at all
Now that you’re gone there’s less room in the apartment
‘Cuz none of us will clear your stuff
Maybe I stole your diary
Don’t think I’ll read it though
Just having it is enough
Oh captain
ANDREW SOLIS:
I know you’re in a better place now
No one can hurt you out of New York City
You deserve to get some rest now
Though I’ll admit, it’s hard to sleep alone
Now that you’re gone there’s less room in the apartment
‘Cuz none of us will clear your stuff
Maybe I took your sweatshirt
Don’t think I’ll wear it though
Just having it is enough
Oh captain
PATTY FOX:
Dom I’m worried for this team
Things aren’t as good as they seem
We’ve got stars but we’ve lost steam since we lost you
Bendie pitched, I tried to bat!
But even then we still fell flat
What will it take to see this through?
Now that you're gone there’s less room in the apartment
‘Cuz none of us will clear your stuff
Maybe I grabbed your pot
Don’t think I’ll try it though
Just having it is enough
Oh captain
EVERYONE:
Now that you’re gone there’s less room in the apartment
The walls are feeling extra thin
They say that the captain goes down with his ship
This time the ship’s going down with him
Oh captain
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the kansas city breath mints team
is hard to describe
the game they play is quite bizarre
and no one knows their vibes
some say Marco Stink likes seeds
or Lenny Spruce is a tree
maybe Rod wears cat ears
and Oscar has a degree (in teeth)
Helga's truck is in a ditch
and Hewitt likes to eat the rich
but there's one thing that
always stays the same
they failed the bar
that's just who they are
they failed the bar
with the lowest score by far
none of them can practice law
they'll never see a day in court
'cause the Breath Mints team
collectively failed the bar
(seriously, what are they doing?)
Twooney pitches from the moon
or somewhere deep in space
Grey went off to miming school
and learned to steal third base
Leach lives in a parking lot
of an abandoned corner store
drinks expired Red Bull
from the floor
they stole the test from a college class
sat criss-cross on the meadow grass
Betmint checked the scores
then he stood up to announce
they failed the bar
thought they'd do just fine
but they failed the bar
multiple times
none of them can practice law
they'll never see a day in court
'cause the Breath Mints team
collectively failed the bar
"wait, hold on, this makes no sense, the entire team?"
"yes, the entire team failed the bar exam."
"even Jessica Telephone?"
"that's complicated, but yes! even Jessica Telephone.
look, in order to play on the team, you have to fail the bar exam.
and if you don't understand that at this point
I don't know what else to tell you."
they failed the bar
that's just who they are
they failed the bar
with the lowest score by far
none of them can practice law
they'll never see a day in court
'cause the Breath Mints team
collectively failed the bar
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4. |
Don't Quit
03:39
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Wyatt Quitter (Mason) (x12)
Wyatt Quitter (Mason) (x10)
Wyatt Quitter (x15)
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Echoing
03:08
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What is this I feel?
I'm here in the outfield
Do they think I've been destroyed?
Am I just paranoid?
Fading away...
Am I fading away?
Or do they hear me
(Chorus)
Echoing echoing echoing
Is anyone receiving receiving receiving me?
Please don't quit on me quit on me quit on me
'Cause if there's anything anything anything
A quitter wouldn't do
It's quit on you
I won't lose my voice
It's never been my choice
I'll keep running toward home base
Until I finish the race
But it's drifting away...
Am I just drifting away?
Can you hear me
(Chorus, except...)
A quitter wouldn't do
It's quit...
Am I alone here?
There static's unclear
Is that One? Or Max? Or NaN?
I'll get us all out if I can
Quitter don't quit...
Quitter don't quit!
Can you
Here me echoing echoing echoing?
Is anyone receiving receiving receiving me? (x2)
Here me echoing echoing echoing?
Is anyone receiving receiving receiving me?
Please don't quit on me quit on me quit on me
I'll keep reaching out reaching out reaching out
I won't give into doubt into doubt into doubt
I will lift high, lift good, lift up Until you hear me shout
This noise won't beat me I won't quit on me
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OUR KICKS!
03:28
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Step up to the plate
Kick the dirt from your cleats, gonna go great
Gonna hit it to the crowd, gonna roar so loud when the blaseball gods incinerate
Penguin in a mech throws a mild one
Pop fly to the left and you start to run
Start to think, maybe it'll be an easy double,
But your bare feet touch ground, and you're in trouble
Time slows to a craaawl
Coach always said, keep your eye on the ball
But ya coach never had to fuck with the Shoe Thieves
Throw 'em in the pile, whose kicks are these?
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
You got the charges but you’ll never make it stick
Got your kicks snatched by the sly men
You glance around the dugout and the diamond
Your whole entire team's barefoot, time's runnin' out
And it's paramount you find them
Suddenly your pitcher's in a peanut shell
Now you know this game isn't going well
When a giant squid god descends from high in the sky to open up another hell
Right around this time you're feelin' sick
But ya better bet - these thieves are thick
Poppin' up from the mound, tossin' up and down
Eight giant mothafuckin' cephalo-kicks!
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
You got the charges but you’ll never make it stick
The birds settle and the dust clears
Crowd heads home for another year
You look to the board and the score isn't nearly as bad as a younger You might've feared
Twenty-eight runs that your team made
One for each shoe lost, seems a fair trade
See the Thieves pack up as the ball park lights start to spark and flicker and fade
"Thieves Lose" from the loudspeaker
More a blowout, than a real squeaker
You ask, and they shrug, hold a big bag up,
"We were only ever really in it for the sneakers"
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
WHOSE KICKS?
(OUR KICKS)
You got the charges but you’ll never make it stick
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpapqEeb36k
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8. |
Burnt Silk
03:50
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Awake
Not quite over it yet
Feel my crushing debt
How am I alive
Home
Where is my home
And where is my phone
I need to tell them I’m alright
And why
Do my hands smell of smoke
And my bat make of fire
What is this desire
And oh
I’m just a kid
In over his head
Far away from my bed
What
Is this new blood inside
Who am I sitting beside
Is this some sort of joke
I hope
Hope that I find
Some way to subside
All the debt inside
And oh
I’m just a kid
In over his head
Far away from my bed
And why
Why did I not die
Who brought me back to this side
To bring crimson tides
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Precognition/Magmatic
06:04
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[Rogue Umpire tried to incinerate Hellmouth Sunbeams hitter Nagomi Nava, but Nagomi Nava ate the flame! They became magmatic!]
In the quiet darkness of this place,
a call to those who left;
reverberating through uncaring space,
a prayer to the dead
"Please tell me how I can trust again,
with no one left?
Please tell me how I can bat again,
how can I not break?"
And now I find myself before
the blaze which took their breaths
And now I know I must see this end
With me, out goes the flame
Now the fear has frozen me in place
is this the end?
Now, a whisper: I soon will, again,
see my friends
I feel control break and slip away,
another wakes
I feel the wrath and rage of one
I knew as a friend
I know I can't resist but still
cry out against the shade
I know I don't have the power of will
to stay here and not fade
So this is how it ends
There won't be songs sung about today
No trophies, no medals amid the grey
just me alone with the weight
To dry, blood needs air
So I'll learn to breathe again
but never be the same
[they became magmatic!]
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10. |
Cold Flame
07:44
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Sometimes, I feel like a spectator in my own life
Just waiting for a familiar voice to call strike
I watch myself step up to the plate and swing away
You said through it all that you would always love me
You'd do anything for any version of me
But even then I could feel myself falling away
And you must have been so lonely on those cold nights
Lying next to me awake in that cold light
Wondering about the one you loved before
And I need you to believe I really did try
But every day's a hollow echo of another life
That still has a hold on me even as you hold my hand in yours
And I like to think we're still staring at the same sun
But you and I both know we're thinking of a different one
Some nights I wake and swear I feel the lingering warmth of you
As though you'd only just stepped out into another room
I hear my own voice echo in the hall
Some days the sunlight never quite cuts through the crawling clouds
And I can't help but to feel like I'm haunting my own house
Someone else's memories framed on the wall
But oh, drifting on the wind I hear our favorite song
And I smile though I might be remembering it wrong
How you would always catch me humming under my breath
And I know all too well what it feels like to be pulled apart
Tugged in two directions, trying to follow your heart
Can you still feel me even now, one thousand thirteen miles out to the northwest?
Because I like to think we're still staring at the same sun
Even though I know you're thinking of a different one
It was everyone's eyes on the way it was going
And the look in your eyes like you didn't know me
I was meant to hold your heart
Felt it break in my hands
No lightning strike can put this back just right
I want to hold you close but I.. can't
Some games I'm frozen by the weight of my own doubt
I watch the pitch sail past as I strike out
Was it even worth trying, in the end?
Still when I see my own reflection in the broken glass
of a boarded up cafe just off the beaten path
I think I catch a glimpse of what you saw in them
So if you are listening somewhere distant through the wires and waves
If thoughts could travel on the wind that carried you away
And fill the space we left between our unsaid words
If I could speak through all the desert dust that's on my tongue
If I could reignite the embers glowing in my lungs
Compared to days I couldn't touch, it would never be as much as you deserved
Even though I know we're thinking of a different one,
I still like to think we're staring at the same sun
And even if I cannot be the one you're thinking of
I hope you know that you were always enough
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