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The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret [CD #2] (Queens of the Stone Age) · The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret [CD #1] (Queens of the Stone Age) · Queens of the Stone Age (Queens of the Stone Age) · Queens of the Stone Age (Bad Boys Blue) · Queens of the Stone Age (Bad Boys Blue) · Queens of the Stone Age/Beaver [Split EP] (Queens of the Stone Age) · Queens of the Stone Age (Queens of the Stone Age) · Queens of the Stone Age [Remastered] [Bonus Tracks] (Queens of the Stone Age) · Queens of the Stone Age/Beaver [Split EP] (Queens of the Stone Age) · Queens of the Stone Age (Queens of the Stone Age) – and 90 other albums »


The southern end of the Misty Mountains
Waters of Entwash and Limlight
There it stands, the mighty wood of great age
Hiding secrets from the early
Twist back their lies, personify their needs
The war begins by Satanic decree
If Evil we be, we will our lives...
To mist and midnight skies

(I will
but ingress to its concealed depths was denied me by a partial collapse of the age old edifice's stone ceiling. Excavation is evidently impossible, lest
your art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh 

Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall 
They're the lost
niggaz got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
The live-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art
it's mad clearer
Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us
The live-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound
We on the charts now

From
all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers
And you know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell Queens
dawn

Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I'm
but the ones
distinguished by the most vivid deeds... for I hide a wondrous secret, boy...
a secret some would call a blessing, but which others would
birth 
to man. 
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred 
bastard sons. 
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
don't deserve to live

It's gettin' so goosy where a girl
Can kill her baby the next day by takin' a pill
Breakin' off beat, when they blow the horns
They
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
you've ever believed in 
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers, 
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll 
Against the mutha fuckin
efforts are negated by the passive observers.

*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision