1. |
A Ride to the Airport
05:23
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well you got friends of the family
you got friends of the open road
friends of the local library
friends of the Surinam toad
friends that are fair weather
friends that are in need
friends of the court, friends in high places,
friends who watch you bleed
some folks are friends of Bill W.
Dorothy's got friends to spare
buddies and mates, bffs are great
as long as you pretend to care
And my friends, they all say
well we love you anyway
but I know they're lying
yeah I know they're lying
And my friends, they all say
well we love you anyway
but I know they're lying
yeah I know they're lying
I'm not sad about it, no
no I'm not sad about it, no
no I'm not sad about it
living just fine without it
I'm not sad about it, no
no I'm not sad about it, no
no I'm not sad about it
living just fine without it
I know what you are thinking
boy, what an ungrateful shit
of course you're right, so say goodnight
it's fine if you want to quit
I won't be your enemy
I won't make your life hard
I'll never ask you to read my novel
or send you a Christmas card
Everyone should treat everyone
like they're worthy of love
wouldn't need no special designation
if everybody had enough
(more Choruses)
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2. |
When You Least Expect it
07:23
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Not Yet!
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3. |
A Ballad of 4 am
05:53
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Well you don't have to go home
but you can't stay here
said the loyal midwife
to the handsome bombardier
Well he twitched his mustaches
but she just shook her head, no,
the rain has stopped, streets are glistening
and it's time for you to go
And his watch it said 3:30
as the cabs all pulled away
he said I guess I'll just sit a while
and wait for judgment day
And the midwife heard him snoozing
his snores were quite profane
so she dragged him in and shut the door
it's closing time again
She poured herself a tall one
and stood him a whisky quite small
and asked him about his homeland
and was he designed to appall
He said, why's the world alarming?
Why must we all be so brave?
Why in the hell is there cancer,
so gods might weep over your grave?
The gods? She said, are just stars,
and numbers and colors and plants
and music, oh the gods are music
for the gods all want to dance
but the sky it came untuned
the gods were shattered and spent,
when the music stopped, the gods were gone
and no one knows where they went.
Home again, home again, home again go,
back to the fire that burns down below
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4. |
The Diving Bell
09:37
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Time it was the drift and scud was everything
from sense to sensation was my prayer
joy and pain and love and hate the same to me
as long as they were strong as I could bear
And then within the wreckage of another day
shining crystal silence did arise
it pinned me to the floor and it held me there
so I could feel the blood sing in my eyes
And though I still agree with dark Siduri:
fill my belly, dance day and night,
I have learned there is a time to strip off my desires
and hang them up to dry in morning light
And to everything that crawls or flies or swims
I say: I am thee
And to everyone that kills and dies and wastes their precious time
I say, I am thee
To those who claim that love is naught but chemicals
I am you as sure as rain comes from the sky
This partial world is just dream enforced by habit;
what's real is how, in truth, we all must someday fly
And to everything that crawls or flies or swims
I say: I am thee
And to everyone that kills and dies and wastes their precious time
I say, I am thee
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5. |
The Lesson
09:16
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The times they find you standing on a sweaty, stupid hill
staring at a crater that was a town until you killed it
you joined to fight the evil they said was rising from the ground
somewhere past the sunrise, somewhere they can't shout you down
and there's dead horses on your radar and pink mist in your hair
and they're burning tires, they burn it all, as though they just don't care
that somewhere past the sunset, there are babies trying to breathe
babies trying to find momma's arms, babies that still believe
in a world beyond shit blood and rifles, IEDs and clouds of dust
that all we have to do is love each other, all we have to do is trust
it all feels
imaginary
the times they find you sitting on a broken, crusty stool
staring at the glass that's full of beer that stares at you
came home 20 years ago, watched your babies grow and grow
into bigger babies who know all there is to know
and somewhere past the sunrise, out past the golden rule,
there's a crater that's gone missing under condos and a pool
and the rich folks and their money do their lonely, dead-eyed dance
on the bones of all the children you extinguished in a trance
and if those bones could sing, they would sing to us above:
why can't we simply trust each other, why can't we learn to love
it all feels
so secondary
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6. |
This Song is Pear-Shaped
04:52
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I felt like I was ready for the ocean
ship-shape and so sure the storms were done
I went behind a tree, my teeth were floating
came back and the whole damn beach was gone
and I know
sometimes everything goes wrong
and I know
sometimes everything goes wrong
and that's ok
cause I'm gonna get along
because I know
the cradle sings a grave, grave song
I played my hand, 3 aces and some garbage
it was enough to get my bankroll feeling right
fell asleep heating up some beans and weenies
burned down my house and bankroll that very night
chorus
Born into a world of bitter potions
and clouds of noxious people drifting by
I could grouse and guff and sing my troubles
but I've got friends and whisky, I'll get by
chorus
Nanananana
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7. |
The Eyes Have It
08:03
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Through
the door
I saw
you bend
and thought
not him
again
the end
and everybody knows
and everybody sees
that someone like you
should never settle for someone
like me
the light
goes out
the bed
a stone
somewhere
you laugh
I should
have known
and everybody knows
and everybody sees
that someone like you
should never settle for someone
like me
I just can't get away
from myself
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8. |
We Got Ourselves a Case
06:38
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I'd rather be patient zero
than patient negative one
Well all the world's an infection
and we are merely hosts
by the acts of our perception
we gain symptoms, learn to boast,
learn to beg, learn to sing, learn to kill
learn about when to cry,
by the virtue of contagion
afflicted till we die
Despair is the sickness unto death
and love is the sickness unto life
dance is the sickness of becoming more
than you ever thought you might.
I'd rather be patient zero
than patient negative one
Come to me bacterially
come to me through the eye
there's no such thing as quarantine
when the yellow jack flies it's a lie
you can learn to receive all transmissions
you can smile and pretend you're immune
but when everything is a vector
the plague spills down from the moon
I'd rather be patient zero
than patient negative one
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9. |
Better Ask Me Tomorrow
06:42
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This bed is cold and wide as the ocean
and dreams are in the corner, staring at the wall
I know if you and I were a mansion
there'd be broken chains upon the gate and rat shit in the hall
and I know if you and I were a factory
fathers would take their sons to see where grandma went to work
but you and I are nothing like building
cause there is no you and I, there's just me and I'm a jerk
I guess it's true, you can't go home again
home is just a hole with walls where people go pretend
that we love our fellow passengers
on this spaceship flying nowhere, round and round until the end
Now I'm not looking for blame or a reason
we're both as dumb as the rock that stupid stands upon
but you were smart enough to look the door behind you
so I can never leave without remembering that you've gone
and if somehow you and I were a galleon
we could slump beneath the ocean and watch our cannons rust
but you've been gone so long I can't remember
why I can't get through the door, why these walls are all I trust
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My God, it's so strange
how often I feel like I'm running in place
with my hands stuck out
in front of my face
like I'm running in the dark
but I'm not in the dark
the darkness comes later
the darkness comes later
My friend, there you are
spot you floating through markets and bars
till I come close and see
it's not you at all
and the world seems so dark
but it's not really dark
the darkness comes later
the darkness comes later
My love, there can't be
a life without you there beside me
my mind won't allow
what my heart cannot see
can't survive in the dark
but it's not really dark
the darkness comes later
the darkness comes later
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11. |
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This girl child was born
with perfect skin and a broken heart
but she's gonna be okay
she's gonna find a way over
This boy child was born
with gentle eyes and a twisted tongue
but he's gonna be okay
he's gonna find a way over
Ooo, ooo ooo, ooo ooo
We all gonna find a way
Ooo, ooo ooo, ooo ooo
We all gonna find a way
Ooo, ooo ooo, ooo ooo
We all gonna find a way
Even when it seems like we got lost
Even when it seems so goddamn long
Even when it seems like we got lost
Even when it seems that we went wrong
That man there is hungry
he's been hungry all his life
but he's gonna be ok
he's gonna find a way over
That woman there is bitter
she's been bitter all her life
but she's gonna be okay
she's gonna find a way over
Ooo, ooo ooo, ooo ooo
Even when it seems like we got lost
Even when it seems so goddamn long
Even when it seems like we got lost
Even when it seems that we went wrong
We come into a room
full of chatter, full of songs,
and they all say the same thing:
we gotta find a way over
And everyone is certain
that their way is the only way
and though they're all mistaken
they'll all find a way over
Like stepping out of the dark
into soft warm summer light
we're all gonna be ok
we'll find a way over
Ooo, ooo ooo, ooo ooo
Even when it seems like we got lost
Even when it seems so goddamn long
Even when it seems like we got lost
Even when it seems that we went wrong
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12. |
Song for Marc
09:34
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Not Yet!
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13. |
Mister Slappy
05:16
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Everyone knows a big song about love
and everyone knows a sad sad song
that makes them feel not so sad
and you probably never heard this song that I'm singing
you might like it, you might hate it,
I don't care, I'm still glad
Cause la la la la la
It feels good to sing out loud
say shoo bop bop bop ba
but oh what does it mean?
Well la la la la la
means I sure do like living
and shoo bop bop bop ba
means I know that life's a dream
Creatures of a day, what is some one?
What is no one, and for that matter,
what am I, oh what am I?
We all are the dream of a shadow
and every song is like a new sun,
let it shine, oh let it shine!
Chorus la
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Do you remember how it felt to have a secret?
Something that was yours alone and made you smile?
When you could look around at all the ordinary people
and think, I'm nothing like you, my soul's alive.
You might touch the ring of bruises on your ankle
or savor the taste of blood on your tongue
and all those stupid ordinary people
just don't know what it's like to be young
thinking about all the things that we did in the dark
and the taste of your lips, and the marks
all over our skin when finally we came out in the sun, we came out in the sun
Now that we're older, and all is in twilight,
grey faces, in a grey world most forlorn,
these memories seem no longer precious
but as stupid as the people we once scorned
When a love will starve without its secrets
and the light of day makes it all go wrong
it means our love was simply ordinary
and we were just like other people all along
thinking about all the things that we did in the dark
and the taste of your lips, and the marks
all over our skin when we came out in the sun, we came out in the sun
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15. |
Nichomachian Ethics
06:24
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How are you happy
How are you happy
How are you happy
With the world the way it is?
How can you be happy?
With the world the way it is?
Because I'm still breathing
and it's a fucking lovely day
no, really
How are you happy
with the world the way it is?
Cause I got my people with me
to help me find the way
And I'm not afraid to fight now
and it's a fucking lovely day
Well if you're not happy
(everyone stop)
Help is on the way
Until death joins us together, let love hold us apart
the soul knows the way like the source of a river
holds oceans in its heart
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When demon rum met devil whiskey way down in my gut
they lit cigars with dynamite and bathed themselves in smut
they set up house, then knocked it down, then set it up again
then burned the damn thing to the ground and danced around and sang:
Thank you for inviting us, thanks and thanks again,
some folks truly hate us, and others we call friends,
but we love you best of all, and no, that's not just noise,
you think we say that kind of thing to all the thirsty boys?
I called on madam reefer to soothe and make them sleep
but as soon as she arrived, they both began to weep:
oh lovely lovely lovely sweet old sister where have you been
I think I'm growing dizzy, come and lay with us again!
Chorus
Morning came and demon rum was nowhere to be seen
nor was devil whiskey, but I could sure smell where they'd been:
up and down my body, from throat to toes they'd wracked
and they left my head a shambles, so I begged them to come back
Chorus
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17. |
Backfire
06:10
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The man at the door says he can offer us more
channels than we've been getting
and I feel bad for the guy, he's not really spry
and it's so hot his eyeballs are sweating
but this is the way it's gonna be from this day
forward into the future
bad jobs, bad weather, we'll all go together
though metanoia will get you there sooner
nothing can go back to normal
cause normal is way over there
change is the constant, change is the measure
the center is everywhere
in the backfire
the backfire
in the backfire
the backfire
time's out of joint, there's really no point,
if the Ding an Sich es verboten,
but maybe it's not such a Gordian knot
if we are the sea the world floats in--
that won't help the guy who's trying to get by
pitching me cable TV;
I tell him: philosophy's fine, but so is cheap wine,
so let's get drunk under that tree.
chorus
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You seem vaguely Chinese,
half-drunk
and full of sympathy
for the lost and lonely losers
who spend hours at the gym
so they might seem more fuckable
than before they went in--
You seem almost asleep,
hard-pressed
to argue or cheer
or raise your fists to the sky
unless it's fist raising time
and the pictures all need
more representations
of half-awake deeds--
and no one wants to be cold or hungry
and no one wants to be lonely or dead
but I promise that worse things can happen
and I'm sorry I'm not you instead
You seem eager to please
unaccustomed
to graft, greed, or sleaze
or the perfect stupid faces
that come in all flavors
to smile like the sun
going down on someone
who's right behind you.
and no one wants to be cold or hungry
and no one wants to be lonely or dead
but I promise that worse things can happen
and I'm sorry for all that I said.
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I don't know where he got all the eyes,
he had two perfectly fine ones of his own
and a hundred more made of glass
and crystal and wood and stone.
He kept them in soft-boiled egg cups
on a bookcase beside the tv,
and if you asked, he'd make up a story for each one,
and you can tell he spent a lot of time polishing them.
She was a dental technician
who used to be a waitress
and she didn't care about teeth or tongues
or bad breath or waking up early
or getting a flat tire, well, not very much,
but sometimes, for no reason, she would cry
and when she did, she liked to hold
a small cold stone in her hand...
so her house was filled with stones
and his house was filled with eyes,
and when they fell in love, the whole town rattled--
and the eyes watched the stones,
and the stones watched the eyes,
and the bedsprings sang, and all their bad dreams shattered....
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20. |
Dental Record Shimmy
09:03
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Pile your gold pile your diamonds
stack your coins and pile your notes
pile all your wicked dividends
pile your houses, pile your boats
pile your teeth, pile your fingers,
stack your bones up to the sky
pile your dreams like so much laundry
then sit and wait around die
you can tell yourself you've built something
that will last beyond your breath
but once you dead, you done, my friend,
time's a thief, but there's nothing left
Just one thing that I know
can't take it with you when you go-o-o
Make friends of all the injured
make love, and never make war,
make all of our burdens lighter
make all of our hearts feel secure
Make the crying man feel better
make the laughing girl feel strong
make sure the puppy has a blanket
teach the children to sing all night long
you can tell yourself you've built something
that will last beyond your breath
but once you dead, you done, my friend,
time's a thief, but there's nothing left
Just one thing that I know
can't take it with you when you go-o-o
Perhaps you'll be reborn a tailor
or a dust mite, or an eagle, or a snipe,
but the only part you'll remember
is there's nothing to remember, good night.
and you can think you got it all sorted
that living is only to die
and everyone else is just stupid
moaning and wondering why
you might think that every decision
means nothing more than the last
proclaim yourself existential
and then, when the end comes at last
you can tell yourself you know something
but what you know is really a void
cause once you dead, you done, my friend,
and even the thief is destroyed
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21. |
Sparkle
05:33
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this car sure rumbles this car sure rattles
this car will get me there, or so I pray
I'm not so sure it even matters
this job won't last too long anyway
but I gotta keep pushing, gotta keep driving
so much business I got to be minding
nothing worse than being all alone
except for being alone with everyone else
trade my back for a roof and four walls
where rats and roaches ring liberty bells
but I gotta keep pushing, gotta keep trying
so much business I got to be minding
On my way back home I saw a crow
Staring at a drunken puking girl
Cocked his head as if to ask me why
I wish I knew, it's just our way
sometimes, despite all the shit, this world sparkles
sometimes, despite all the shit, this world has grace
sometimes, despite all the shit, this living is remarkable
though most of it is just empty space
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22. |
The Four Top
03:54
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every time I find myself ready to be alone
I find myself in a corner, gnawing on a bone
calling friends I don't like to see who's going out
let's go laugh and eat a salad, drink and cry and shout
Beast, god,
truth, fraud,
I'm lost again
Smile, nod,
cry, applaud,
oh I'm back again....
I'm the one at the corner of the four top, making five
screaming with the jukebox so you'll know that I'm alive
we'll be friends forever, at least until we're not
breaking up is so much fun, I hate you, I forgot
Beast, god,
truth, fraud,
I'm lost again
Smile, nod,
cry, applaud,
oh I'm back again....
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23. |
Fetch the Demiurge!
05:13
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Well the devils sneak in through a hole your head
and build themselves a cloister in which to pray
but devils are only devils if they're willing and able
otherwise, they're just worms who lost their way
So let the worms crawl in, let the worms crawl out
it's not your body anyway
pry open your hole, try to catch you a devil
make your head a home so they'll stay
Whoa, when the world wants to break you,
whoa, when your life all seems a lie
whoa, remember, god can't forsake you
whoa, if he doesn't know your alive
sometimes mice make it through the field to the barn
and sometimes, the owl comes out ahead
but it's always the worm that wants to rule the world
while the devil's happy staying home in bed
An empty room, a broken table
a fruitless crooked tree where no birds sing
tis better to be useless than to be wanted
only then can your devils take to wing..
No praise
No blame
Nothing but time....
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24. |
Nappy and Friends
05:36
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While Napoleon sipped on his brandy
Socrates went out for a think
he came back and said
such a pain in my head
I need something herbal to drink
you worry too much my dear Grecian
the emperor farted and said
the brain full of fire
is bound to expire
why rush things? Have brandy instead.
but Socrates' brain it was screaming
the world that he'd seen, a disgrace
he said, I'll be ready
once my hands can hold steady
to this cup and its rough ready taste
The world's a rock upon which the heart
Crashes like ocean waves
Then flows back to the cold blind deep
Until the rock beckons again
oh please do stop your complaining
the General said to his friend
I've not heard such whining
since John-boy was pining
for all of god's kingdom to end
you'll not stop me, I'm clever, more clever
than Plato, and he was my Dad
I'm coming to join you
and probably annoy you
and if you're not there, well, I won't be mad
there's no one waiting for us
there's no world out past the sun
and all that is certain
is this one in hurtin'
and once you are dead, well you are done
The world's a rock upon which the heart
crashes like ocean waves
then flows back to the cold blind deep
until the rock beckons again
it can't be, it can't be, both of them cried,
you radiant Nepalese louse
death is no answer
by blade or by cancer
and how did you get in our house?
I came in through the front door
heard your argument out on the street
and I never once said
you'd be better off dead
but who wants to be stuck on repeat?
there's no other place waiting for us
there's no world out past the sun
and all that is certain
is this one in hurtin'
and once you are dead, well, you're done
The world's a rock upon which the heart
Crashes like ocean waves
Then flows back to the cold blind deep
Until the rock beckons again
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25. |
Your Social Life
08:40
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Not yet!
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26. |
Better Left Unsaid
05:34
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It's cold up on the rooftop waiting for the sun to show her head,
but when it does I'll know that yesterday is really truly dead--
and then I'll come find you and we'll dance, oh how we'll dance,
in the middle of the street in the rain I don't care I don't care I don't care--
The city sleeps like a dog, one ear open, breathing slow,
and somewhere a policeman's waiting for me to tell him what I know--
and then I'll come find you and we'll dance, oh how we'll dance,
in the middle of the street in the rain I don't care I don't care I don't care--
no time
no time
no time to tell you what?
That I wish I hadn't run
when the shit really got tough?
But I'm not sorry,
I don't feel bad,
and I don't want to talk
about all the good times we had.
some things are better left unsaid
sometimes words are better off
locked up tight inside your head
some things are better left unsaid
some words can freeze your tongue,
and some can make the whole world red--
I can hear the feet on the stairs, the fire door banging on brick
and someone is shouting, but I'm tired of thinking quick--
I should just take the fifth, do Buck Rogers time, say my prayers;
would you be waiting for me? I don't care, I don't care I don't care--
Or I could just tell the truth, I'd come visit you inside
even hold your hand while you go on the stainless steel ride
damn, we sure did dance, all the faces turned to stare,
now I'm dancing on my own, over the ledge, out into the air—-
no time
no time
no time to tell you what?
That I wish I hadn't run
when the shit really got tough?
But I'm not sorry,
I don't feel bad,
and I don't want to talk
about all the good times we had.
some things are better left unsaid
sometimes words are better off
locked up tight inside your head
some things are better left unsaid
some words can freeze your tongue,
and some can make the whole world red--
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Well the Cliffs of Mohr
are a place I've never been to before
and that's an obvious rhyme
but I don't have the time
to think of something more clever
since you've gone to wherever
it is when you go, and I have to pack
so when you get back
I can say the story's finally over
And I think I just might beat you
all the way to Machu Picchu
where I'll climb in the sky
and the stars will all cry
because I'm so stupid and silly
that I've gilded a lily
but my memory is shot to hell
which us really just as well
now that the story's finally over
there's no sequel, there's no prequel,
and the only thing that's equal
about it is both of us lost--
there's no lesson, and I'm guessin'
I don't have your blessing
but I always keep my fingers crossed
I know it costs quite a lot
to get all the way to Angkor Wat
but I've got time and no money
and everything just seems funny
so I'm laughing way too hard
as the Gendarme stamps my card
and I get lost in Vishnu's shack
it doesn't matter if I ever come back
because the story's finally over...
there's no sequel, there's no prequel,
and the only thing that's equal
about it is both of us lost--
there's no lesson, and I'm guessin'
I don't have your blessing
but I always keep my fingers crossed
Happily never after
oh hell, it's just as well
cross your fingers, touch wood,
go find a new story to tell
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The roadside clowns they come and go
the reptiles take their turn
but there's only so much money here
only so many people to burn
even our spirit is paper money
up in a spark and then gone
despite all the efforts to lard it
with the grease of the ghost of the con
that brought us here and made us click
with people that just aren't right
then left us all on the tarmac
while the storms blew in with the night
and there's no one left to make you nervous,
no one left to make you cry
and that's why we sing, that's why we dance,
and that's why we say goodbye
Time is the train
time is the track
time is the lonely whistle
the siren calling us back.
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My love came dancing through the light
The silver morning on her feet
And she kissed me one last time upon my head
Then disappeared into the street
I waited for her in the dark
I waited for her like a fool
I watched all the explosions in the sky
And I saw what I had to do
And ever since then, I’ve been wandering
Always lost, never free,
No home or heart to shelter me
Past the food stalls and the bars
Past the slaughters and the grails
Past the moon and the sun and all the mute stars
Through a lonely comet’s tail
I grew cold and so alone
Out beyond all time and space
Then saw a flash like a spinning fish
I caught a glimpse of her face
And ever since then, I’ve been wandering
Always lost, never free,
No home or heart to shelter me
Where is the horse, where is the rider?
Where are the seats at the feast?
I will forgive whoever stole my love away
And only then I’ll be released
Only then will I ever stop my wandering
Always lost, never free,
No home or heart to shelter me
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30. |
Plagues, What?
04:23
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The frogs rained down from heaven
like words shook loose from a book
their bodies circled the sewers
even the blood moon seemed spooked
a plague like what's in the bible
had come to the town of no tears
and the mayor got 6000 phone calls
and the minister aged 20 years
The scientists came and they measured
and they squinted their eyes at the clouds
then they piled in their van and they left us
confused about what was allowed:
everything looks so much different
my neighbors they all seem strange
the love that once slept beside me
now wanders, her dreams deranged
so I say, Hey, what are we supposed to do now?
so I say, Hey-- if this is the end, I don't wanna know, gonna miss all my favorite shows
well the banker said we should make money
set up a tourist stand, sell plastic frogs
the crew at the bar thought it was funny
that we'd all die in the street like dogs
it had appeared the end times were upon us
then it appeared that life just went on
everyone remembered the impossible thing
but everyone remembered it wrong
one scientist came back three years later
and poked at the ground with a rod
he went to the bar and he never came out
now he lives in the back room with god
everything looks just it like it used to
my neighbors smile and look unconcerned
the love that once slept beside me
went on down the highway, never returned
so I say, Hey, what am I supposed to do now?
so I say, Hey-- if miracles are yesterdays' news, kick up your heel and break out the booze
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31. |
Your Own Stupid Heart
04:39
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Sometimes it's hard to remember
and even harder to ignore
that the way the world works now
are not the way it worked before
that doesn't mean the good old days
were good, it just means you're old
doesn't matter what age you are
the world can be dark and cold
the cloud of voices chatters on
about things we all shoulda did
rather hear those nails on a chalkboard
than closing my coffin lid
I'm not the man I used to be
thank god, that guy was a jerk
names' the same, but I'm more deranged
cause now that's just how the world works
My advice is mostly useless
but it's all I've got to give:
don't spend so much time living
that you forget to live
I've known my share of con-men
hell, I've conned a few folks myself
I've known saints with milk white-hair
who walked on the roofs of hell
I've lost myself in thirsty canyons
I've lost myself in silly rhymes
I lost my love, then found her again,
we're having a real good time
When the hounds of love come howling
better throw'em more than a bone
cause without their constant gnawing
your sky's gonna fill up with stones
Buy yourself a big bag of salt
you'll need more than a grain, you see,
and make sure you listen to your own stupid heart
before you listen to people like me
My advice is mostly useless
but it's all I've got to give:
don't spend so much time living
that you forget to live
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32. |
Don't Kid the Kid
04:59
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Heard you had yourself a hell of a time
couldn't get it together to the pay the note on that sweet ride
so you're hoofin' it, yeah, you got your thumb out,
the bus driver knows all of your names
seems like nobody nowhere is hiring
and you're running out of folks to blame
feels like it ain't even worth trying to get by--
but I gotta ask: motherfucker, how did you get so high?
Who you trying to kid, kid?
Everybody out here knows what you did
they know what you did they know what you do,
Gonna make sure you get what's coming to you
Son, what the hell you doing in that tree?
Is that the bath salts boogie or some flakka skibidi?
You're gonna wanna get those clothes on
before mama comes around the corner with a switch
you know she'll just love you even more
once you're really truly everybody's bitch
For now, though, mama's just trying to get by--
but even mama got to ask, son, how did you get so high?
Chorus
Another night of mac n cheese and no goddamn milk
and there's people in the world eating gold and wiping their asses with silk
want a taste? Hey? Want some glamour?
Want some jewels to bedazzle your cock?
Hate the player hate the game, they're both the same
once they outline your body with chalk.
And we'll bury you and then we'll try to just get by,
and everyone will ask the same question: how did he get so high?
Chorus
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33. |
Song of the Third Kind
07:32
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There's nothing strange in the weather
we didn't put there together
there's no scene in this screenplay
we didn't write
and when the animals they come crying
for a cool, light place to die in
we're the only animal
can steer them right
hope once had feathers
and now she just says “never,”
and hope is not a thing
we want to fight
but lord, why are we fighting?
And then, why are we writing
the winner's names in blood
by firelight?
if the birds stopped flying south
it still wouldn't shut the mouth
of the beast that whispers
it's gonna be alright
and we've talked and we've talked
and we've said so many words
but we have to keep on talking
for the sake of dreams deferred
and we'll talk and we'll talk
and say things we don't believe
but we have to keep on talking
until there's nothing left to grieve
I'm sure my makeup looks a mess
and I'm sure that you could guess
what it was the made me
look like such a clown
Not a storm, not a mugger,
not an over-agressive hugger,
just a series of bad choices
and one meltdown
And I could tidy myself up,
grab a shower, grab a cup,
make myself presentable,
head downtown
but the sky is pocked and creaks
like a ship that's mostly leaks
and the crew is only praying
it runs aground
so why bother getting gussied?
I've never been too fussy
but if it makes you smile
I'll dress for going down
and we've talked and we've talked
and we've said so many words
but we have to keep on talking
for the sake of dreams deferred
and we'll talk and we'll talk
and say things we don't believe
but we have to keep on talking
until there's nothing left to grieve
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Henrietta Toughlove Western, New York
We make pop music that is messy, prickly, weirdly mixed, and free for anyone that wants it.
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