1. |
The Last Time
03:23
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When the cases are empty
And the smoke crawls in under the door
When the leather chairs have cooled down
And the fruit is reduced to a core
I'll let myself get caught in a hurricane
I'll poke it in the I
Was a sailor on a passing ship
That floated by the window
Was cracked by a girl with a rock in her
Handle the case like a sleuth in a suit who says
This is the last time
That i'll ever do this for you
This is the last time
That you'll ever see me
This is the last time
I'll ever need service from you
This is the last time
That you'll ever see me
When the dresses are wrinkled
And the business party has closed itself down
When the suits are too sweaty
And the tile is too thin
The merchandise flirts
A portrait that's grim
i'll let myself get pushed down the stairs
But i won't get
Hurtful was the time
I found a run in my hose
My caffeinated secretary holds up the phone
In a way that makes me think twice
But i say
This is the last time
That i'll ever do this for you
This is the last time
That you'll ever see me
This is the last time
I'll ever need service from you
This is the last time
You'll paint my life carbon blue
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2. |
Shade
02:34
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Shade is grey
Walk a way
Underneath the feet of all the ancient gears are
Sour circles in an orbit of the last
Place we were badgered
That doesn't matter
Sitting on the mattress
Sitting on the chair
The difference is not there
We laugh at people in the cages and the cars
'cause they're not really there
In the far reaches of the moon
Reaches of the hand
What does it matter?
Silently
Why don't we
Try to see
What we are
Listen to the moon
Listen to the voice
What are we made of?
Batteries and nails
I don't think i want to be
In the shade to day
Walk a way
In the far
Reaches of the moon
Reaches of the hand
What does it matter?
Silently
Why don't we
Try to see
What we are?
Listen to the moon
Listen to the voice
What are we made of?
Batteries and nails
I don't think i want to be
In the shade to day
Walk a way
In the shade is great
Turn a way
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3. |
American Standard
04:42
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Oh drive
Rescue me
From muscle war
Efficient score
I've tried
To keep this quiet
But now the deal
Is looking stale
Fifty keys i've tried in your lock
Fifty bells i've sounded in your
Name of fury name of style
Attention to the rule
A curse
Rules our nation
Guides our families
Kills our chance to
Fight the habits
Break the trends
Smother out the act
Sixty years from now they're going to
Hate us
And blame us for
Everything we've cracked the chamber
Cracked the fence
In septic lies of greed
Oh drive
Rescue me
From muscle war
Efficient score
I've tried
To keep this quiet
But now the deal
Is looking stale
Fifty keys i've tried in your lock
Fifty bells i've sounded in your
Name of fury name of style
Attention to the rule
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4. |
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Tea time
At the gorilla club
The butterflies all whisper
Hello
I'm going to sit down now
The violence is too much to take
And we've taken it far too long
If the bruise is never questioned
And the water turns to sand
The only choice is set the snare and
Cut
Off
His
Hand
It's time
We lowered
The standard
I dont
Care
How
Long
This-has
Gone
On
It's
Wrong
Cover your legs now
Your kneecaps are smiling like
Pigs in a think-tank
And I'm trying not to laugh
Disciples of the lawn
Will lift your chin up to the sky and I
Burn my tongue on the cup
When the circle gathers
The ruffled fur will reveal
Bits of hate and slander
The rest of O will withhold
Tea time
At the gorilla club
The butterflies all whisper
Hello
I'm going to sit down now
The violence is too much to take
And we've taken it far too long
If the bruise is never questioned
And the water turns to sand
The only choice is set the snare and
Cut
Off
His
Hand
When the circle gathers
The ruffled fur will reveal
Bits of hate and slander
The rest of O will withhold
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5. |
Begin the Turn
02:38
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So close we came
A lot like Mr. Still Life
Here we go
It doesn't have to be true
There she is
The colors move much faster than
We ever could've guessed
The system is not pure
You will find
That one more is never too much
I can see, that this is going nowhere
Follow here, the cars are tipped much further
Than we ever could have guessed
I am not wrong
I said get out
The carpet must be cut
One more swim
The lives are all the same
I feel your hands
Keeping me from falling to the
Bottom of the sea
Something must be done
I have a secret
But where else
Will i go
I tear the sheet
But never will i lie
Come inside
The planks are getting shorter
As the pirates pull you in
There's nothing left to say
Begin the turn before we reach it
Allow the tea, time to steep
Reach out and push these books of desperation
There's more to life than give and take
Begin the turn before we reach it
Allow the tea, time to steep
Reach out and push these books of desperation
There's more to life than give and take
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6. |
7 Fingered Woman
04:07
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Seven fingered woman
Defender of the cabinet
Comes around the ice-bend
Holding up the sky
I was a sailor
Who never came to port
Never ate a seagull
I could swallow up the sea
Is it too much to ask for
Needle and thread
Should've sent me more
Should've sent me more
Too much anger
Too much hate
I hate the way things change
Seven fingered woman
Tennis ball in hand
Visits the shoemaker
To bronze her new-found hat
Never stopped to wonder
Never stopped to think
Comes around the ice-bend
Holding down the ground
Is it too much to ask for
(mystery line)
Should've sent me more
Should've sent me more
Too much anger
Too much hate
I hate the way things change
But is it too much to ask for
(mystery line)
Should've sent me more
Should've sent me more
Too much anger
Too much hate
I hate the way things change
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7. |
Crowded World
04:31
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I know
The secrets of the world
Are probably hidden in someone's pocket
Trying to find a pathway out
Something more to talk about
Meal-time never comes fast enough
When you're walking a beam on a mile-high building
Trade your lunch for something bigger
Don't lose your step
Fall through the ceiling
But it's all I can do
To bite my lip
And keep from saying what's really on my mind
I've walked a thousand steps in every direction
But my own
My feet no longer know where I have been
My world is crowded
My path has grown over
My fan will not cool me for long
But it's all I can do to pinch myself
And swallow up all those words
That I never meant to say
But it's all I can do
To keep myself from going blind
In someone else's path
In someone else's light
But this opportunity
Only came once in my life
I found myself with you
But it's all I can do
To keep myself from going blind
In someone else's path
In someone else's life
In someone else's shoes
In someone else's time
I tore it down in piles
Around my feet around
I tore it down in piles around
And I found myself with you
Found myself with you
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8. |
The Romans are Dancing
03:01
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I dropped into a manhole
On the east side of the tracks
I would've climbed back out but
My shoulderbone was cracked
Just yesterday I bought a vinyl billfold
The leather one gave me a rash
I would've bought my way to the surface
But I hadn't any cash
I ran a semi-circle 'bout ten thousand miles round
Through the sewer pipe
The distance was too far
Something was wrong
My voice was tired
I reached the end
I saw how far I ran
Singing songs of Grecian tragedy
The Romans were dancing
I sat down, on the ground
In front of me was signpost paved with cobblestones
And ancient hungry folklore
Breadcrust on the dancefloor
Breadcrust on the walls
Who invented breadcrust
The Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
The Romans danced in grapefruit pants with the mango heat
in calloused feet
The laudry man made a terrible mistake
The bins were confused
The laundry man confesses
Now the Romans
Wear their curtains
For their dresses
I sat down, on the ground
In front of me was signpost paved with cobblestones
And ancient hungry folklore
Breadcrust on the dancefloor
Breadcrust on the walls
Who invented breadcrust
The Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
The Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
The Romans were dancing
Romans were dancing
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9. |
Spiceman
04:36
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I suppose I'll let this one slide
The blades of grass are flattened in the wind
The clapboards on the barn will sing a windy rhythm
Smokepipes will whistle when the jury coach appears
I suppose it's not that bad
The regal ones
Pitchfork in the hayloft was
An overgrown relief it was
A puddle of rainwater at your feet
Whistle when the jury coach appears
Oh the hopman, is the man of the valley
Sage crown, cayenne lips, basil eyes of grey
Burlap waistsack, shoe, he never fails
Corn-stalk legs, are knocking in the wind
A wall of purple evening spreads it's way across the land
Smiles as the first stars come out
Every burning cinder from the fire slips away up
Up every spark
I suppose it's time to close up
The wagon comes to take the new boy home
He shuffles throught the flour bags, and straightens out the cans
He carries in the last bucketful of sky
I tied the yellow awning down, a half an hour or so ago
The valley wind would tear it from the store
The wagon wheels would roll along the wheelruts filled with moonlight
On the way, a stone was split in two
Oh the hopman, chews the caraway
Cilantro is stuck between his teeth
In his little sack he holds his tarragon heart
The marigolds are flattened in the wind
Oh the hopman, is the man of the valley
Sage crown, cayenne lips, basil eyes of grey
Burlap waistsack, shoe, he never fails
Corn-stalk legs, are knocking in the wind
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10. |
Crayons
04:30
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I didn't come here to share my story
I didn't come here to breathe your smoke
I didn't come here to hear about your pain
Or the prospects of hope
Your whispering ancestors spoke
I didn't come here to paint your sky
In colors no one's ever heard of
I have come to claim my prize
I have come to prove you wrong
I have come to claim my prize
I have come
I didn't cross that bridge to see you
And I never wanted to be your sleeping pill
I never wanted to be your father
Or your brother
Or the man who mends the sole of your soul
I didn't come here to paint your sky
In colors no one's ever heard of
I have come to claim my prize
I have come to prove you wrong
I have come to claim my prize
I have come
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11. |
Already Heard It
03:55
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Correct me if i'm wrong, there's something going on
It's obvious there's trouble when we let the pawns carout, once
Why does the brown one always look so confused
Maybe he'll stop asking if we throw him some food
The boats all spin the wrong way 'round
The children cover all the ground
The castle's got a whisper sound
And you've already heard it
The doctors have the strangest grin
The modern times are full of sin
The prowler reeks of open gin
Or so the story tells us
This part is so surreal
I swore the ocean changed direction
I swore the dog was going to bite my foot and so I kicked him
And he bit me, and I showed him all my scars, and he said
"Where have all the old men gone"
The boats all spin the wrong way 'round
The children cover all the ground
The castle's got a whisper sound
And you've already heard it
The doctors have the strangest grin
The modern times are full of sin
The prowler reeks of open gin
Or so the story tells us
It doesn't take a lot to see the faces in the rocks
I know they're alive
Inside
Just like every living
Thing you see it's a hypocracy
If we are enemies
Why do we fail to see
You and me
Are in an anomaly
They're going to fire me
Because of this tragedy
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12. |
Spoddies and Birits
06:29
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The Scene: under the leaves
The scene unfold it's sounds
Across the square the bees are strumming
Drums and drums
The sounds are coming
It's sick when partners criticize the ones with the cheaper car
The ones with the older tires
The ones who stop to chat
A foreign man ignores his kids
The Scene: He's taking snapshots of America
You can almost hear him think
The Body
The Mind
The Hopscotch Cross
The cat is is in the sun
And we're outcast in and out
Out-cast thoughts
The Crowd continues on it's "Trek of Symmetry"
The beam supports the rooftop one more year
And in the little house the cavemen beat their wives
And in the little shop the jester utilized
Every unused word
The strings are here again
Confront, Confuse, Corrupt, Connect
Our Lust for human shame and abashment
Knots and knots and whiptail lashes
Take the Good and take the Mighty
Light the road for everybody
Caught between the darkness and the coin
The Crowd continues on it's "Trek of Symmetry"
The beam supports the rooftop one more year
And in the little house the cavemen beat their wives
And in the little shop the jester utilized
Every unused word
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13. |
Evening Question
03:50
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I think I'm only twelve people
I'm a coffee cup in the rain
And all that i want
Is everything there is
And all that i can
Is what i can pay for
You can make someone love you for the clothes you wear
You can make somebody hate you with a smile
And all they'll ever know
Is where to stand in their row
All I think they'll ever read
Is what's focussed now and then before their lenses
If I look up at the stars once again tonight
I'm afraid I'll have a little nervous breakdown
And all I want to know
As how far I can go
And what it's going to take
Fore I can get there
All I want to do
Is explain these things to you
And figure out the reasons
The reason
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