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Avogadro's Number

by Thanks To Gravity

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1.
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
2.
Shade 02:34
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
Spiceman 04:36
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
10.
Crayons 04:30
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
11.
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
12.
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
13.
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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released May 8, 1992

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