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Rebecceth and Angstrom
03:10
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This is a novel of rebecceth and angstrom
A story of a novel that's a perfect description of 'em
This is a resurrection, this is a mass ascention
This is a merger of a pair of eyes
A pair of eyes
A girl and a guy
Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness
World of listlessness is all we ever asked for
Rolling down a fine collection of lucky charms
My horseshoes' gone rusty, my clover has lost its leaves
Pages fall from trees in bundles, 'n look like leaves
Typewriter's movements are too slow
Punctuation is a great idea when you're a
Pair of writers in a canyon lounge
This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstrom
A story of a novel that's a perfect description of 'em
This is a resurrection, this is a mass ascention
This is a merger of a pair of eyes
A pair of eyes
A girl and a guy
Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness
To stop this list would be a crime of second nature
Radiate these words in circular friendship
Who is it coming from tonight?
This is a novel of rebecceth and angstrom
A story of a novel that's a perfect description of 'em
This is a resurrection, this is a mass ascention
This is a merger of a pair of eyes
A pair of eyes
A girl and a guy
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Too tall
That's what you said about the window
That's what you said about the vase
I bought for your artificial roses
It's small time business
You don't want to be concerned with
The small time his kiss
Showers you with care but still imposes
I stare
Staring back into the splitting clouds
That let me see the sun
It's like a floating orange eye
I glare
Sometimes reflected
A hundred thousand times
From a lake
No bigger than an eye
But it's high tide
The moon is passing over head
This is my side
I've only been where i was led
And when i die
Don't let them know that i am dead
Let me hide
Make sure everybody knows what i have said
Falling, falling like a flute
That's been tossed out a window
It hums a pretty note
This is what?
Did you say this was a honeymoon?
Well i would've prepared for this
If I had known
Now you and I sit facing each other
Cross our legs and (mystery line)
On a bed that's shaped like a heart
But it's high tide
The moon is passing over head
This is my side
I've only been where i was led
And when i die
Don't let them know that i am dead
Let me hide
Make sure everybody knows what i have said
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Bobsled
03:18
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Could we try
Try bicycles coming from the sky
My angel's head is drooping
Tuck my arms into my sides
I listened for you
Now higher still
Break through the atmosphere
I turn into a star
My hands are the heavens
And my voice is the sea
I'll turn you into a bobsled
I'm a popscicle stick
Drag you across the desert
Wagon cut out from a tree
Soon soon all we'll do is blow
Blow around into the sound
Sound of my clothing on the
Chair lift me up into the
Air is something traceable
I traced it with my finger
On the kindergarten notepad
With a voice from the sea
I'll turn you into a bobsled
I'm a popscicle stick
Drag you across the desert
Wagon cut out from a tree
I'll meet you under the car tonight
We'll make ourselves round
Around and round we'll go
Just like the earth and the wheel
The wheels of the clock keep ticking time
Time is a circle time is a wheel
Everything comes back again
Just keep happening never ends
And if it ends it just
Starts again and again
Bury me under the sand
Pull my feet till they come off
Put them in the sky we tried
Tried to tell you here we are
The pavement turns us into
Traffic signals maps of the world
Fold us up and put us in the
Glove compartment
Love department
I miss the time when this made sense
I miss the time when we were traveling
Traveling to Africa together in the fall
The fall of man was in the springtime
And i miss the time when
You and i were hiking in the mountains
And we took ourselves to try
Try everyone tries it's
My eye
Turn to the sea and the sky
I turn to the ocean the sea
See
Cut out from a tree
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Inferno
04:08
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The street
The subway
The snowbanks and the dust
The sidecar
The sunset
And the games
Hold on to me my family
I'm starting to fall
Split in two like bookends
On the shelf upon the wall
I'm practicing my conscience
Mingling with the dust
A side i haven't chosen once again
Hold on to me my family
I'm starting to fall
Split in two like fireflies'
Alluring mating call
This is a good house
But it's a towering inferno
The land we stand is moving next to me
And we don't ask why
The questions turn to flames
Condition lies in where to lay the blame
It's coming back to me now
A place i had forgotten
A carriage horse
My hands around the reigns
And a damp and dark tunnel
And a picture of my father
I'm throwing rocks in anger and in doubt
In doubt
It all makes sense to me now
The things i had forgotten
the sidecar
the sunset
and the games
hold on to me my family
i'm starting to fall
split in two like bookends
On the shelf upon the wall
This is a good house
But it's a towering inferno
The land we stand is moving next to me
And we don't ask why
The questions turn to flames
Condition lies in where to lay the blame
This is a good house
But it's a towering inferno
The landlord says it's time for us to leave
And we don't ask why
The questions turn to flames
Condition lies in where to lay the blame
Condition lies in where to lay the blame
Condition lies in where to lay the blame
Condition lies in where to lay the blame
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Rain on the Hill
03:43
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Now you've listened at my door
You've brushed across the treetops in my heart
Now you can't hear what i'm saying
I feel like a wall that's been built inside you
Brick by brick, aching at this distance
This impulse is killing me
This rain is feeding my dreams
i cannot hear your words
They just fall from your lips
into little puddles on the ground
Your head bent down softly
If I could show you
My pain, my desire
My world of doors and gardens
I'd fly
Fly towards the sun
On the hill
On the horizon
Fly toward the sun
Fly toward the rain
Fly away
I want you to feel my heartache
I want you to feel this rain i feel
It beats down on me, like arrows from heaven
But it drips off me
And feeds my dreams
It screams at me
It whispers at me
It listens at my door
Now you can't hear what i'm saying
I feel like a wall that's been
Built inside you
Brick by brick
Aching at this distance
If I could show you
My pain, my desire
My world of doors and gardens
I'd fly
Fly towards the sun
On the hill
On the horizon
Fly toward the sun
Fly toward the rain
Fly away
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To a one-time wizard
I just hope this dream will end
Reflections on the sidewalk are still breathing
Please
Let me see
I'm climbing on a ten foot globe
Wizard
Oh wizard
I just got fired from the last job in town
I want you to turn the world into a giant cigarette
So i can burn it
Burn it with the flag
Catching Stars
On Paper Plates
In the Morning
Brothers
Oh brothers in the clouds
When will your hands be clean
I want you to build a sand-dune for me
Catch it like the wind in a butterflies net
I refuse
I refuse to let you straighten out
My backbone of defense
My backbone of life
My background of wonder
My backbone of thought
My meter is running
Catch me if you can
Catch me
Catch me
Catch me
Catching Stars
On Paper Plates
In the Morning
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