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Ennui
03:19
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When a crystal ball moon shatters in the bay
and those artichoke fields, visions disobey
then look back to highway one
a car leaving neath the budding sun
who's to condemn you? who's too divine?
to deny the morning to find you anew?
To compel you a cold hard night?
if i took a leap now which god would pluck me from the sky?
Or is it mere dust, a shapeless amble of the tide?
The pacific windowsill
imprints a gentle kind of will
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21 Years
02:22
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Just look at her hand it bares no ring it's grabbing for the light
She's making her way to have a man who's wings are too broken for flight
Funny how an angel can haunt a room
She's looking this way bite a feather in a field in bloom
Summer comes she says to him
"you wake up find a light it goes dim
and don't you wonder how?"
"Suppose it's not allowed"
She says, "Look in the mirror. What's the setting? Does it suit your smile?"
He said, "We've got a wagon full of clay and rain that should last us a while."
21 years a child's grave it echoes down the hall
21 years and a cross on the wall
He beats his fist into the ground
she lights a cigarette and waits for the sound of this that will end
I don't think it ever ends
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Stranger
02:32
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She wakes up this morning
with a stranger in her bed
stares blankly at the curtains
swaying over her head
just outside a city bus
toss smoke into the sky
the stairs in the hallways cough
the radiators sigh
fruit flies on the windowsill
flirting with his clothes
steam curls off his shoulder
looks just like the promise of a road
that she could take
to escape the prison of herself
and so swan dove Icarus
or so how he fell
as the city sinks behind her
the mountains grew before
as mountains brings her to her feet
the desert shows a door
to Montana skies where she cries
for they open her eyes
to show that she was living
as if she already died
as salmon fight the current
returning where their born
as geese migrate up north
though their wings be torn
as he was bound to leave one day
just as he's done before
for he always was a stranger
and he will be evermore
She wakes up this morning
with a stranger in her bed
stares blankly at red curtains
swaying gently over head
just outside a city bus
tosses smoke into the sky
the stairs in the hallways cough
the radiator sighs
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Catching All The Signals
03:10
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I watch cross gates descending
though it's too late for a train
they go horizontal
and then they rise again
just waiting for a while
but nothing ever came
catching all the signals
but that's never quite enough
to see you again
Each day I'm watching the horizon
they say an eagle talon snake
but now I'm so divided
yet there words I can't shake
you know it's something we all hide
it's something we pretend
catching all the signals
but that's never quite enough
to see you again
I walk down these rails
every night into town
waiting in the town square
to see if you're around
to wonder where our borders end and begin
catching all the signals
but that's never enough
to lose you again
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Waltzing Matilda
05:19
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That must be God's image there by the liquor store
There by the halo lights and muddied tile floor
The fog surrounds now these crowded downtown streets
Bound to collapse like walls of the sea
The moon escorts me down the avenue
The mission bell will ring clean and somehow blue
Drunk like seasick sailors I see them ricochet
Ladies fleeing like horses of Cavalry
Hold on, Hold on
We built this yet it ain't ours
Hold on, Hold on
The quixotic Yankee's Waltzing Matilda
How are these roses in a winter's bloom
Crowns facedown like silent bells
"Here are the pedals on a wet black bough"
In apparitions these faces fell
Laughter in the faithless calamity
A group of children high by the shore
The fumes are rising from the mountainside
I sit like fog and wonder in a bore
Hold on, Hold on
We built this yet it ain't ours
Hold on, Hold on
The quixotic Yankee's Waltzing Matilda
Lord this wakings dragged me like a bag
Readjust my belt and how low my head does sag
Saying "Who will fix the mirror of ecology?
Who now will drink with pleasure your democracy?"
The Felaheen church gathers at the bar
Smoking too much they look like dust from afar
Asking, "Can you hear the drawbridge America?
Closing it's creaking wooden erotica!"
Hold on, Hold on
We built this yet it ain't ours
Hold on, Hold on
The quixotic Yankee's Waltzing Matilda
Will you come Waltzing Matilda?
Will you come Matilda?
Will you come waltzing Matilda?
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Fall Gently Soft Machine
03:37
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Fall gently soft machine
preparing for another dream
reaching for new pilled pockets
say these windmills are exactly as they seem
suddenly I was blinded as if the sky was flashing
as if led by a guess to your door
outside the air is ocean of laughter
but I'm inside and stranded at shore
at dawn
a silhouette posed a lowercase “i”
cupid's invisible arrows
were bombing down from the sky
suddenly I was struck and I fell in love with dying
but dying caught sight of itself
outside the air is a mountain of romance
inside was terrible for health
autumn leaves
make mulch of farmer's markets
just as fast as they arrived
they all instantly departed
suddenly I was cozened cause the earth was frozen over
oh mother! I'm walking on the sky
outside the air was milk and honey
still inside I was ossified
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7. |
Shadow of Light
03:04
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Its a call for transparency
leave windows open wide
if your reach can pass the screen
you can just forget about an unlocked door
with twilight's precision
the archer can strike a pose
pose recreated, pose revery
aims at the torch just before the release
and once in a while
see it happen, just shadows of light
just fashions of wings
shadow haunts, suicide willows
fingerprints on restoration signs
the rebranding of the herd
you can just forget about those old novels
did you hear the wreckage?
A chandelier in the ballroom hall
a wooden floor ontology
the darkest sound unhinged and just before release
and once in a while you can see it happen
just shadows of light, just fashions of wings
gerrymandering at the white bordello
pillow talk filibustering
old viagra of don't tread on me
you can just forget about debt's gravity
its an artless tragedy
spill yourself out of fearing to be spilt
guilt the riddle of hard depression
a nightmare of parody just before the release
and once in a while
see it happen, just shadows of light
just fashions of wings
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