1. |
Hammer Down
03:01
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waiting on a box of mud
to bring you to your knees
trying to push without a shove
a handless glove in a tree
bring the hammer down i can't feel a thing
my wings are cracking and the telephone rings in my ear
softly say, "hey man, there's nobody here"
get a flashlight
make that duck you do
waiting on a box of mud
arms crossed impatiently
go out and paint the town
and scream what you feel
get a flashlight
make that duck you do
just for old times' sake
you be me i'll be you
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2. |
Siamese
03:16
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rearing its head slow
chimera lingers
tingles in your toes
how could we be wooed
from such a brooding state?
circulation's on your doorstep
Sleeper's in the vcr
stoic cat upon your lampshade
certified in cpr
I've got two limbs for both of you
but one must suffice
I'd like to pull a Genghis Khan
but it wouldn't be right
circulation's on your doorstep
Sleeper's in the vcr
stoic cat upon your lampshade
certified in cpr
in vain I wish I was a surgeon
to part these entangled loves
never had so much white rain
accustomed to the desert plains
siamese count on me
to muddy up new history
come and go as you please
my house is your house and this key (unlocks everything)
when might the wave break?
when can I come up?
how to escapist endeavors engage?
and when the wave breaks
and the sun's up
I'll gasp like a fish on the opposite page
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3. |
Wrong Tree
03:21
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I'd be your dog if you'd have me
walk me round the block
I can see I'm barking up the wrong tree
just can't make it stop
I'd be your boy if you take me home
take me to your bed
spin me like a meter on and on and on
jumbled up my head
been digging this hole for many years
gotta tune my ears to a different frequency
I stopped believing in
the weight of the world
it's a recurring dream unrequited
surely deserve it for the ant that I've been uninvited
an accident on the scene
I'll be your nothing now forever bored
staring at the clock
waiting for my exit scene to leave the floor
I'm a writer not a rock
the love of the world is an irrelevant thing
we're pretending
impermanence of our thoughts and our dreams
rings ascending
weight of the world
is a recurring dream unrequited
surely deserve it for the ant that I've been uninvited
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this happened once before
to a little me wearing neon jeans
it's too potent to ignore
this place of youthfulness and green machinery
head down speeding fast through the roller rink
in a brown paper sack I got a flea market link
you were never my baby just a fourth rate love affair
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
proclamation maybe
me rotten apple to the core
knock em down and stop their hearts before they hit the floor
no I'll never make my bed and lay in it
truth and lies and love and hate are only in your pretty head
in your fat head
in your stubborn head
in your dreamer's head
you were never my baby just a fourth grade love affair
you were never my baby just a fourth rate love affair
proclamation maybe
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5. |
Not the Passion
03:16
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wheelies in wheelchairs
hardwood floor scuffed
we own the moves
if kind hands and holder bring the buzz minus abuse
air sucking boulders
rolling down clenched molars
can a pacifist make love
to a fisticuffs struck dumb
and still remain with his cause?
outside warm in the whiskey sun
leading the troops
spotted broken fools with bleeding hearts
crying, "martyr martyr souls on fire"
Joan of Arc is rolling over I'm sure
guess it comes natural to some
takes a pity gallon to make them down
guess it comes natural to some
takes a pity gallon to make them come
can a pacifist make love
to a fisticuffs struck dumb
and still remain with his cause?
could you stop that screaming?
it's just that ears are steaming hot
it's not the passion I mind
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6. |
Regal Son
03:41
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I can't tell you why
or how or where or if the weather's fair
cause I'm a regal son
I'm so fake noir
from the mouths of babes comes a deep black tar
from my inverted projectors
you can see that I'm not this man's protector
we're just killing time
with the governor's strange conjecture
drinking his wine
eating bakeries' sweet confections
in the fields of gold
where the whistling blows
a bed of onyx foam and a paper hat float
I wear many hats
I can't draw the line
my point is not fine
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7. |
Entertainment
03:28
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I got a ticket
I gotta go
to a one man show
white picket fences and a lackluster roll call
here but I'm not into it
free of biting mighty wit
change the players
change the man
of many faces
furrowed brows descending
wasted on the crowd
it's best to leave before the arms produce a toss
you're all vaudeville
you're all tapped out
pending erasure with your countenance so stout
you're hear but you're not into it
void of real experience
put on layers
change the plan
of many faces
furrowed brows descending
wasted on the crowd
it's best to leave before the arms produce a toss
dinosaur of entertainment
you're just a dinosaur of entertainment
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8. |
Happiness
01:58
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happiness careening down your brow
speak easy
simply view the rusty hue
of breezy reeds decked out in dew
a simple standard to undo
given a chance to see yourself quantified
are you qualified
do you measure up
shall we blink?
snowflakes falling
it's a ticker tape parade
you're the one they're celebrating
you're the one anticipated face
the consummate king
bearer divine grace
if it's too hot in the kitchen
get out of the state
shoot me an adage
flick of the wrist of savior's cape
given a chance to see yourself quantified
are you qualified
do you measure up
shall we blink?
has the revolution brought you to your knees?
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9. |
Sweet Goddess
03:36
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the sun
it shines
on you
if only brief
its radiance rings true
not all the darkness swept away
not all the weight is taken
but the day remains
as does the fact
the reaction is up to you
I can attest
half empty
full on is the fool
soothe me
my moon in hand darling
bring me to heel
my hot gut is reeling
let it slide
let me bide
let it slide
sweet goddess let me bide my time
i never asked for your light
just don't hit me when i'm down in the brights
the sun
it shines
on you
if only brief
its radiance rings true
not all the darkness swept away
not all the weight is taken
but the day remains
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