1. |
J
01:14
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2. |
fort sunday
06:22
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sifting through your albums
a tiny, trembling thought
a pulsing papercut upon rememberings
where can i find meaning
in a dirt road up a hill
a two-tone white and yellow hellman minx
hide it away
hide it away
hide it cause you told me so
hide it away
so come on all you phonies
abscess of the world
come on all you raving lunatics
love me like a lover
not that strange, old-fashioned way
where you take my name and give to me a son who can remain
hide it away
hide it away
hide it cause you told me so
hide it away
where can i find meaning
in a dirt road up a hill
if im the robber, wheres the damn police?
hide it away
hide it away
hide it cause you told me son
hide it away
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3. |
doubting thomas
04:03
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it makes my spine tingle
it makes my hair stand on end
i never knew that, did you? all along?
your head is in a cloud
with everything allowed
you cannot see the signs
depending on a
time uncertain
why the curtain
for the other side?
im running down your driveway
your tears still falling down my face
oh, hallelujah yelling
what a waste
its almost light outside
youve nowhere left to hide
and i will disappear
in waiting on a
doubting thomas
on a promise
of two thousand years
oh he better get it right!
unto the levee-children!
unto the numberless!
unto the secular-profane!
unto the ready love!
unto the ready love!
unto the ready love!
i feel like a gunman
i feel like a goldfish
damn, i feel like a woman
all along
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4. |
straight jacket
07:16
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comfort me
i think this plane is gonna
fall out of the sky
and i might not even die
should i live
to tell the tale
theyll put my body in a sling
but you say thats not a thing
you want me to hug
my
self
in a straightjacket
comfort me
i think this plane is gonna
crash into the ground
and kill everything around
should i live to tell the tale
then i will say i told you so
a million flights ago
fancy that, you want me to hug
my
self
in a straightjacket
i been taking a pill a day
they say “crazy is as crazy does”
but i been taking my pills everyday
what if im a loon to do everything they say?
so lets hug
our
self
in a straightjacket
what if i went insane in the membrane?
what if i went insane in the brain?
what if i went insane in the membrane?
what if i went insane in the brain?
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5. |
improvisation
01:15
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6. |
there is no subtext
06:06
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can i really feel the greater waves
alighting on the shores of time?
in a better mood i will declaim
these differences of yours and mine
oh and its been fairly easy til now
to make all the judgements i want
but where can we take it from here?
whoa!
jesus was a guy with big ideas
like many men of history
now theyre all coming for to carry me away
but theres no river strong as me
whoa!
but, oh, im in amazement
amazement
at the things you never knew that you could say
but youre completely unaware
and if you could put it into words
then you would surely take me there
but, oh, youre in amazement
amazement
whoa!
weve lost our hold of happiness
weve reconfigured our good faith
they made us clean their bloody mess
they fed us money and we ate
weve lost our hold of happiness
weve reconfigured our good faith
they made us clean their bloody mess
they fed us money that we ate
we leave our children servitude their only fate!
can i really feel the greater waves
colliding on the shores of time
in a better mood i will declaim
these differences of yours and mine
taken away for now!
you might not say something, finally:
whoa!
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