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The Boat
04:28
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The tide goes out in a silken dress
And the moonlight sings as the waves confess
Where am I to find
Something sure and true
With ideas wild
And my face prolonged as if I jumped into
The body of a soldier
We ride the times with our coarse adieus
And they're flushed with crime but with beauty too
Have you heard of love
Spreading like wildfire
Dangling up above
In the sky just like a giant slab of meat
We’re living in an old arcade
With little change
If I was a stream of light
Beaming with energy
I’d stay up every night
And I’d find the title best to form the words
Floating far away
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2. |
The Nimbostratus Jig
03:31
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Feels like my tongue’s all in a twist
In my boots, shaking for a story
Never ends, or even exists
How you’d like to
Therefore, I invite you for a ride
With chips on the side
Postprandial promenading by the seaside
A meeting of eyes
Feels like it’s wrong here to insist
Seems like I'm dancing the nimbostratus jig
Yeah, the humidity’s rising
My guts keep on reminding me
I’m bold, no lack to behold
No hay mal que por bien no venga, baby
Won’t somebody save me
Think of a time you were alone
With nothing to do
And nowhere to be
Did you think of me
Well, maybe next time
Ebbing the ice and sealing a kiss
In my boots shaking for a story
Never went or even exists
How you’d like to
Therefore I invite you for a ride
We’ll go to the sea
And dampen our feet
We’ll talk about me
The birds in the trees
Our reasons for being
Just what we are seeing
Hey! Why are you leaving?
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Dark days ahead and sniffling high time
We had a memory that wasn't so blue
And fixed on a starry lane
Touched with a kiss of rain
And shadows of course
They're at it again
Shrill voices from the distance turn to song
An old tune from long ago
Wrong as you were
But then you've been lost at sea
And blessed by a silver horse
Shat on and loathed
But at the end of the day
We’re bold to say it, lulled to pray it
Sold insane, I’ve half a mind to scream
I need you, please
I seem to be living a life, feet touching sky
It's only a whim, but maybe there's a way to look within
Struck down my ego battered and it's fried
And served with a slice of pride and celery soup
So welcome my dearest friends
Have you seen the one that I'm going mad for?
I sold my TV
We’re bold to say it, lulled to pray it
Sold insane, I’ve half a mind to scream
I need you please
I seem to be living a life feet touch in sky
It's only a whim, but maybe there's a way to look within
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4. |
Backgammon
02:47
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Fleetingly you say my name
And that’s enough
Seemingly you play the game
I know it’s rough
And all that stuff
Listen to my gentle heart beating to your drum
I'd ask that you’d consider me
Although I’m rather dull
Should you ever think of me?
I hope that it's not just in vain
Did I just hear a melody?
Perhaps someone just said your name
Fleetingly you glance my way
Oh, I’ve had worse days
Beating me up just the same
It’s not a game that I’d like to play
And lose again today
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5. |
Hexagon
03:21
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By way of Mexico
They land in Tahiti
No plans but a hexagon
Lord, what did they feed me?
Bygones in a similar world of heathens
Unheard and walked all upon we see them
Big chance for a day like today
You know when you’re dreaming
Shake hands and pray like you say
The words of someone who’s screaming
Out there you’re nothing but tack and beauty
Hold fast, and follow your code of duty
The sun is high, it caught you unawares
And in a magic hut, the door is shut
And you forget your cares
My way in Turkmenistan, then back to Croatia
Boreks and a hatching of plans
An interesting wager
Bygones in a similar world of heathens
Unheard and walked upon we see them
Did you get my message, dear?
Hop off the trail and skip the sights
Drill in that nail of copper
Stop sending mail that no one likes
Do what is good, and what is proper
Wait until tomorrow, baby
Won’t you come out and see
Photographs with me
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6. |
Galbulus
02:20
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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Late at night comes a feeling
That dreams can never fulfil
You say ‘I love you’ isn’t stealing
But the word can make the world stand still
If you’re still here tomorrow
I’ll go and fetch some wood
I’ll cry for all your sorrows
I’ll cry for all your good
The place we have in this moment
Two hearts here intertwined
You say we need some weeding
That all we have are vines
Tomorrow it’s Christmas
I promise I’ll be good
I know that it’s just feelings
The ones once understood
Tomorrow it’s Christmas
Just listen to the fire
I beg for some forgiveness
I’m preaching to the choir
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8. |
Catch 42
03:30
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You can count strings on your guitar
And the ones that you pull
The saddening eyes could break us apart
If that’s what you will again
Scattering tea and flowers alike
It helps me to sleep
But then in the morning there is a row
You sew what you reap they say
If I was a lullaby you would weep
For reasons unknown to
The people I love and problems I seek
With no one to undo
A double of anything do the work
A petal of half and two run away
From north to the southeast
Fitting into a glide
And so it’s left alone until it’s right
And we can tell the only fun
It comes at night so sweetly
Fantasies born and sold on a boat
The smell is unmatched
We dance and we fight
and all of the blood we lose
Is the catch again
My friend
If I was a lullaby you would weep
For reasons unknown to
The people I love and problems I seek
With no one to undo
A double of anything do the work
A petal of half and two run away
From north to the south east
Fading into a glide
Feelings lost and found again in spite
Dealings in the loudness spread
With white inside me
Tonight
The crashing of the waves could be a sign
The ones we hold conclude our work tonight
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9. |
Topinambur
02:37
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Put it in the old and special place
With the bric-a-brac
With the trains and things
You'd said you’d dance until you die
But then so did I
Gee, I told a lie
Keep that thought and hold my hat
Put it in the place where all the words come flooding back
In denial
You hold my hand and start a joke
Some things are best left unspoke
Jerusalem artichoke
When we’re on that boulevard
With our heads up in the stars over there
And our eyes engaged
Towards a future clear and bright
Let the rainy days and a gentle face
Be enough to get by
When we focus on everything that’s wrong
We can call out and cry
Why aren't we dancing tonight?
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Just admiring grass on a hill
No one cares until they’ve laughed
In the changing light we may see
The benefits of you and me
Times are hard, the goings rough
We’re spinning at a height where velocity is lust
You feel there’s something in the air
Apologies are made
We’re bothered and beguiled
And I’m pulling at your strings
They’re frayed and coming loose
Perhaps we take a walk
And if the sun comes out
We’ll find us some shade
You say that the universe
Was cleverly made
Ask a question, get a response
A reaction come from the deep dark woods
Gilded are the wings we fly
In tapestry we call the people left behind
You say it’s happening again
A measly afterthought
I’m petty and immune
If property is theft and that you say you’re mine,
What would your mother say to you?
And so we ask again,
The meaning of I
We warp crush and try to bend
The meaning of why?
The skin of a goat
The sound of a broken heart
For seasons in a day
Lost in the Milky Way
Not a stain
No, not here
Come what may
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11. |
Stirred But Not Shaken
02:56
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The world seems big but soon you’ll see
How nothing’s like it used to be
The overwhelming state of awe
It disappears
And in its place comes nothing like before
Your passage through these roads will come
But sooner yet your days will run
So fast you’ll wonder where they went
How many rest
And if you’ve reached your peak
Oh it’s been spent
So take it slow and catch your breath
Cover up or you'll catch your death
The ones you love aren’t always there
The games we play don’t seem half-fair
Few people ever truly care
So sit them down
And listen to those words so hard to bare
You’ve got the world upon a string
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