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Sidelined
02:07
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I been on the waiting list
Many days gone by
There's a season's chill of change
Creeping up a spine-
but this backbone's not mine
Sharp wit, sweet words
& sour mind
The crumbs of conversation
are trailing behind
I'd like you to pour your heart out
Get to sip your wine
I'd like to get together
& Cheer on the game
Oh the sidelined, they don't really mind
Who is on whose side
Everytime you smile, you shake
You're all hissing bones
Rattlesnake
I'd like to take you up
On that offer-
I'd gladly watch you slither on a green turf of soccer
And I can cheer on the game
No the sidelined they don't really mind
Who is on whose side
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2. |
Rubble or Rust
02:22
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Have I lost my faith in
Everything that counts?
Up from one to nothing
the cycle will turn itself in
I trust
Rubble or Rust
Beauty lies in decay
Tasting nothing till the day that I
Bite the dust
No life is wasted
I will be satiated
I don't want anyone to reveal
What I've kept hidden all these years
What I've kept hidden all these years
Come boy, tell me all of your fears!
I've been drippin' grease from gears;
I've lived enough, now I'm all ears
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3. |
Come Hither
03:13
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It's all in kinds that you paid me to
Find fresh thyme
Slip it into lapels for
For when facing danger benign
Two can't fight It
Something's gotta give
I got fingers to bite off
Two can't fight it
Wandered through weed till I caught glimpse
of Come Hither
Stinging ankles deep- leaves are okay to eat
So want not for need I'll pick what they fail to deliver
I collect and I cool,
I do unto
Can't fight it
Something's gotta give
I got fingers to bite off
Two can't fight it
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4. |
Picnic
03:28
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5. |
Knockout Father
02:49
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It hits the spot
Where victor falls not lying
For want of sedation
En lieue of loss
He's got big gates of gloat blown open for him!
Coach says
"Get some rest while I go feed the trojan"
Horse-throat matinees, coughing through
The uppercuts
While the crowd sick with worry
Choruses cues;
No partner will step on his
High Boots
Of thin leather
They dance together
They dance together
For the rhythm born rigged
Is craddled and cribbed
In the arms
of one knock out father
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6. |
Swinging Doors
02:16
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Sitting by the swinging doors
A background singer
Tells me
Of blue country moons,
He wails in a loop
While his bolo tie
In pendulum dyes
You came back in red
I saw the result of the lipstick
I leaned in, ruined it
Pressed like between
Pages it crumbles at the tips as it ages
Now I've said nothing much to elate her
But she laughs at nothing
so I went ahead and winked at the waiter
The music dies while your eyes alive and dancing are
Stepping in between
Those of he who fills my cup
And mine
Caught between
Fancies-
One asks kindly, the other serves up
Just how long till I spill truth?
Still sipping on the bittering brine of youth
Wine and juice
Chewing on the fruit
Eyein' the caterer to your acoholic sweet tooth
I'll call him over to our booth
He can't keep up with ypu
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7. |
Disco Power
04:08
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Flooding the fields
Sifting berry
Death-daydreaming
Leaning precarious
Mass appeal miss-carried
Like a new bride, married
Oh at the heights of embarrassment,
trip & holding on to
What was never
On what grounds
do you tether
the significance of these words?
I hit the ground
Running my mouth
Through a new state (x2)
Oh at the heights of embarrassment,
trip & holding on to
What was never
On what grounds
do you tether
the significance of these words?
Flooding the fields; sifting berry
Death-daydreaming
Leaning precarious
Mass appeal, miss-carried
Like a new bride, is married
To an idea, to the heights,
tripping out-of-sight
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8. |
Sword Fight
02:09
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gibberish jam words
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Oh, your gaze is wide
I've seen islands in your eyes
Greet castaways
Welcome their crazy heads
& tales of
horizons unknown
Mhm, stringing words together
into garlands made to tether
My fascination
My fascination is
anchored to yours
If you'd like
to call me
home again
I'd gladly share the name
If you'd like
to call me
home again
I'd gladly do the same
Oh, your gaze is wide
I've seen islands in your eyes
If you'd like
to call me
hoOoOome again
I'd gladly share the name
etc etc
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10. |
Half n Half
03:31
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Half past zero zero
I start serving time
To ugly mugs
Pointed in my
General direction
I ask the questions, and they grunt in reply
On early morning, or whatever late night
Owl swoops in, perches, takes a seat
On the single bar stool that don't squeak
His head down, till we enter conversation
And it just spins allll the way around
I use words of affection
But I ain't starry-eyed
Fill him up on coffee
(For common ground I provide)
But he don't take names lightly-
Says "Don't call me Love, till I've killed my darlings-
Oh I'm a rider
Been drifting all night
I'm a writer
Nothing reads right
but I'm a rider
Been drifting all night
I'm a writer
Been drafting my whole life"
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11. |
The Organ
00:46
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