1. |
Letter to Bobby C
04:48
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56 Months
03:32
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We don't mind where you stand,
Fate is in your own hands.
56 months of solitude,
And know that she remains subdued.
Why are we even here?
Send my regards to Mr. Spears.
I heard a woman cry last night,
Her distant moan was beautiful.
However many people I ever knew,
They've all got separate points of view
Made up of images construed -
I must be many different men,
Most puzzling of them in my head.
Why is my own so unclear?
There's something weird going on in here.
Give my life to a cause,
Take one breath.
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3. |
Ms. Greener
05:03
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Float away,
They all want something out of you.
If they didn't chase you,
You'd have something better to do.
The sea will tear away
The building in the bay,
But you dance over the waves.
Float away,
Pack your things and leave today.
You can make it on your own,
Daddy would have wanted it that way.
The sea will tear away
The building in the bay,
But you dance over the
Worries of a sinner,
Thirty dollar winner,
Men without a clue,
Expecting you for dinner.
Float away,
You didn't come here to cry.
Float away,
You didn't come here to die.
Float away,
You didn't come here to cry,
Float away,
You didn't come here to die.
You didn't come to California
To die.
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4. |
Meleana's Room
03:24
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5. |
Little Birdy
03:26
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I heard a little birdie chirping on the corner of your plaid shoulder,
He's prophesying your demise beneath the stone cold boulder.
Like a thought of a fought against thought,
Which to me, cannot be taught,
Slammed between paper with a stapler -
Palimpsest, smothered with a new image,
Yet remains still a pain chemically untamable,
A burn to the face like a winter chill
Sent forth by an intangible force,
Numbing engraving the skin from within,
Bathing in red rivers against my will,
Will never take hostage the driver behind my wheel.
The glow of my headlights now allow me to see a road that will never
Disappear, disappear.
Disappear, disappear.
I heard a little birdie chirping on the corner of your plaid shoulder,
He's prophesying your demise beneath the stone cold boulder.
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6. |
Stone
03:51
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When I look at the people all around here I no longer see
The clothing that they choose to wear as to who they might be,
The music they listen to, hair style, and occupation,
And everything else but their eyes don't signify to me,
And when they speak it's not so much what they say,
The direction of their words always goes a certain way,
An intention, a purpose, agenda in every face,
The experience and shape of their soul gives this away.
When you look as though you wait for each moment to finally pass,
As if demons are hovering around, and it's you they harass,
Maybe you should stand up and finally realize
That you have the agency to give them a kick in the ass.
Have you ever begged a dollar from a bum on your street?
Or tried to sell your body to a random you meet?
Wake up, wake up, wake up, ignite your soul,
A stone needs a kick in the head in order to roll,
A stone needs a kick in the head in order to roll.
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7. |
Jade Army
03:06
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8. |
She Went the Other Way
03:06
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Here's to Sydney, she's true blue,
She's a lover, through and through,
She's a goer, so they say,
Tried to go home, but she went the other way.
Here's a school, it's got a pool of
Pretty girls, some scared to lose
Pretty boys who hold them high who
Vaguely recognize what that implies.
Here's two sisters who never get along,
Both are always right, and neither ever wrong,
Talk behind their backs and whisper when they say,
I can't wait for the day when I can go the other way.
Here's a system of students on exchange,
They ship 'em in and ship 'em out 'till they all seem the same,
They come and they go for experience unique,
They play the same tune, only in a different key.
Here's a thought that I have brought from my
Former life as an astronaut:
No idea when I flew away
I was always destined to come back this way.
I was always destined to come back this way.
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9. |
Not Many Men
03:12
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Not many men can admit they love a man
That is not related to them,
But when I sat and cried when someone close to me died
You simply came and sat by my side.
Not many men understand like you,
Even though you don't know what it's like.
You take up your time to make sure I stay in line,
Even when I'm rather unkind.
Not many men can look out like you,
A shepherd in a world of wolves.
You warned me not to buy from the man who told me lies,
You saw the deception in his eyes.
Not many men who I thought were my friends
Reached out in telling times of truth.
They say when someone dies that it serves to clarify,
And it separates the mice from the men.
Not many men are a friend like you,
Not many stick till the end.
Some would say that you were there by chance,
Some don't believe in circumstance.
Not many men, not many men,
Not many men, not many men,
Not many men.
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10. |
Meet Me Again
04:38
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Meet me again,
Meet me in the garden of sweet, sweet dreams.
You in another world
I seldom see in front of me,
Me in a world
That you once lived.
The other night I was with you
Somewhere in between.
You laughed when I said I could have swore
I'd seen you in a dream before.
For I knew not that I was in a dream,
And I was just a wide-eyed child.
Meet me again,
Meet me in the garden
Of sweet, sweet dreams.
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