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| 1. |
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Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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He spends his time
or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his eye as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song then stops to paint a picture of a frown walking around Dan Treacy's smile leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime? no rest for the mind that's seen it all before and I don't know where he lives but he's a myth of a man and Texas Bob the cameraman is off to fix his sit before the show yeah, but where did he go? to know when your time's up you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening in the back of the station fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering well he speaks his mind he says "what is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes In the middle of the park when the underground is dark, he's a poet he's a lark he starts thinking about a place that no one knows and when the creeks run dry he stays frozen in time strange lights in the sky start blinking I can see the car outside but he's listening he's listening and he's making up his mind he made his mind up to get things done and overcome he made his mind up yeah he's gonna let it go he made his mind up in the park and at the station he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna get it done he made his mind up ooh yeah he's gonna get it done he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh no matter the time oh oh when the creeps run by oh no he's making his mind up oh oh oh oh yeah he's gonna get it done whoa oh oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul, yeah, when the creeps walk by and say "come here boy, look me in the eye" bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy |
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| 3. |
| 2:30 |
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Someone's telling the toll to me
I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree but i don't care who's left behind lost revelations that I'll never find in the long hall pipes are whispering blues prepared for anti-christening somewhere there's an honest soul to mirror teeth where neon lures troll and what's extinct might come alive a purple smoke in some internal shrine with a long sigh let the hissing in stones deformed by gentle kissing and all the closed eyes start to glisten but it feels like someone's missing yeah it feels like someone's missing |
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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on Tune it in And stay inert You say "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb And not saving anyone And now it hurts To stay at home And see Flash The mirror ball's throwing mold You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants As far as I know are still, Still bending toward the light And if we dance Until the heart explodes It'll make this place ignite And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just A case of Flash delirium Here's a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck together Takin it to the source Timeless desperation Pictures on a screen scream "hey people, what does it mean?" Comfort keeps us nice So quick to donate everything (nothing arrives) Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen) But time's tingling spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt (Why close one eye and try to Pledge allegiance to the sun When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone Geometric troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds My earthbound heart is heavy Your heartbeat keeps things light With the violence forever threatening the night And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust) Lines when I close my eyes and just Aim blindly at the sun And hear love When the ghosts start singing terrorizing everyone Geometric troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds with gold It's a heavy load but your You rhythm makes it light and explode Like a violent star keeps threatening the night And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust That our heads won't bust 66 55 red battleships 40 earthlike planets 3 holes 2 tits 1 fork in it's side Zero tears in their eyes Sue the spiders Sink the W:oelsh Stab your facebook Sell sell sell Undercooked Overdone Mass adulation not so funny Poisoned honey Pseudo science Silly money You're my honey |
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| 5. |
| 3:40 |
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Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm
and when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms 15 centuries of dissolution and grief to return a yellow trickster and a thief Hey I found a whistle that works every time that's when the trail escapes to nowhere and the flood erases the crime such conviction to paint all the walls with the blood of the young and the faithful and the good Yeah I found a whistle as thin as a sheet to split the dumbness of a vision between asleep and a sleep tiny axes repeatedly raising the flag all ignored, real emotion's such a drag Hey I've got a pistol that's aimed at your heart and on dark nights when the moon is right I could show you the head attached with a scarf aerophane sorceress, at home obeying the fates when it's gone, has it gone all the way? This time found a whistle that works every time Yeah, I found a whistle that works hangs like a charm round my neck found a whistle that works every time Yeah, I found a whistle that works closes my mind every time a whistle I've got it I've got it this time uhohohoh |
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| 6. |
| 12:10 |
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Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even knowing and streams outside in the direction of truth there's no reason there's no secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon let's see it with shadows enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed if you're conscious you must be depressed or at least cynical but someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough spending the day chewing the fat floating away isn't rough but it's not enough oh marianne, pass me the joint the sandpaper's tan go-getters are surfing the point and london's a cratch on the lens it's over before it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering but something might spit out the bait even if it's real rolling away missing a spoke close to the ground like a wheel but it's not a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over to breathe in everything exposed and comes back to cover me in a blanket being here's always changing tunes the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all wide open arms can feel so cold and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth but I hope I die before i get sold I hope I die before I get sold I'd rather die before I get sold if you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what's never created or destroyed wake as the swell peaks the close-outs drowning the birds with roars and howls scare the new unkindness that picks and laughs at the carrion scene forces you see breath can always go into hiding and wait 'till it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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So tired
Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark the roses trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone crack not red not blue not yellow but black and all the space left for you if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know he taught me many things the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems the prophet of a sapphire soul presented through creative freedoms and everything i say is true cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show i can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know? we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno Brian Eno when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses my whole foundation came unglued when i tried to humanize by ambient light dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know? he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno Brian Eno! he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow the creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc. |
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| 8. |
| 4:31 | 
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| 9. |
| 3:55 |
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Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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| 10. |
| 6:37 |
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Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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| 11. |
| 4:31 |
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Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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| 12. |
| 4:14 |
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So tired
Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark the roses trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone crack not red not blue not yellow but black and all the space left for you if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know he taught me many things the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems the prophet of a sapphire soul presented through creative freedoms and everything i say is true cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show i can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know? we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno Brian Eno when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses my whole foundation came unglued when i tried to humanize by ambient light dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know? he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno Brian Eno! he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow the creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc. |
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| 13. |
| 4:03 |
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Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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| 14. |
| 10:20 |
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Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even knowing and streams outside in the direction of truth there's no reason there's no secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon let's see it with shadows enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed if you're conscious you must be depressed or at least cynical but someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough spending the day chewing the fat floating away isn't rough but it's not enough oh marianne, pass me the joint the sandpaper's tan go-getters are surfing the point and london's a cratch on the lens it's over before it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering but something might spit out the bait even if it's real rolling away missing a spoke close to the ground like a wheel but it's not a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over to breathe in everything exposed and comes back to cover me in a blanket being here's always changing tunes the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all wide open arms can feel so cold and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth but I hope I die before i get sold I hope I die before I get sold I'd rather die before I get sold if you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what's never created or destroyed wake as the swell peaks the close-outs drowning the birds with roars and howls scare the new unkindness that picks and laughs at the carrion scene forces you see breath can always go into hiding and wait 'till it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity |
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