1. |
Seeing Things
04:08
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I finally have a hold on this fantastical nightmare
Globes of what you’d expect
Protected by the order of what should be next
For you, it’s a test
Seeing things in the weight of a tree
(bough down, can’t stop it now)
Seeing things I’m getting tired of laughing about
But I can’t stop now
Her face against the bark, a witch contemplates in the dark
Wanting to be seen from a mile away
Seeing things in the weight of a tree
(bough down, can’t stop it now)
Seeing things I’m getting tired of laughing about
But I can’t stop now
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2. |
Sweet Summertime
03:11
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Sweet summertime’s arrived
Did we survive the season of wrecking balls?
Flowers are blooming but they have no scent
“How dare you,” I declare
See all the pretty things alive
To my surprise, we felt the breeze though the bearing walls
See the same roadkill everyday
It don’t put vittles on my griddle
Tired driver on a sidewinder
You may as well try to be automatically on
Out where the dogs all smell like hay
Looking up, nothing to say
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3. |
Decoration
03:02
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Didn’t it break your heart
Well yes you think so (and I hope so)
That Saturday and today I’ll be thinking ‘bout you
Why doesn’t it break your heart when they confront you at the bistro?
Curious cats always asking about you…
Dueling blues as a decoration
Saturday and today they will decorate you
Didn’t you play your part the way I wrote so, in a tuxedo
Exacting revenge on the a cappella fuckers again
Didn’t it break your heart
Well yes you think so (and I hope so)
You try to break in, all the while everybody pretends they’ve got…
Dueling blues as a decoration
Saturday and today they will decorate you
Minimizing points of view, never knowing what to do
Didn’t it break your heart
Well yes you think so (and I hope so)
That Saturday and today
Saturday and today
Saturday and today I commemorate you
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4. |
Saturday and Today
01:26
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5. |
Tomorrow's Money Today
02:44
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The water’s guilt, come on in
Take a swim off the redemptive bridge
Everyone asks why you’ve got to hide it from them
There’s no getting around money anymore
There was nothing they could pinch or even score
Everyone asks why you’ve got to hide it from them
No, they can’t remember what it was like
Way back at the beginning of time
Drinking floral perfume, thought it was the taste of wine
A star ship is a far ship
Not in my circle, not in my house
A dope dealer, a memory stealer
Spending tomorrow’s money today
Water glider, send me a reminder to drop out and stay in
Everyone asks why you’ve got to hide it from them
Fear created what was feared
Wailing below the redemptive bridge
Everyone asks why...
A star ship is a far ship
Not in my circle, not in my house
A dope dealer, a memory stealer
Spending tomorrow’s money today
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6. |
Where Am I (Iris Song)
03:34
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“New age still life—it’s supposed to be good for you”
Said the mentholated man
While mourning doves cry “be great or be gone” or “obstruct me if you can”
The sweet sound of adventure set to an iris song
Patterns on the fringes of the fields
They have been here all along
I never said I saw it coming
Haven’t known the voice in which you speak
With water damages on the flip book—or is it all the pomegranate tea
Where am I, where am I
In search of happier endings
Wouldn’t I like to know (yes)
Chalk it up to you, spell it out, yeah
Catastrophizing the spice of life
Fructose memories can ruin your nightmares
Where am I, where am I
In search of happier endings
Wouldn’t I like to know (yes)
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7. |
Nite Bird
03:54
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Well, well, I didn’t have time to tell
I didn’t have time to make much sense in the factory of reflection
Nite bird in a dive barn can tell
You know that it can see so well by the light of the moon
The back way is only what I’m trying to say
If only I had time to make some sense of your quiet forgery
By the time that I was gone
I was not far and it was not long
You tried to leave me on the floor for a sedentary song
Well, well, I didn’t have time to tell
I didn’t have time to tell
I didn’t have time to tell
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8. |
Nonpareilles
02:55
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Corncob harmonicas and cowboy tv
Nonpareilles in handfuls so far away from me
A horse’s neck at the bar and grill, starting to feel okay
The rich tint of melancholia in a lonely place
Hit the cemetery today
Haven’t mowed a lawn in 15 years
I say how everything’s too soon
to the ear of a sympathetic peer
In front of our stupid eyes…
(a cyborg is taken by surprise
we lose control on cruise control
get out of town
in the premium rain
a cyborg is taken by surprise
in the premium rain…)
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9. |
Locusts
02:52
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And when the dust settles, you’re still a dick
Bore me to life with your quartz in the dirt bummer schtick
And when the dust settles, I’m sorry for it
Waiting for footprints alongside that grasshopper shit
They’re only called locusts when and if they swarm
I’ve seen them on the runway crying…
And when the party’s over, you’re glossy and sick
Tipped off by losers, your welcome has worn pretty thin
But we will welcome you—I promise you it
We’ll be smoking them/having them ’til we forget the tickets
Demolition anchors you and keeps you warm
I’ve seen them on the runway crying…
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10. |
Licorice Convicts
01:05
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11. |
It's a Nice Time
04:41
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It’s a nice time, but I’ll waste it all the same
Vortexing with nothing to say
Silent I: declaration of my name
Future radiation on its way
Music box with only twenty plays
Listening, the ocean fortifies me in this way
It’s a nice time, but I’ll waste it all the same
It’s a nice time, but I’ll waste it all the same
From afar, singers instead of alarms
Sirens haunting
Then I wake up laughing in their arms
It’s a nice time, but I’ll waste it all the same
It’s a nice time, but I’ll waste it all the same
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