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Heaven's For Squares
04:04
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There’s my ghost.
Watch her fly away.
Where does she go?
Does she fly up to Heaven?
No, I don’t think so.
There are so many places she’d rather go.
Here’s my guess:
This is as good as it gets
And I’m impressed.
Does she fly up to Heaven,
Paradise up above?
It’s the mountains that she’d be dreaming of.
Bury me on the hillside where I’m useful
Please don’t send my soul away while
My heart’s in the oceans and deserts.
Does she fly up to Heaven?
No, I don’t think so.
There are so many places she’d rather go.
Does she go up to Heaven,
Paradise up above?
It’s the mountains that she’d be dreaming of.
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Cupid's Disease
02:46
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Oh, and it’s so groovy,
I like the cut of your jib.
Listen to the experts,
But make sure it’s some way to live.
Sketching kites from boxes
Some cupid’s got in your head.
Lusting after all things
Is beautiful if you’ll soon be dead.
Oh, it’s so groovy
When youth feels more imminent than death
Listen to the experts,
But dance in the time you have left.
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3. |
Wild Cat
02:54
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Come my love, the isle is white and misty.
Hear the lonesome whale's mournful call.
I have followed you into the belly of the beast,
And I'll stay till the rain turns my insides moldy.
Wild as night, a species tame as day.
Wild as night, your shadow's growing older.
I have covered for you, and you always run away.
Please stay wild, for that's a gift to me.
Old king drongo's noble crest has cursed him.
He has isolated all his friends.
Oh how pleased God is with him,
Heaven's king among the birds,
But his earthly life remains a hell.
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Puppet Promenade
02:32
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5. |
Hot Tongue
03:32
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In my heart the dancers are spinning to steady rhythms sublime
‘Neath the ribcage ceilings they whisper, “Darling, always, always be mine.”
Poor Gemini souls wondering, following, dipping and cooling their tongues
Hoping to be swept away, cessation in the lift of their lungs
There are no words, my jewel,
I’m speechless whilst near you,
I’m speechless whilst near you,
There’s plenty to sing about
But my lips are just soundproof.
How I marvel at just the fact that you should care about me
How my heart beats the tango simply when I hear you speak
From the oboe of your windpipe to the xylophone notches of your spine,
Your musical body enchants me; how divine!
There are no words, darling,
I’m speechless whilst near you,
I’m speechless whilst near you,
There’s plenty to sing about
But my lips are just soundproof.
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6. |
Wildflowers
03:52
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My eyes are wildflowers
They grow in my guts
They grow up my throat
My skull is filled with them.
I am the world
I am the world
My eyes are flowers and my
Spirit’s too wild for this place.
My breast is made of glass
I cannot conceal
What’s hidden inside
My heart, and I’m not alone.
I am the world
I am the world
My breast is glass and my
Soul is apart from me.
This earth’s my sanctuary
But I’m rarely here.
My spirit’s too wild for this place.
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7. |
Silver Spoons
03:20
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You’re so cold with all your fancy jewelry
You’re so cold with your expensive wine.
And my rent takes almost all my paycheck
But I feel high all of the time.
You can keep your caviar and cheeses,
I’ve no need for any silver spoons.
Yes your fast cars and fine shoes bore me
‘Cause I’ve got mountains and all this living to do.
All your fine champagne in top-floor lounges
Can’t compete with dirt cheap beer in the woods
And I’ve no need for evening gowns at dinner
I’ve got love, so much, and it’s so good.
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Gypsy, my frail and sickly child
Mommy has got you
Mommy will care for you and she’ll
Make sure the neighbors see.
Honey, let’s get you to surgery.
Money’s no object
Daddy, he loves you,
And he’ll pay for that till he dies.
Oh, my love, I’m swimming in sympathy.
Lord above frowns down on me,
But I don’t mind. It’s gold to me.
Gypsy, my frail and sickly child
Mommy is watching
Mommy will watch you always
And you’ll suffer out there.
Honey, you’ll never be alone.
My friends will cosset you
My friends will cosset me
I’ll never be alone.
Oh, my love, I’m swimming in sympathy.
Lord above frowning down on me,
But I don’t mind. It’s gold to me.
No, I don’t mind. It’s gold to me.
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9. |
Canyon Street
02:12
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Sister, who
The waves have carried a way
Do you
See me now?
Sister, do
Your children await you, or are you
Alone? You’re free now.
Sister, who
Breathed the river
So gently did
God hold you down
Sister, do
Your children await you, or are you
Alone? You’re free now.
Now’s not the time to pray.
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Brain-Rocks
03:56
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Songs and words cross the ocean.
Und mein Schatz, they’re just as blue, oh.
Crinkled eyes in the mornings
Because you said I’d never be alone, no.
Oh, and your friendship gives me pride!
You can smile in any language; it’s all the same.
And together, we’re alive like Alaska’s colored skies,
But this planet’s big, and we’re small
Thoughts of you give me headaches.
Just leftover rocks from when I let you leave, oh
Oh, violin sounds in my speakers,
With hope, they will never be the same.
And God won’t say a word as lovely as your speak of birds,
But She’ll get better with time.
Oh, and I smile through all your letters;
From whence they came is where I’d love to be.
And through my woes did I learn your name in due time.
As nations fight, we survive.
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11. |
The Curmudgeon Song
03:00
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I love you like dogs
Love to get indoors
And love to chew socks
I even love you a little more.
And I know that you want me to come out and go
Dancing with you,
But tonight I’d rather stay inside
And maybe play a song or two.
It’s lovely outdoors
Lovely enough to walk in it
Even though it’s cold
I still want to walk in it
And you said that you want me to come out and dance,
It’ll be cool for real,
But tonight I’d rather stay inside
And maybe eat some cereal
It’s not that your hair’s too messy today
And it’s not that I don’t care for fun
I promise that next time I’ll dress up real cute
And dance ‘till the dancing is done
I love you like dogs
Love to eat vomit
And howl at the moon
And every comet
And I know that you want me to come out and go
Dancing with you,
But tonight I’d rather stay inside
And think of other things to do.
But it won’t make me stop loving you.
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It’s been a while since we were reptiles,
Sticking our tongues in the air.
I packed my car and drove till the world restarted,
Evolving only to lose myself here.
Ratted apparatus, how long
Until the system goes down?
Goofing all the night away, Sleep
forever like an old basset hound.
I’m going home
I’m going home
I bend, I break
My skeleton tells my stories for me.
At some point I must have realized
I’ll never find me ‘til I stop looking
But Lord knows I’ll try
Until California gets swallowed up by the sea.
It’s been a while since we were reptiles,
Sticking our tongues in the air.
I packed my car and drove till the world restarted
Evolving only to lose most my hair.
I’m going home
I’m going home
I bend, I break
My skeleton tells my stories for me.
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13. |
La Vie En Rose
07:06
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JeniSage Sidwell Salt Lake City, Utah
I first met JeniSage
with rocks in her head.
she tried to blow the french horn but
she
blew
her
nose
instead!
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