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Hello Winter
04:12
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Can you feel the static coming?
Incandescent feet of giants crossing
oh the precious winds of your mind?
In formation
That’s how I feel right now
So say hello, say hello
So say hello, say hello
You say hello, say hello
Do you see the soundless glow
from years ago
being slain by
all the timid goodbyes?
And every bird, still, frozen
Every moment
will remain unspoken
Stare through my thoughts for no reason
Keep my sneakers for such treason
Just let go of me, that’s your mission
And you, don’t fail us, not this season
Can you feel the frost approaching?
Magnetic crying eyes of owls in
oh a slowly fluttering rust
Suspended in the air
like if asking the dust
So say hello, say hello
So say hello, say hello
You say hello, say hello
Demons bay, I stay for no reason
and let the wrong one in my prison
Just let go of me, that’s your mission
And you, don’t fail us, not this season
Just let go of me, that’s your mission
And you, don’t fail us, not this season
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I slip through the cracks,
take your hand with a smile
“wake up, wake up, wake up”
My miniature you’d see
if you crawled out your window
Sure it’s cold these days
The cobblestones they rub my cape
I’ve always tried to look like a gentleman
All this and more I thought
while in Belmont Heights
When I found someone with
whom to talk alone
A rustling silhouette
imploring to leave this place
A whole new level,
a brand new day of carelessness
stretches out ahead
The everyday fake fir
Can’t you see that you bore her?
Come on, come on, come on
With marble eyes I try
to teach you from the hourglass,
but it’s like one of these dreams
where I implode into a squeal
and not even I can hear myself scream
All this and more I thought
while in Meigs Field
When I found someone with
whom to talk alone
A rustling silhouette
unable to leave this place
A whole new level,
a brand new day of carelessness
stretches out ahead
I’d love to see your eyes glow
Too bad I’m dead since I don’t know
For now you can ignore me
Tomorrow I’ll slip through the cracks
and take your hand
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3. |
(They Had) Beards
02:33
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They had beards
so we grew beards
And then you grew a beard too
So we all had beards
when the rest grew beards
There was lavish praise,
wishful thinking
A heartfelt photographing of common dreams
We followed you into a sugarcube in the sun
Once up there
young pages glared
Nothing shone but it was great
The castle spun
The walls, undone
There was devotion,
swoons, emotions
All too lovely squalid for words
And when eagles dared
to flog our eyes,
we took our hands
and held them tight
Hoping we still could make it through the night
Well, everything should forever last
But all the while with a smile, with our beards,
our questions
took us to a new church
We stormed into the main hall,
where mouths were filled
with sudden stars
There stood the knife
we were divided by:
Another king with a very active sleep life
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4. |
My Fondly Fahrenheit
04:30
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You can be these tides you don’t trust
In the morning, after
the changing of the guards
and all the laughter
He can be these hands, moon and milk,
just right before you
hold aloft the trophy
Let’s murmur softly:
We can be carefully laid out, paralyzed,
above the sea
And you, you bursting into flames,
be our juggler slumped over the waves
You can be our midfielder, yes you can
(Slumped over the waves)
You play the game the right way, yes you do
(Slumped over the rules)
You can be these books you can’t read
In the evening, after
the animals awake
and the fences fracture
She can be queen, phone operator,
in a foreign language
only you can speak,
my sleeping driver
We can be carefully laid out, paralyzed,
above the sea
And you, you bursting into flames,
be our juggler slumped over the waves
You can be our midfielder, yes you can
(Slumped over the waves)
You play the game the right way, yes you do
(Slumped over the rules)
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5. |
How I Met Your Head
06:00
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Decorated
with your girlfriend’s boyfriends’ ex-friends’ mist
Made of one too many mornings
like a rich Marwood,
like a cool Withnail from the East
You, you really had the nerve
to announce they really had the nerve
But I do remember a time
yes when you used to sport your life
on an empty canvas
after you flung the curtains wide
And I don’t know, I don’t know
I got to feed your hopes from the start
But you’re a big boy now
I’d rather let you down
Fluxing with old Einstein to the past,
to when I took to the meths
before I had to exile myself
Arrives a time of dust, of quests,
of newness in the air,
of clutching onto anything and asking
“Please, keep me away from prying eyes
Keep me away from dreadful lips”
But now, with plasticine intentions
Jaded shallowness
The same old little plans
in your metallic universe
Man, I don’t know, I don’t know
I see no secret to it at all
If you’re a big boy now
I’d rather let you down
Melting plastic aerial covered up your face
Looking like the rest again
That’s how I met your head
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6. |
The Future
02:42
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7. |
Your War Games
04:32
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It was flaming hot the day your mom
gave birth to you, her only son
The ceiling fan cut up the sun
into a puzzle on the tiles
where your dad melted undecided
You grew up tall in Wealth and Art
Well, I guess you were just like us
Some nights we used to run and hide
out in the woods like fireflies
The moon hung low
and that was all I needed then
But you needed more
You settled as a beggar and asked her
“May I stay in
and forever stand upon your peak,
with not a thing to sigh for or to seek?”
And now the rain falls down
The rain falls down
Well, I wanted it all, yes,
but not like that
There will be days like giant wings
right upon my shoulders
And nights keen on beauty
And you'll be none
No, you’ll be none
You’ll be none of them to me
A sparrow’s purr, a dragon’s breath
did toll the brilliant hour when
your ten brilliant fingers assessed
how much better you were than them
How far better that clown could be
compared to all the rest
And the many miles without a clue
I should cover with both hands glued
to my one dream
Recurring dream
And now the rain falls down
The rain falls down
Well, I wanted it all, yes,
but not like that
There will be days like giant wings
right upon my shoulders
And nights keen on beauty
And you'll be none
No, you’ll be none
You’ll be none of them to me
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8. |
Better Badges
05:23
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You can tame the atom,
be sweet as morning haze
Who cares? Not me
I’ll be so blissfully, blissfully unaware
No matter what you throw first
Everything lands the same on the waxing moon
I cannot help myself from tasting her
You can wear
the daybreak on your new dress
Steal the sea
Will I care? Will I see
how you, with beautiful disdain,
walk on the gasoline?
No matter what you throw first
Everything lands the same on the waxing moon
I cannot help myself from tasting her
You can teach me
You can feed me
Brim with electricity
What’s wrong? I don’t know
But if you close your eyes,
take my hand, be my ghost
to the rhythm of destruction I impose
Just close your eyes and I’ll close mine
No matter what you throw first
Everything lands the same on the waxing moon
I cannot help myself from tasting her
You’ll never know, never know,
the badges I wear when I
am with her, am with her
How little I care when I
soothe you mind, aching mind
Perception
Your roving soul
Waning love, waning love
Distance
The time is now
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9. |
The Useless Sea
04:33
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When we found your mute remains,
you were dressed in a tree-shaped giant glove
You stood floating like a hair
in the useless sea, where no one cared
Take me with you
from this blemished broken world
Feed me one more ace tab and let me go
Here’s to you dear Andrew, no we never met
You didn’t like this gaudy century
and you just left
When we found your giant glove,
your lips shone with pomegranate juice drops
You stood naked on a rock
A face like one million girlfriends
dumping this world
Take me with you
from this antiseptic land
Feed me one more ace tab, make me understand
Here’s to you dear Andrew, no we never met
You didn’t like this gaudy century
and off you went
Yes, you ran away
Wiped out
any morning after regret left
Regret, regret, regret
So accurately, it was scary
We’ll take it easy
Won’t ever think of you as ours anymore
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10. |
Sandy Denny Called
01:18
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11. |
Dear Tourist
04:30
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We don’t speak
We’re not on speaking terms
We shall probably want to live,
to nightswim, nightswim
Dear Vampire,
embrace me, break my neck
Solitude can go a long way
these days, these days
The wheels clatter by, we’re all mad
The white lightning bolts of dawn
Stroke the mossy walls
and hide back
The wheels clatter by, we’re all mad
The white lightning bolts of dawn
Stroke the mossy walls
in the morning
Lip-synching against the red blue sky
Gymnasts say “Goodbye dear engine”
as you drive by, you drive by
Inhale the musty smell
The silver stairs
swallow you up, my dear tourist
Take this train to catch that plane
Been waiting since the day you called me
on the blue backs of the flock and, you know
Right or wrong
I will stay
Been waiting since the day you called me
on the blue backs of the flock and, you know
Right or wrong
I will stay
here forever
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12. |
Green Lips Parted
03:23
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Choose me from all the rest
Come on my love
Drive back to the future
Say not a single word
Come on my love
I’ve fallen in love with you
in the most unromantic places
I’ve waited ages
to put all the clocks right,
drunk-dial you in the night
And make your green lips part
Today’s been a day and a half
Come on my love
It’s not possible
to love and to part
Computer says no
I want to make Chinese eyes
Have another shot of the neon lights
Wreck the engine
Be killed by the girl with
lungs in her water lilies
You made my blue lips part
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13. |
Ants
02:40
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Let him put my watch right
Let me play, knees on your floor
And see your old hands feeding you
When you were around
there were no ants to be found, no
Ask me how the music’s going
and remind me so much of her
Now that other feet walk this floor
it doesn’t mean it’s got to be worse
Now you’re not around
there’ll be no ants to be found, no
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14. |
Falls On Big City
18:39
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We carry the fire
We will die in the snow
If that’s the furthest we can go,
that’s the furthest we can go
I am just going outside
and may be some time
It’s alright
What’s to happen? I don’t mind
I know we’re done
And it shows that we had some fun
And it shows that you had some fun
And it shows that they had some fun
while we fought it to the last,
while we fought it to the last
While we tried to the last
We should have used dogs, dogs, dogs
and still more doggies
But we chose the fat sirens,
the cardboard boxes,
the booze and the light in your eyes
As we set out to seek and find and not to yield
To seek and find and not to yield
To seek and find
We flew like imperfect birds
The last place on Earth
Our own demise
This, on which my thoughts mostly dwell
This, on which my thoughts mostly dwell
This, on which my thoughts mostly dwell
Sir, I’m afraid you’ll come to regret
Sir, I’m afraid you’ll come to regret
not taking my advice
We should have used dogs, dogs, dogs
Fuck the ponies
But we chose to rock jumpers,
to shut ourselves in a maze,
to forfeit the sight of your face
To seek and find and not to yield
To seek and find and not to yield
To seek and find
It may be time to go,
unfold our bare hands, step out of this tent
The cold is biting, goodbye to you, off we go
But everybody knows
that in this fighting there’s a painless end
so don't you worry
No, no, no
Don’t you worry
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