1. |
Paisley Shirts Are Intro
00:42
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Be all that you want to be, you can do nothing wrong.
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2. |
Rosa
02:06
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Rosa, what promises are you slandering with your tongue?
Rosa, what feelings are you hiding from in your songs?
Far from your mind, far from your heart
There's not enough time to play every part
Rosa, remember what they said when you used to be young?
Rosa, how did you get this way?
Far from your kind, far from your heart
There's not enough time to play every part
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3. |
Pick An Idea
02:00
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Pick an Idea slowly apart
From you have always held to your heart
Mother's milk and changing tides
Cannot wipe the droplets from your eyes
Find me in the grassy dales
With a rifle and garbage pail
Rummaging amongst the muck
Siphoning gas from a pick-up truck
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4. |
Dinner At The Stove
01:12
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Keep the burner on,
I think it's nice and calm when the gas leaks.
Fill it up with smoke,
don't forget to coat last week's dinner for two.
Plain pasta and Ragu; It's not always a feast,
At least it beats the beast that troubles me.
Once more,
A knocking at the door can ruin a day or two.
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5. |
Just Figure It Out
01:41
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Concerned with wages, born empty of guilt.
Animals left in cages deny the spilt milk.
A knocker knocks three times or more,
The ceiling fan spins round to the floor
I just can't figure it out
All the times, you screamed and you shout.
A counterculture icon lay dead.
A bullet passed so swiftly through his head.
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6. |
Calling What Is Ours
00:42
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Who is to say it could never be like this?
The talk that floats round, just like the fog and mist.
Each step moves backwards, lying in backyards,
Swimming up summer's dream, just like a fish.
Calling what is ours
In the night.
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7. |
Sunny Day
01:06
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Sunny day in the city that you live.
Take a walk through the park,
Peel back the tree bark.
Take a glance at a world you never see.
I hear the sounds of dogs barking,
Through the distant pre-paid parking lot.
I give a smile to the shop keeper,
His nod was heavy as a rock.
Sunny day.
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8. |
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The sky is falling, falling, falling,
The sky is falling to the earth.
Help me find my mother, help me find my sister too,
Help me find my brother
I don't know what I'm going to do.
The sky is falling, falling, falling,
The sky is falling to the ground.
Help me find my mother, help me find my sister too,
Help me find my brother
Buried beneath this earth, my son.
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9. |
Relate To You
02:13
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While your lovesick needy gestures
Build shadows in the dark.
I weep inside, but mask it with stern emotion.
The incandescent light bulb glows
A chain of rings above your heart,
Encompassing what I've treated as a mere token.
Broken are the ways that I could ever relate to you.
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10. |
I've Got A Secret
01:27
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I've got a secret, that you don't know
When I walk down the street of a city at night
Walk through the shit of a dog's afterlife
Stumble through the mud of a city once bright
I've got a secret, that you don't know
When I wait for your smile at the foot of the bed
Wait for the baker and his artisan bread
Wait for the signal with the nod of your head
I don't take my time, cause it's all a ride
I don't feel alright cause you must decide
You got to decide
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11. |
Silver Platter
02:10
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Carry it away on a silver platter
Right next to your plastic grapes
Unpickable but green
Is the table clean for another meal
At the very top of a dandelion clock
Lies the aggregate fruit
Blown like a flute in the wind
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12. |
People Hold Onto Things
02:28
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Like the boy wishing for war
He wets his pants at the first chance to fight
The confrontational tour
Wipe your palms on the charms of delight
You will hold onto these things for a long time
The burden of the daily chore
Wraps your mind in a bind of fright
Dilapidated culture
Don't you pout till it's out of sight
You will hold onto these things for a long time
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13. |
Transitional Song
02:03
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The doctor appeared at the door
So distraught he could not say a word
Blood was curdling over his farmer tan
Yes he was a man missing a limb
The nurse was hurling yesterday's dinner in the wastebasket
No need for a casket, he'll live another day
But what had become of the mess he had made?
What had become of it all?
The staircase was a trap
The unified Martian map, of colonial conquests
Almighty take a stab at it.
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14. |
I See You In The Dark
01:53
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I got loaded in the bathroom of the 76
Late one Thursday night
I wiped the blood clean off my arm
And flicked off the fluorescent light
I stumbled outside and sat on the ground
He was already there
He said "Get up let's have a smoke"
The owner began to stare
So we walked, yeah we walked
Give me a chance to talk
We walked, yeah we walked
Lying on a stranger's front lawn
We're lying on a stranger's front lawn
We walked, yeah we walked
We ended up at the park
We walked, yeah we walked
I see you in the dark
I know it's you in the dark
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15. |
Can't You
02:28
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Can't you come on a long event here
Without what you would surely forget dear
I'm not even sure what you mean when you say these things
But I know that you can lift me off my feet
And it stops when you leave to carry on alone
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16. |
Life Is A Simple Request
02:17
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Well, life is a simple request,
It starts with lifting your dress
Over everything you've ever seen.
Cardboard mattresses, taxi limousine,
A mouth glued shut from a murder in the street.
It's impossible to hide behind the makeup and grief.
Well, life is a simple request,
It begins with insulting your guest at the dinner party.
Broken glass on the floor,
Your mother's finger pointing at the door.
Tears fill the saltiest sea.
It's impossible to hide beneath the covers tonight.
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17. |
You've Got Something
02:10
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You've got nothing to lose
Your beauty is a noose around your neck
But you've got something too
It glistens in the light
And with a speck, I could see you anytime
You've got something to choose
It's not a figment of my mind
I've got nothing here
I knew it was you
I knew it was now I have something to play with
Bury me into the dirt
Bury me into the and I can find my way out again.
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