1. |
Red Robe
04:53
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Artificial fire glow,
Fools us when it's cold,
But I'm the fool you know,
Your smile is my gold.
Explosions in the news,
Shrapnel tearing you in two,
Take me by my string cut hand, babe,
We'll take our love underground.
Where do you want to go,
in your little red robe,
Tell me where to go,
And I'll follow that little red robe.
Rain is coming down,
It's pooling on that black ground,
When the water runs clear,
That's when we'll know the time is near.
We'll build ourselves a little boat,
And float on down that old road,
Sadie dog me and you,
In your little red robe.
Where do you want to go,
In your little red robe,
Tell me where to go,
And I'll follow that little red robe.
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2. |
UFO
05:09
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Forlorn sky,
Chicken pocked moon,
Self prescribed consequence,
It'll all end soon.
When good time lights,
Have an omniscient glow,
One disapproving glance,
Shot down the UFO.
Is this how...
Christmas Card stranger,
Predict lacklust doom,
With fast food fingers,
God built this room.
When exhausted love,
Needs a cash crop curfew,
And the green bean bunny,
Rejects top hats aplenty.
Is this how it was,
When comfort was a gift,
Nothing was expected,
No parlor room tricks.
So who forgives the sun,
For shining too bright,
If you give it a moment,
The shade won't feel right,
You can meditate for months,
They'll let you carry a sword,
Become a walking contradiction,
Someone's Martian Boy Lord.
But would they exist,
If we didn't know,
Some unorthodox experiment,
A late night picture show.
Tell me how it was,
When comfort was a gift,
And nothing was expected,
No parlor room tricks.
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3. |
Mama Papineau
03:15
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Broken English,
French perfume,
Viceroy cherries light the sky.
Three millimeters of Quebecois tongue,
That's what makes the accent dry.
Here I sit in at this table,
Sweating Bullet into glass,
Wondering how the hell I got here,
Why the hell we didn't last?
Leonard Coen eating pizza,
Brian Wilson takes his coffee black,
The models in the cafe next door,
Don't you know their too young to act?
In a flat with the League of Justice,
Fighting ancient crime every god damn day.
Think I'll take my mind off, read this paper here you know,
Je ne parle pas français!
Hey
So spike your god damn poutine,
With the pieces of my cut up heart,
I travelled 800 miles to be here my dear,
It was fucked from the start.
Now I'm down by the river,
With my good friend Goider Gary,
Things are going really great.
Paid $29.10 for a 1 minute speech,
But his medicine...
You know his medicine tastes like shit.
Mama Papineau
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4. |
Skeletone
02:18
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I see you skeleton,
Shrouded in mystery,
Hanging from a chicken wire,
Laying right next to me,
Alone on the rock pile,
Gateway to history,
I see you skeleton bones.
I see your skeleton,
Laying there glistening,
Down by railway yard,
Along the old dry stream,
Under the neighbors barn,
Like on a movie screen,
I see your skeleton bones.
Silent like an old guru,
Hidden like the purest stream,
Cold as an ex-lovers touch,
Judgingly smiling but listening...yes listening.
I see your skeleton,
Shrouded in mystery,
Hanging from a chicken wire,
Laying right next to me,
Alone on the rock pile,
Gateway to history,
I see your skeleton bones.
I see those skeleton bones.
How did they get here?
Have I been alone long?
I see your skeleton bones.
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5. |
Venus Meets the Sun
04:10
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6. |
Funeral Attire
03:59
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If I say one word tonight,
Will it fill your mind with sin set your soul afire,
Or will it miss it's mark, put out the spark, and capsize the pyre?
If I take one drink tonight,
Will it do the trick and help me walk the line,
Or will a hole open up, swallow this town, when I drain the Boneyard dry?
I'll just keep my nose up when walking round,
Because the bullshit smells sweeter out on the town.
If I wear the dead man's shirt tonight,
Will I see the world like him in a familiar light,
Or will his old cologne penetrate my bones and leave me cracked and dry?
I'll just keep my nose clean when laying down,
Because the bullshit smells sweeter underground.
Yes the bullshit smells sweeter with you around.
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7. |
Seahorses
04:56
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Snow falls gently,
It covers everything,
But inside,
Our hearts remain warm.
Smoke floats softly,
Through dim lit rooms,
A sleeping dog,
Her laughter calms the storm.
Eyes they see everything,
Strong frame,
Fresh paint,
The canvas remains torn.
Shame,
It overtakes me,
Why can't I be the man I want to be,
Not the child I was born.
You always say that things are fine,
I think I know just what you mean,
Seahorses may be bad swimmers,
They live everywhere in the sea,
Seahorses my be bad swimmers,
They live everywhere in the sea,
Do the voices we make have purpose,
Is the purpose we are here to see?
She,
She smiles sweetly,
Across the table in the place,
That I now call home.
We,
We have history,
And in this moment,
A fierce battle we have won.
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