1. |
Going at All
03:59
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Lavender, you calm down
With the red side of the blue.
Oh, I get so high
When I am not afraid of you.
Wound up getting tighter
As I have been known to do.
Say my prayers before I find out
Where and when and why and who.
Paranoia.
Paranoia.
Outside, there is everything
Except for what’s in here.
I imagine what the world would be
If all the walls could hear.
Anything you ever thought
You’d need to say out loud
Could alleviate the pain
Of never writing some things down.
Listen always.
Listen all ways.
A little piece of heaven
On the wrong side of the road.
I’ve got my Mickey-Vision on
In someone else’s clothes.
Seeing behind reasons behind
Feeling so at home.
There is something that excites me
Far beyond the great unknown.
Going nowhere.
Going somewhere.
Going anywhere.
Going at all.
Going nowhere.
Going somewhere.
Going anywhere.
Going everywhere.
Going at all.
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2. |
Summer and the Snow
03:56
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Laid down in the snow.
Did you remember to be frozen?
Everything was golden
When I closed my eyes.
Frostbite on my spine.
I never thought I could be colder.
But, now that I am oder,
I can deal
With the freezing night
With such delight
And an unrelenting feeling of defeat.
Esteem’s like, “everything is fleeting,
Nothing has no meaning,
And I can deal.”
Snowy mountain,
Have your socks begun to dry?
Everything is coming to a melting block of ice.
Still, it’s water.
And i get so thirsty now.
So, I’ll sip on this all day
Until the sun goes down.
Cold sand on my mind.
Do you have sentimental feelings
Toward ordinary beings
Or is that just me?
Things are slower
When you get down on your back
And you put your arms out wide
As if your wings were growing back.
And you let the Snowy Plovers
Join until it’s over
And we can fly.
Sandy mountain,
Have your socks begun to dry?
With your retreat,
The places we can sit divides by three
Stoney pillars
Are the only points that show
But if we dig,
The sand will show
It’s holding on
To Summer and the snow
Holding on
To Summer and the snow
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3. |
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Hey,
What have I got to say?
To lock myself away?
You’d have to be absurd.
Don’t say a word.
Would you want to be known
As the one who stacked the deck?
Remember when
You said you’d win?
Well, you showed them.
But not without a little help.
I can forge ahead
And live to tell.
They’re none the wiser.
Give yourself a break.
You’ve barely been forgotten,
You can forge a head.
You haven’t lost them.
E.D. Cope and O.C. Marsh
E.D. Cope and O.C. Marsh
E.D. Cope and O.C. Marsh
E.D. Cope and O.C. Marsh
It’s just a matter of names
It’s just a matter of names
It’s just a matter of names
It’s just a matter of names
It’s just a matter of E.D. Cope and O.C. Marsh
It’s just a matter of E.D. Cope and O.C. Marsh
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4. |
The Way
02:59
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There’s no other way
No other time
No other place to see a man
Give in to gold
Than on a throne.
Well, that’s the last time he says thank you
To the man
He used to be
He doesn’t recognize his old friend
But that’s the way
It has to be
For him to carry on like this.
Cower in the corner
So the man won’t have to
See you sweating bullets
Puncture walls
On a good day, there is nothing to report
But we have coverage
All day long
And through the night
What does that say
About the way
It has to be
For him to carry on like this?
Voices getting louder
Than you’d ever thought they’d ever have to.
Voices getting louder
Than you’d ever thought they’d ever have to.
Voices getting louder
Voices getting louder
I hear voices getting louder
Voices getting louder
I hear voices getting louder
Voices getting louder
I hear voices getting louder
Voices getting louder
‘Cause
There’s no other way
No other time
No other place to see a man
Give in to gold
Than on a throne.
Well, that’s the last time he says thank you.
Well, that’s the last time he says thank you.
Well, that’s the last time he says thank you.
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5. |
Writings on Collage
01:08
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Ten
You’ve got your eyes closed again
Five is a reasonable number
And two
With three
Is something
More
I’m not the only
One
Who’s
For it and,
Ten
You’ve got your eyes closed again
Oh,
Doo-doo
Doo-doo
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6. |
Walking on Water
04:26
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Come to the bedroom.
Bring your eyes.
Gideon can wait.
So much time.
And turn left the dial.
Sound on fire.
Cones pound and flutter.
With the time.
With the time.
And you don’t have to worry,
No, you don’t have to worry.
And we’re in no hurry.
We haven’t got the time.
Soaked through our stories
Is the dry.
Wooden ships worth sailing.
When it’s night.
When it’s night.
And you don’t have to worry,
No, you don’t have to worry.
And we’re in no hurry.
We haven’t got the time.
I try to walk on water, but
I sink and drown
I’m going down
I try to walk on water, but
I sink and drown
I’m going down
I try to walk on water, but
I sink and drown
I’m going down
I try to walk on water, but
I sink and drown
I’m going down
Down
Down
Down
And you don’t have to worry,
No, you don’t have to worry.
And we’re in no hurry.
We haven’t got the time.
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7. |
Happy Thoughts
04:25
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Everybody knows
Everyone’s a ghost
Of their last pose.
Taking off our coats
To show our peeling skin.
We’re losing touch.
I thought that they’d remember.
Far from your cave
Where you were last seen
Smiling for a past me
Thinking happy thoughts
Means never turning off.
Leading with a nose
That always seems to glow.
I think it might be frozen.
Seeing through the lens
Of reminiscing friends.
We’re losing touch.
I thought that they’d remember.
Far from your cave
Where you were last seen
Smiling for a past me
Thinking happy thoughts
Means never turning off.
Please, tell me it’s my fault
Or, tell me what I need to hear:
That it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
At least that’s what I’ll tell myself.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
At least that’s what I’ll tell myself.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
Yeah, it’s all right.
At least that’s what I’ll tell myself.
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8. |
Fits
01:37
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Better get out of range.
Here come all the soldiers.
It sure ain’t getting colder every year.
Starting up the engines.
Turning on the lights.
Having lots of sparkle in the air.
And all these color photographs
Are screaming, “I’m important!”
Someone look at me!
Like me!
Like me!
Like me!”
I
R
M
O
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9. |
Teeth
03:43
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Settle down.
You can leave your own head.
Quiet down.
Let the loud things pass you by.
But, don’t just let the loud things pass you by.
Let your heart lead.
Give your head a beak.
And smile.
Remember to smile.
Everyone is counting your teeth.
To see if they’re there.
They’ll say, “there, there.”
When they see you’ve
Ground them to powder
Now your tongue is just for tracing in the lines
We should be
Inside facing out.
We should be
Outside facing in.
We’re the ones.
We are out of time.
Inside facing out
Outside facing in
We are out of time
Inside facing out
Outside facing in
We are out of time
Inside facing out
Outside facing in
We are out of time
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10. |
The Point of the Beat
03:27
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Progress
Is never wanting to say no
To bobbing heads
And dancers
Line up the center of the floor
With moving feet.
Well, if that’s the point of progress,
Then what’s the point of the beat?
Feeling on top
Is quite the logical perspective.
But when the bobbing heads are moving,
It’s the grass under their feet
That keeps me from ruling.
Well, if that’s the point of progress,
Then what’s the point of the beat?
At least you’re the loudest in the room
If that’s what you’re after
You’re the loudest in the room
There can’t be more of a reason
For people to hear you
At least you’re the loudest in the room.
Know your worth.
No disappointment
When you work
On your enjoyment
Has to come from something
That’s the point of the beat.
Know your worth
No disappointment
When you work
On your enjoyment
Has to come from something
That’s the point of the beat.
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