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When the Dawn Fades
00:48
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Sometimes I know/feel that I have trouble opening up
you gotta push a button on my back to make my heart light up, push that lever down, make my arms move in a symmetrical fashion roughly reminiscent of action.
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3. |
Troubles Fall
01:02
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I struggle to express myself but I find it's all in vain
my troubles, all redoubled, fall on my head again
my friends are so supportive, or at least I think they'd be
if I could tell anyone about what's troubling me.
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all must fade away
01:27
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all must fade away, distant hiss of the satellites.
all that's gold or grey goes away into the night.
all must fade away, distant hiss of the satellites.
ships float on the waves, enemies are not far from sight.
all must fade away, distant hiss of the satellites.
all that's gold or grey goes away into the night.
all must fade away, distant hiss of the satellites.
ships float on the waves, enemies are not far from sight.
all must fade away, distant hiss of the satellites.
all that's gold or grey goes away into the night.
all must fade away, distant hiss of the satellites.
ships float on the waves, enemies are not far from sight.
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5. |
A way home
00:51
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the White Walls of Home
01:29
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Oh the moon was big bright eye, a silver friend, like a coin to find.
old shadows rise, expand and breathe, like dusty ghosts under the weeds.
White like a lily, she was a pony, she wasn't really bred by Shoshone
the inside of hearts is always a secret - you can tell it, or you can keep it.
Thank you notes, life seems so cold. Envelopes to lick and fold.
His hands were rough and voice was rougher, and life's too tough to let him touch her.
White like a lily, she was a pony, she wasn't really bred by Shoshone.
the inside of hearts is always a secret - you can tell it or you can keep it.
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7. |
Hunter's Eve
00:50
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Watch the road turn red behind me, watch the road turn black again.
On hunter's eve they'll find me, wherever this old road ends.
Hunted and haunted, for most of the day,
and most of the rest of you feel the same way.
How can there be peace between our tribes?
Turn your backs and feel the sting of our knives.
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8. |
Sakura Ganbaru
01:00
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Just a cry in the wilderness but I'm not done with my crying
and if I said I was old Johnny Ray would say that I was lying
I'm 14 I'm 25 I'm 93 and I'm dying.
And that's the way it's gonna be for you and me but I'm still trying
I'm still edge til 91 still young til I die
and that's the way it's gonna be for me, I'll still try
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9. |
Lilies and Clover
01:16
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Your world will fall, but not in our lifetimes
no worries at all, won't pay for your crimes.
lay down your head, in lilies and clover,
no worries at all, your world is over,
so over my head and under my radar
no worries at all, you've taken it so far.
lay down your head, in lilies and clover
no worries at all, your world is over.
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10. |
Nostalgic Alchemy
00:40
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do you remember Spring Heeled Jack and Johnny Too Bad?
Or do you not remember shit cause you dropped too many tabs?
Let's sing a song of nostalgia to make us all feel glad
cause the past is always gold and the future's always crap
it's a strange kind of alchemy to turn that shit to gold
when you get to feeling that way you know you're getting old
it's a saturday morning yard sale where you stand out in the cold
you watch the things you used to care about so much getting sold
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11. |
Detective Alpha Andrews
01:09
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I been tracing paralytic automata as the main investigator of strange phenomena
waiting on the bus, denying I'm a dilettante.
I been pacing racing to identify diodes collected from a murder victim's third eye
staring at the breakfast cereal crusted on my tie.
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12. |
Anubis
00:55
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When I was young I was frightened of the monster at my door.
Now that I'm so enlightened, I'm scared of so much more.
The cancer that's consuming me, the war inside my head.
The grinning jackal ripping at the faces of the dead.
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13. |
snow white day
00:33
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I went out on a crystal morning, I went out on a snow white day.
Saw a face, comprehension dawning, come and see my disarray cause
I'm alone in a world so strange time to see my lanky baby
strange time to see my lanky baby yea. Strange time to see my lanky baby
strange time to see my lanky baby yea.
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14. |
the One Corey
01:41
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Feldman remains, but Haim is gone.
And I thought later, we could go see Tron
then just hang out in the lobby and watch the years go by.
Or go running to our mommies and just cry and cry and cry
Haim is gone, Feldman remains.
There's nothing left of this but blood and rust and rain
the garden gates are swinging, the roses are in bloom.
The bluebirds all are singing of our impending doom.
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15. |
leaving hell
01:14
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Got in a little trouble way down south,
looks like I don't know when to shut my mouth, so I'm out of here.
I lit out, out of hell,
things down there weren't goin so well, so I'm out of here.
devil can stick a pitchfork in his ass,
never did like to follow orders from the brass so I'm out of here.
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16. |
time to go home
02:09
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I was jerking it to a picture of her when we were just a little bit younger
and I felt the edge of the world unfurl it's time to go home.
I want my guitar and my old girlfriend, I wanna feel what I used to feel again
I want my Atari and Colecovision, it's time to go home.
I used to see shows at the El N' Gee down at 86 Golden Street
then hang out in New London til 2:30 then It's time to go home
and I wonder, where does the time go? Into a long dark tunnel
but solo flights across the atlantic will make it but if you flap too hard
your wings will break and send you spiralling into oblivion but if you leave
don't leave the TV on. death is final, faceless and arbitrary it's time to go home
if you think you might be ready. Get ready.
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17. |
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Why do you make it so hard to live with you? So hard, so hard to be me.
Because I make it so hard to live with me, so hard, so hard, to be you.
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18. |
The Cosmonaut
01:15
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I'm on this track like aphids on flowers
shot back to earth in a golden shower
controlling a console in a sheltered tower
anointed with oil on the appointed hour
six is a battleaxe with five attacks
rusting forgotten in the weapon racks
from atlantean waters spilling down
covering the fields and farms and town
spreading like cancer a viral harm
if you're ailin start flailing your arms
call me alien cause i'm gut bustin
music from my stomach like a teddy ruxpin
back from the future to do some knuckledustin
yearning turning gears so long left rusting
the accomplisments of others got put on a shelf
when you're doing rap lyrics you only talk about yourself
as a child my mind eternally sought egress
--------- twittering his thoughts at recess
reconsidering the fundamental precepts
so embittering to see that sun set.
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19. |
the Infidel
01:10
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She's picking fibreglass. Out of his hair, where did you sleep last night?
Was it with your robot girlfriend? All you ever did was fight
she's picking up on something - the future is as black as the stars
are whitewashed histories of you and me.
She's picking fibreglass. Out of his hair, where did you sleep last night?
Was it with your robot girlfriend? All you ever did was fight
she's picking up on something - the future is as black as the stars
are whitewashed histories of you and me.
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20. |
the Collector
00:34
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Cool! A micronaut!
burned by an inner fire, he's driven to acquire,
putting miles down on his tires to go the distance.
He's out there on the road, on his back he feels
the goading feeling, something good out there he might be missing.
The collector is a lonely, lonely man. He can only see what is in his hands.
The collector is a lonely, lonely man. He can only see what is in his hands.
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21. |
the Fascist
01:06
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The knife is sharp and the wood is rotten to the core, I hear their boots,
they're knocking down the door, like cicadas in my circadian rhythms.
Alien Arias. Alien Arias. Alien Arias. Alien Arias. Alien Arias. Alien Arias.
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22. |
the Soldier (unfinished)
00:58
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billy can crawl now billy can stand
born the son of militry man
first light was his mother's hands
and a song he couldn't understand
as he grew older it spoke to him
in a voice so dark and comforting
the warmth and solace darkness brings
a voice for all his secret things
in 69 he heard the song
the song of the bullets of the viet cong
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23. |
the Metamorph
01:58
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24. |
the Sailor
01:31
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When the dawn fades, the sailors carouse,
the ship turns blind when the stars go out.
Trailing in the wake in the fading light,
little animals glowing in the night
Deep in the night as I lay me down,
still water shining all around.
Still the song of the day resounds.
Deep in the night as I lay me down.
When the dawn fades, the sailors carouse,
the ship turns blind when the stars go out.
Trailing in the wake in the fading light,
little animals glowing in the night
Deep in the night as I lay me down,
still water shining all around.
Still the song of the day resounds.
Deep in the night as I lay me down.
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25. |
the Pilot
01:16
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26. |
They are Gone
01:59
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Mother would tell me a story of wonders, a wonderful tale. Don't bother to tell me a story of wonders, a wonderful tale - my babies are dying of fever, and outside the night winds wail. I have no money or held lands so I cannot help those that ail.
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27. |
Inside your Heart
00:09
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It's not for me to say, are you or are you not. Wouldn't notice anyway, I don't know the things you got inside your heart.
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28. |
When the Dawn Breaks
01:19
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