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What Can I Say
02:47
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Hello, How are you?
I’ve got something to say to you
Please sit down
We’ve come farther than most
You thought that this was the one for you
What can I say? There’s just no easy way
Fun and games was just your thing
They were something only you could bring
Bright lights on a Saturday night
Life was just so right
Right or wrong, the feeling’s gone
How long can we just keep on circling round the drain?
What can I say? There’s just no easy way
Where did all the magic go?
When did the heat get turned down low?
Party train just jumped the track
No way it’s ever comin’ back
Hello? Are you still there?
I know it hurts to end it all this way
What can I say? There’s just no easy way
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Pinwheels
02:30
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Three bridges I see far below me
Like ivory they’re laid ‘cross a ribbon of jade
Two mountains I see on a bright tapestry
They’re 3 cornered, green, with the sun in between
Three pages I see of a dark mystery
1 seems to be a message for me
Pinwheels in the night
Flashing gold, flashing white
Light up the sky
I wish I knew why
Three stars I see in a black canopy
One seems to be restless like me
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Each mortal has a cross to bear
In that there's nothing new
It's nice you have an entourage
To carry yours for you
You're safe within your circus
As it ushers you around
It pampers and protects you
This conspiracy of clowns
Who ties your shoes for you?
Who chews your food for you?
If it were up to you
You wouldn't have a clue
Your trusted secretary
Is sharp and strong and able
Her head is so far up your tail
She speaks through your navel
When reality intrudes
She knows what to do
Not because she cares but because
She wants to be you
Who blows your nose for you?
Who picks your clothes for you?
If it were up to you
You wouldn't have a clue
Nights when you reflect upon
How fortunate you are
That your talent and your chosen few
Have taken you so far
You congratulate yourself
That you didn't miss the boat
But the lifeline that supports you
Is wound around your throat
Who dries your eyes for you?
Who tells your lies for you?
If it were up to you
You wouldn't have a clue
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4. |
Snow on the Roof
03:53
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It’s not the way you walk puts you in your place
Not the careful way you talk
Not the lines on your face
Not the fire in your eyes
Not the fire in your heart
Just a little thing sets you apart
Body gets to be a load; don’t throw it out the window
Run along the nearest road ‘gets thee to a gym. Though
You envy the younger set
It should be understood
Time spent looking young
Better spent looking good
Snow on the roof
It’s your crown of thorns. It’s your silver lining
You’re only old as you let others make you feel
Fix what you can and ignore what you can’t conceal
Living can be such a war; a struggle no one survives
You’re old enough to know the score, grateful just to be alive
That’s about enough said
Now you decide it:
Worry ‘bout what’s on your head
Or worry ‘bout what’s inside it
Snow on the roof
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5. |
We Com in Peace
04:46
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A shadow drifts across the night
Edges tipped in pail blue light
Word gets round and soon crowds grow
Everyone’s hot for UFO’s
Visitors from Outer Space!
Hurry up! Clean up the place!
Hold the whitewash, look around
Scouts have long been on the ground
We come in peace. We come in peace
For now, at least, we come in peace
That homeless guy’s not what you think
Flashes you a knowing wink
The schoolgirl with the almond eyes
Smiles and glances at the sky
Signs and circles flatten crops
A prelude to a supply drop
Treat your houseplants very well
You don’t know the tales they tell
We come in peace...
Science and scripture vied since birth
To retrofit mankind on earth
Centuries of solemn tracts
To justify barbaric acts
We who guide the circular craft
Heard the stories had to laugh
Hips in the sewer, heads in the stars
You’re doing this world like you did Mars
We come in peace...
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Rainbow
04:22
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Life under the rainbow is a very special time
You and your true love live in your own sweet nursery rhyme
At night with your companions, like merry buccaneers
You sail into the sunrise, on a golden sea of beer
It isn’t what it seems, it isn’t what it seems
Enjoy your cozy dream, It isn’t what it seems
Time and a princely income brings a higher class of friends
Now all who surround you are a means to your own end
Above all you’ve accomplished you take the greatest pride
In your pretty little family and your lover on the side
It isn’t what it seems, it isn’t what it seems
Despite your brilliant schemes, It isn’t what it seems
But wait, Of late, The kill has somewhat lost its thrill
A chill, But still, the forecast’s fine: the sun will shine
Your ex has vowed to haunt you until the end of time
Your money tree has withered; you’ve turned to petty crime
Each morning you awaken to a deeper shade of gray
The trouble with a rainbow: it quickly fades away
It isn’t what it seems, it isn’t what it seems
Life in its extremes, It isn’t what it seems
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7. |
Maybe Someday
03:14
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I once owned the midnight sky
The north star would fascinate me
But I've been kind of busy lately
Maybe someday
I've hunted old Blackbeard's treasure
On islands I've come to pine for
One more thing I don't have time for
Maybe someday
I've done my bit in this digital world
Look what it's done for me
No taste of salt on an evening breeze
No temple in a tangle of trees
I've climbed an icy mountain
To find a forbidden city
Oh, well, more's the pity
Maybe someday
I've come to the realization
What price civilization?
What use imagination?
I'm going away
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8. |
Fins & Fangs
04:28
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Conformity's nice, you always know just what to wear
And what to think, and whether or not to care
The older I get the more I’d like to fit in
But it's been so long, I wouldn't know where to begin
Could I be normal, even if given the chance?
If I stopped singing, maybe I’d learn how to dance
Would it be comforting being a lamb among sheep?
Being uninteresting but getting plenty of sleep
You miss the ordinary things
When you have fins and fangs and wings
If I have a purpose it's basically all about
Tapping at windows, beckoning you to come out
Secretly wondering what it's like inside
Secretly wishing I also had someplace to hide
(Is he really serious, or just being mysterious
does he think we care? He’s smiling now I’m scared)
You miss the ordinary things...
Freethinking’s deadly, it's better never to start
Loneliness bends those Society can't break apart
Keep to your flock or your chance of survival is slim
Jesus was different, look what they did to him
You miss the ordinary things
When you have fins and fangs and wings
Trouble's all tomorrow brings
When you have fins and fangs and wings
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9. |
Piper
02:16
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This world can't get any smaller
We don't have to think to hard to know
What leaks out Misha's reactor
Comes to rest in Hilda's back yard
Hey, here comes The Piper
Must be Judgement Day
All night long we've been dancing
Now it's time to pay
When Jane drains her radiator
She laughs at how fussy some women are
Flo drinks designer water
Swears her tap water smells like her car
Hey, here comes The Piper...
I read about flying saucers
I believe they're a threat to the human race
If they ever find out who's polluting
This river we call Outer Space
Hey, here comes The Piper...
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10. |
Shallow Man
03:00
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I have what I wanted
More than I need
But I feel I'm haunted
By the wages of greed
Black depression
Troubled dreams
Craving aggression
To let off steam
I admit for concessions
And liberties
I commit transgressions
It's expected of me
I'm introspective
As time overtakes me
When I'm most reflective
Life's purpose escapes me
I toy with the notion
Of starting again
Use prayer and devotion
To make amends
Angels ignore me
I believe
Devils run before me
Who does that leave?
You can grudge me
The scraps I'm thrown
Just don't dare judge me
Look to your own
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I don't want to go heaven
If my dogs get left behind
I won't go where they're not wanted
You go on (I don't mind)
I don't want to go to heaven
If the saints all look like me
My idea of true salvation
Isn't color conformity
I don't want to go to heaven
If the streets are paved with gold
I couldn't watch all those poor angels
Sewing pockets on their white robes
Ain't no use to follow Satan
Just for power on this earth
When ashes fall to ashes
Nothing's left of any worth
I know beggars can't be choosers
But there's one more thing I know
If I ever get to heaven
It won't be 'cause I was forced to go
I don't want to go the heaven
As I head on down the road
There's a million lonely shepherds
Up there reaping what they sowed
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12. |
Question Reality
02:40
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Fairies ‘round your bed
Your children in disguise?
No, they couldn’t fake those eyes
Voices in your head
Must’ve overslept
Such a silly dream
Odd, how real it seemed
Bruises on your neck
Believe what you can’t see
Question reality
Starships come and go
Cows fall from the sky
Rumbles deep below
Too tired to wonder why
Strange trails overhead
Got to get to bed
Back to sleep and then
Here’s that dream again
Don’t fear insanity
Question reality
The men who sold the earth
Couldn’t get what it was worth
They had to sell us cheap
To those who rule our sleep
Let’s direct our prayers
To favorably inclined
Angels everywhere
There’s precious little time
This life’s a fantasy
Question Reality
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13. |
We Marionettes
05:04
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The moon is ripe, the wind is wild, clouds race across the sky
Wait, those aren’t clouds, they’re flocks of birds about to die
And so I choose to look instead upon a restless sea
Turned silver by the rotting fish as far as I can see
And yet we little marionettes dance all in a ring
Bewitched by puppet masters, and their pretty, shiny things
When will we cut the strings?
I trust in our leaders, believing all they say
I wink at what they do in bed with Corporate USA
So I choose not to notice, when on the news I hear
Some fat cat got a bonus ‘could feed Haiti for a year
And yet we little marionettes dance all in a ring
Bewitched by puppet masters and their pretty shiny things
When will we cut the strings?
Science and religion save us all from hell
Save us from enlightenment and from our higher selves
And yet we little marionettes dance all in a ring
Bewitched by puppet masters and their pretty shiny things
And the misery they bring
When will we cut the strings?
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Root Deco Virginia
With roots that run deep into the decaying DC club grind, Root Deco made its mark as an eccentric trio embellishing retro- rock covers with psychedelic, Celtic and Eastern flourishes. Today the influences linger but the music is original. The sound is "decorative roots" or Root Deco. The wry musical vignettes are grounded in hard-won experience. ... more
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