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Move Closer
02:48
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Move closer
Your love is on display
If I didn't know better I'd say you had a mind to
Forget something, on the walk home can't say nothing
'Til a cry ripple out from your frustrated eyes
It's no surprise you're phasing out and realigning
To the scene, your secret's safe with me
But I'm gonna feel like a fool
There's a whirlpool of energy through me
Move closer
You're saying all the right things
Been thinking about you under the surface bubble
If anything could only temper talking
And I listen for the cause, entertained and oh so empty
All the while you lie with me
You're floating like a tangerine in the sea
You drift away from me
But I can feel it
Hear it coming to feed me
Here I go
Move closer
Move closer
Move closer
Move closer
Move closer
Love spills over
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2. |
The Gauntlet
06:33
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Safe in my sweet cocoon, no sirens for to wake me soon
I'll float down the river, captured in time
Motionless but for the fishes that swim in my eyes
But a riverbed is just too cold a place to rest my head
So please let me know when the lava cuts below
The water's scintillating flow
Now that I'm sober I'd better run the gauntlet
Did you see the paper? Who done the dirty this time?
Read one, you've read them all
Heard they've got a new tax
Fifty percent on thinking caps, well
Can't say that I'm surprised
Gotta pay for more defences
Against those Russian spies, well
I never thought too much
Of making such a fuss
They built a wall inside me
Told me you can't make it better
But now that I'm stoned again
I'm odds and ends, I'm undecided
And still no truth provided
Alone with heavy eyelids
My soul, of late it feels so damn divided
And what if I don't believe (my own mind)?
And what if I can't recall (take your time)?
And what if I'm not that portrait I painted so carefully, meticulously
Wrong?
Thinking of taking off, a ticket to a fantasy
But I won't get too far
Carrying all that I've lived so far, no
I'll shed my civilian skin
A little reinvention
A little more magic than I can mention
Gotta spend some time alone
Just to decorate your home
The last thing you see before you
You've always looked to me
A picture of the sea
You're the wave that breaks upon my shore
The wind that knocks at the door
But now that I'm running out of things that I can say belong to me
I can't reach my thoughts around it
The sage with many outfits
It sleeps in shadows that defy defining
Spinning out a circle in a daydream
Westward pretending we don't see the daughter of the sea
Slowly sinking into a pool of callous and crude oil
Oil
OIL
OIL!
And what if all that I know (I don't know)?
And is it too late to change (when I go)?
And can it really be true that someday this all will be forgotten,
Lost forever
GONE
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Casa De Corpusants
00:48
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Ziplock
04:37
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A man half awake in routine inspection
Fingers in ziplock, temples in tension
Dances before him a pop-up parade
Of characters sculpted in clay
His friends all agree, unlike you and me
He's losing his mind to a sea of debris
And it falls to them, yes, the ones in the right
To sell out his meekness for might
But visions unspoken, they gather and grow in the night
'Til the gnomes in the garden, they carry them into the sun
All fujkt reubkj ka gretum fagje
All I ever want from you
Is to fall through your empty again and again
All I ever hope for me (you)
Is to crawl into your (my) dream
And into my dream
A child without time, phosphorescently minded
No inclination by fools to be blinded again
Abandoned by fathers that worship the name
And sanction the emperor's game
But there's no token, treasure or trinket known
That will not be broken, shattered or melted to cinder
All I ever want from you
Is to fall through your empty again and again
All I ever hope for you (me)
Is to crawl into my (your) dream
And into my dream
All of your handbags and hand-me-downs
All your neon dictators in plastic crowns
You keep them all to yourself
Your monuments built on the ashes of bone
All your go-getting blood-letting crooks and crones
You keep them all to yourself
Stop, look and think, with an ear to the ground
You'll hear shudders that one day will bury this town
They seem to speak to me
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Weekend at Mglardon's
00:53
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What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
What have you got to say?
You will see Dr Neuron now
Vegetables and dopamine
Cosmic rays and phantoms green
Look into the sacred armadillo head
Believe what you're seeing, see what you believe
Your mind is a spinning jenny, pulls the thread
Look into the sacred armadillo head
Look into the sacred armadillo head
Believe what you're seeing, see what you believe
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Stuck In Time
10:01
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What do you see when you look in the mirror,
A devilish friend or a debt-collector?
Talk to me
I've taken my soul on a roller-coaster over the sea
Hung it out to dry on a weathervane
The weatherman says I must be insane
Took him by surprise when I pulled a raincloud out the sky
And I
Summer stood me up and winter pulled me
Down to the ground where I saw a sad old clown
In my clothes
Cigarette hold on a choke-down throat, oh no
I've been sold
Indoor snow from a toothless comb
Woke up in a body that I didn't know
Clawing at my bones, getting on the phone to Interpol
La la la
I've gotta take it for some time
I seem to find a cage around my mind
Before you disappear and I'm still stuck in time
Heavy human disguise for a martian mind
Shaking off the shackles of this warm-blooded chemistry
Better shake hands with the cold chrome-fingered God of the century
Shapeshifter, your eyes to the floor
Crawling under the crack in the door
You caught me thinking we'd be waiting eighteen years or more
More
I've gotta take it for some time
I seem to find a cage around my mind
Before you disappear and I'm still stuck in time
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