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Thumbs
05:19
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The coastline is mine. Apparently so is this fine. But I know I’m right and the cops are wrong. I know I’m right and the cops are wrong.
Telling tales, my thumbs are my sails. And if LA were Troy, it’d be the same. If LA were Troy, it’d be the same.
There still are witches, and cyclopes, and snitches. And wherever I land I don’t long remain. Wherever I land I don’t long remain.
The sun still rises in the east. When travelling by foot it’s best to beat the heat. Ain’t got much money but I got time. Ain’t got much money but I know my times.
And sometimes the wind blows fierce. I’ve been learning all these years. Living on I thank the wind, for carrying me up and in.
Living on I thank the wind, for carrying me up and in.
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Home Comes in Pieces
03:28
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Home comes in pieces. You gotta put them together. You gotta follow the scent, to find out whether you’re a happy old hag, or a troubled young go-getter. Will you have to know the gutter before you get her? Will you have to roam the world just to learn to be where you’re at? Will you navigate by the stars and sun, or by some con-man’s gadget? Would you praise life great, or will you curse its name? Would you curse yourself? Will you even curse the rain?
Home comes in pieces. What? Did you think it’d be easy? You gotta learn to be you in all kinds of crazy weather. And there are those who might try to quell the rebellion of life on earth. But they forget, there’s always a bigger fish. They might win the battle here on earth, (maybe), just to lose the war of the worlds. Will you run once and forever stew and regret it? Or will you run once or twice, and then learn to fight back? Yeah.
Love comes in pieces. You gotta put them together. I’ve been looking for you, but I forgot about the blinders. Are you a self-concocted lie, just to keep me moving along? Or are we both still hiding but nobody’s still seeking?
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Travelling On
05:15
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I walked away not knowing where I would go. I’d walk all day through that old rain, sleet, and snow, looking to find something I could never know. Walking still, travelling on.
I was helped by Gypsies and was hassled by the cops. I’d take buses to their last stops. I’d walk on roads till the roads would all end. Then I’d take to the woods, my dear friend.
I’d walk on bike paths, by rivers, through farms. I’d walk for weeks, it never did me any harm. But on lonely nights I’d dream of a sweet girl in my arms. When morning comes, I’m travelling on.
(Chorus)
Travelling on, I say, will I ever learn? Travelling on, I say, will I ever learn? Just felt like love was something that I ought to earn. Don’t I know travelling on?
You can get hooked on painful yearning. You can get used to bridges burning, You can get used to walking all alone. Feels like home, travelling on.
I’d climb mountains and I’d get to their tops. I’d think of my sister, and my mother, and my pops. I’d think of one-time would-be lovers I never told. Far too late now, long time cold.
I’d walk by soon-to-be-ruins, monuments to industry and greed. I’d walk on harboursides that will be washed into the sea. Some sultry nights I’d find a sweet girl in my arms. When morning comes, I’m travelling on.
(Chorus)
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Petals
03:38
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No matter how careful you are you’ll still wish, for wishes you’ll one day come to wish to unwish. You’ll go fishing and think of other roads. You’ll kiss princes and dream about toads. You’ll move sideways and think you’re going nowhere, make trials and just see the error.
No matter how stupid you are, you’ll still smile. You’ll still learn, you’ll move passed denial. You’ll be there in just a little while, just gotta borrow some more shoes to walk miles.
Sometimes you binge when you forget you don’t like it. Sometimes you cringe at the blink of and eye, when you’re not sure if you like it. Cause things are not always as they seem.
Is it love? ‘I love you’ or ‘I love you not’. What is love? It’s the petal next to ‘I love you not’.
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Tomagotchis
04:09
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It was so bright and flashy then, and for a second I thought I had a friend. I guess I pushed the wrong buttons, then, my pupils dilated, my problems pixilated.
(Chorus)
The tomagotchis have got me again. They’re dragging me into the digital den. The tomagotchis have got me again. They’re dragging me into the digital den.
Mama, mama, I gotta have more. March with me to the corner store. I chewed a lot of gum. The song played on and on. I was in love with the blonde one. And with the stickers still stuck on the door, now I am at war.
(Chorus)
Hypnotized by furby’s freaky eyes. Frankenstein you’re a liar, it’s not alive. I don’t wanna be the slave of some pokemon master. They’ve all got ultraballs, I gotta run faster. They’re on my tail yelling that they “gotta catch ‘em all.” I gotta stay sharp but I’m feeling kinda dull.
(Chorus)
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Poor Demeanour
05:48
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I held your hand with the greatest joy. I hold your hand in the highest of regards. If we coulda spent the blackout together, I think we woulda seen the light.
Your face is beauty’s flag. Your name is the highest of the cards. Your laugh is like the Holy Land. How could it turn to sand?
(Chorus)
I played the fool just to learn your smile. I acted a tyrant to see if even I could make you cry. I was sorting out the coulds and couldn’ts. I thought it sort of courting, but it was cowardice.
They race blindly sideways calling it Progress, posing as gods, but it’s all just dancing digression. I pantomimed inside that cage. My first foot forward getting out was rage.
Could’ve been love but I just couldn’t. Couldn’t get over that maybe I shouldn’t. I pretty much moved on but I’m still learning new lessons. I truly feel I’ve been enriched by your presence.
(Chorus)
I combed the streets of a thousand towns, as part of my penance for letting you down. I was wounded, hence my poor demeanour. It takes years and years to get back feeling at home.
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Lapis Lazuli
03:53
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The time when we were together was, for me, a life changing event. There was so much built up inside us, and our meeting gave it vent.
I’d feared I could no longer be a lover. Like from all the world I was cut apart. But then I saw your smile through the window, and I was sure my life was at its start.
Your eyes were lapis lazuli, under a cerulean sky. It was clear that you could see right through me, so there was no reason for me to try and hide.
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Wawa
06:15
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Middle-fingers flying by the side of the road. A lady saved me, fed me pop and pepperoni sticks. I’d shot through the Sault. Woohoo the Sault. Woah woah, Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa.
The big geese don’t fly from Wawa. They just watch the road and say nothing. Them other towns have got nothing on you. Them other towns are just for passing through. Are you, Wawa? Are you, Wawa?
Morning dawns fine on my camp by the water. And it’s gonna be a fine day, yeah, doggoner. Valu-Mart opens at 9AM. I wait in line at the Tim’s till then. Short-staff, it’s a community-wide problem, cause you can make 40 an hour from the get-go at the gold mines. The gold mines of Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa.
I wash my pits and bits at the Visitor’s Centre. Got a book on Rudolf Hoess for 50 cents. They got lots of weird books at the Visitor’s Centre. Lots of weird books, yeah, but no Winnie the Pooh. Woah woah, Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa.
I could use a hot shower and a steamy night. Believe me, I would treat you right. I want me a wild woman of Wawa. Rawraw, Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa.
Soon I’ll be passed the newest goose. It’s looking like I have left the roost. Bright sun, clear sky, I’m leaving Wawa, I’m wondering why. Woah woah, Wawa. Woah woah, Wawa.
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Fall of Rome
04:00
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All the patricians and the plebeians. And all the idle centurions. All the Caesars and Augustuses. And all the bread and circuses. All the heads in their clouds, cause they got no purposes. New religion, change the surfaces, same old rotten-core.
On the road to ruin, business as usual. All the good old boys pushing for the purple. They all wanna wear the fabled diadem. They want us to wanna die for them. While they’re purring in the purple on their fantasy thrones. All the purring in the purple, that’s what they call home.
And I’m right at home, waiting on the fall. The emporer’s an infant, an idiot, un-savant. Yeah, I think I’ll join the Barbarians. I heard they got a meritocracy. Yeah, I think I’ll join the Barbarians, and find a nice Barbarian girl to marry me.
It’s the road to Mars. It’s the fall of Rome. Dreams of flying cars, cause you don’t feel at home. It’s the road to Mars. It’s the fall of Rome. All your works, cause you don’t feel at home.
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I wish I had a foot-long cigarette. I wish I had a foot-long cigarette. If they made foot-long cigarettes, I’d surely be smoking less. I wish I had a foot-long cigarette
And I wish I didn’t do the things I do. I wish I didn’t do the things I do. If I didn’t do the crazy things I do, I probably wouldn’t’ve fucked things up with you. I wish I didn’t do the things I do.
I wish this old road were not so long. I wish this old road were not so long. If this road were not so long, I wouldn’t be singing such a sad song, no. I wish this old road were not so long.
I wish I wasn’t always in my head. I wish I wasn’t always in my head. If I wasn’t always in my head, I’d be living my life instead, lord. I wish I wasn’t always in my head.
And I wish I had a girl to ease my mind. Yeah, I wish I had a girl to ease my mind. If I had a girl to ease my mind, I wouldn’t be so lonesome all the time. I wish I had a girl to ease my mind.
And I wish I had that foot-long cigarette. I wish I had that foot-long cigarette. If they made foot-long cigarettes, I’d surely be smoking less. I wish I had a foot-long cigarette.
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11. |
Like an Outlaw
04:56
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Like an outlaw, in a kind of wild-west. I always done what I had to do, and now I keep the cards close to my chest. Like an outlaw, always travelling alone. Eyes scan the wide horizon, looks like home. An outlaw, from a corrupt court. Now I’m looking for that Big Rock Candy Mountain, I’m that sort.
I never wasted any money paying fines. I rather just keep moving, than to give them my time.
I’ve been a lover, on a fine summer’s day. But even the most beautiful woman couldn’t get me to stay. Like a good man, I help my friends. But then I must keep moving, to continue the trend. Like a drifter, no sense. Everywhere I travelled, I saw that world-weariness.
I never had any respect, for those who serve the liars and tyrants, with their fall in line threats.
Like an outlaw, on my way. They may be out ahead now, but tomorrow’s gonna have it’s say. With a vengeance, yeah, if I ever see them again. Then I was just a kid. Now I’m a man. Like an outlaw, I don’t need anyone. I don’t need no new-age plastic. But I like having the gun.
I never saw any reason for me to atone, for the life that’ I’ve led, for making the horizons my home.
Like an outlaw, in a kind of wild-west. I always done what I had to do and now I keep the cards close to my chest. Like an outlaw.
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12. |
Toad
04:36
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When I was a toad, living on the road, did you kiss me, just to see, if I was a prince, living at the Ritz, and I hit the hay, a short get-away?
And if I was a prince, living at the Ritz, would you still kiss me, just to see, if I am a toad, living on the road, and I left the way, a short get-away?
And when I am a toad, getting kind of old, will you still kiss me, just to see, if I'm still your prince, without you in ignorance, and I'm here to stay, together on the way?
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