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Brighter
03:14
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This world unfolds around you
To interest and astound you
The palette doesn’t come with grey
Paint up your world to play in
Let people find a way in
What you’re saying
What you’re saying
Erect a billboard of your own philosophy
Define your life with what you say
That sign is brighter than the moon in empty skies
That sign is brighter than the day
Make tracks to where the land stops
Beyond the streets and blacktop
Escort the sunset from the day
Howl in the face of rain
Now all the dogs are baying
What you’re saying
What you’re saying
So grab the volume of your life with steady hands
And give a healthy clockwise turn
This world is brighter than the days that will arrive
So love and sleep and laugh and learn.
She loves me and harbor seals
Kiwi seeds and orange fields
Uncontained and unconcealed
This future’s no big mystery
We’ve all defined a history
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you meant to be
(If) you sing your way through days then
The radio is playin’
What you’re saying
what you’re saying
So make the chorus of the song for all to sing
Include the verse which came before
This world is brighter than about most everything
This world is brighter even more
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2. |
Rorschach Safari
04:13
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I asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said the world would be something to see
So I baked the sky in a blueberry pie
RSVP to a picnic with me
Empyrean climb with our fingertips entwined
The world is frosted whole way around
Life is a kind of an opposite rewind
Lose this world’s old speed of sound
Project yourself ahead beautifully
Hey, there might be monkey business she said
And as you look me over
I just wanted to say
Angel take me away on a Rorschach safari,
Angel what do you say to a Rorschach safari
I asked a girl what she wanted to bring
She said the ocean was so just the thing
She said I see the worth in the salt of the earth,
And I wanted bling so I sculpted a ring
As strange as it seems I’m the man in your dreams
Who whistles armadillos to you
The son comes to mind leaving Morpheus behind
Focus and I come into view
Project yourself ahead beautifully …..
Angel take me away on a Rorschach safari
Angel what do you say to a Rorschach safari
Angel take me today on a Rorschach safari
Angel take me away on a Rorschach safari
You could be reverential
Or could go tangential
Like some reggae instrumental
I asked a girl where she wanted to go
She said a heaven’s a place that you know
Our lives are alive with a similar phrasing
A rose is a rose, but a daisy’s amazing.
She said two lines may just separate equals
Never give them reason to doubt you
Why you think what you know
And your favorite game show
Say a little something about you
Project yourself ahead beautifully
Hey
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3. |
Lucy Fell (dream)
05:09
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Lucy lay,
Lucy, yeah,
And the city fell,
Lucy
Pour you, see down, maybe
One isn’t daylight there
One you see down to give a little lead
Valet loom, lay low
I’m new in town, baby
No promises
Lie, lay, like, love, man says
I want to hear the music
I wanted you to say, “I wanted you to see me”
I want to learn to sing,
I want to burn the candle, I want a box of light
I want a thing that’s precious, I want to see the sights.
I Want to be for life (sick sin)
Crab walk, cheap talk, pound to tin
A big frog, hot dog fantasy
Yet the son still falls, so don’t ask me.
Why damn two here?
Lay down Pi
Well I told you what to say
On the beach head
All the promises,
And why are you so high?
I want a lease there
I want to listen
I wanted you to say
I wanted to amuse you
I wanted me to fly
I wanted Him to be there
I wanted Him to say
I want to build a city
I want to build a man
I want to view the city
I want to understand
I want to dive with Laura
I wanted Slake to play
I wanted him to go there
I wanted you to stay
I wanted you to say, “Hey, I want to be the same.”
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4. |
Aleyta
04:11
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Every love’s a hand me down
A winter’s cloak given too free in a storm
But I will see Aleyta
I will see Aleyta
Every word’s a lost and found
An empty joke. We place too much on them, uninformed
But I will sing Aleyta
I will sing Aleyta
Every life’s a turn around a rusty spoke,
We waste too much where we argue form
But I will serve Aleyta
I will serve Aleyta
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5. |
Cinnamon and Anne-Marie
03:37
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Cinnamon and Anne-Marie in the thoughts of my head
Cinnamon and Anne-Marie in the sheets of my bed
I want to say that today won’t stay crazy
That I have bound and ground down light and sound
Between spells of poker tells or else daisies,
I can’t entwine peace of mind quite this time.
People say and I agree
How you love is syllabus
And you may find it might unwind once delicate calculus
I think I fear without you here that clear days aren’t near
And a snowfall will cover all paths and ground
The harsh vacuum of our bedroom with you lost to view
Substitute your beauty as me remedy
Cinnamon and Anne-Marie
People say and I agree, that you may find it might unwind
And you may find it might unwind
And you may find it might unwind,
Cinnamon and Anne Marie
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6. |
Days Like These
04:29
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There are days that drop by to ease all your doubts
And some just eat all your food and show themselves out
There are days that bring pies with jellies inside
And then some days leave you high and dry like the tide
There are days when your word is taken as sure
And there are days which demand that proof’s de rigeur
There are days that may tease like sweets in a tin
And there are days that go down and take you with them.
There are red letter days, smell sweet like a rose
And there are days like violets whose petals stay closed
All these days that go by, what can you do?
And through all of these days I’m happy with you.
I bet we get through days like these.
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7. |
(hound)
03:32
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Bury us a common mound
Six knee bones at the shin of town
Though days replace the tears and tears
Solace remains unfound.
Unmade beds and vacuum tubes
All the same to the Sugar Cube
South Carolina, Super Cool
Quid pro quo, lovely true
Falling off the window sill
The very angel
Rhapsody in bloom
Every tongue and unmade sound
Burn my LPs as you go to ground
I’ll fetch your shoes
Stay and play dead
Cause the world won’t stop for a hound.
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8. |
Pretty Recipe
04:39
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Water color grey
Strewn-feathered dunes
A lazy gaze my way
An open afternoon
A pretty, pretty recipe.
Bits of she and me
Legerdemain
Slumgullion of dreams
Recessive genes
A pretty, pretty recipe.
Tell me, tell me, tell me please
Out of curiosity
Pick and choose the best of seeds
Cook your nooks and spice your life
Filet your days and be
A pretty, pretty recipe.
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9. |
All Hands Down
04:35
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He came aboard with a ghost in tow
And blood upon his hands
Said, “Cut the lines, unlash the sails
And say goodbye to land.
Your Captain here, he killed a man
To pawn his golden clasp
And now we see if the law finds me
Or if their reach exceeds their grasp.
So raise your hand to turn and run
And turn your back on me and gun.”
It was all hands down.
“Captain,” I said, “Where do our fortunes be?”
“A fortune like milk or children,”
He said, “spoils easily.
Your sorrows tell you fortune
Is the alchemy of bliss
The only things we turn to gold
Are clouds and rain to piss.”
I heard him whisper Neptune’s name
To take the law, his crew, his shame
And let the sea be freedom
Send me wind and fire
To sail away
Fulfill my black desire
The captain said
Neptune turn the sky
to pitch from grey
And let fire rain down
Hail severed the sail and rig
Gale snapped through the mast like twigs
Brine filled up the hold like blood
The ship filled with a hellish flood
And as the plank I clung to sank
The captain seemed to rise
Into a ship of ghostly war
To roam the waves forevermore
As the sea calls me home
A salty ocean whore, a sailor’s dame
To die on captain’s orders, a sailor’s way
A bed on Neptune’s floor, a sailor’s pay
All hands down.
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10. |
Giddy Up
05:35
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It began like other days
The classroom in a haze
Exhausted wallow into stagnation
(lonely Mona Lisa)
But a woman with that name
Refused to say the same
She cast her eyes out to the horizon.
Outside the problems looked almost as drab
It all blended into a smudge
Pollution and crime in perpetual time
Without any sign of a budge
But somewhere she saw herself playing again
A girl and a horse in the hay
A place where all the world could fall away
She wants to up and ride
Sweep all the woes aside
And take fast hold of her imagination
(lonely Mona Lisa)
Somewhere nestled deep within
She found her silly grin
And galloped on without a hesitation
Outside the sky was as dull as a sock
That’s the color of overcast gray
Inside of her room
Was a coating of gloom
That her candles could not burn away
Forward and backward the path was obscured
The right and left covered with snow
Leaving one direction she could go:
Up! Up! Up! Up!
Up! Up! Up! Up!
She went to bust a move
To see her namesake at the Louvre
A painting of museum veneration
When cowgirls get the blues
It’s time to switch the hues
Until they find some sweet rejuvenation
Tasting each color, her palette grew full
Licked her lips and left for the sea
With her tornado smile
She planned to beguile a seahorse bounding straight for Paris
As she spun her tales the fishes and whales
Accompanied her on her way
To see just what the Mona Lisa’d say:
Giddy Up!
(With a name like Mona Lisa, won’t the children tease ya?
They say you act far from respectable.
They say you’re as thick as cold molasses
Regarding your eye glasses
Cause you insist on making spectacles)
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11. |
So We Know
05:02
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So we know
So we know atmosphere
So we know Adam’s fear
So we know atom spheres
So we know
So we know harmony
So we know Hermione
So we know how many
So we know
So we know allegory
So we know Allah’s grief
So we know all is grey
So what now?
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