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tomorrow's retreat
01:25
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you know she wants to show you her crystal ball
high fence in winter snowflakes begin to fall
dog tracks lead toward the barn where we’ll lay our heads
and dream of sunny oceans far away
tonight rest my sweet
for tomorrow’s retreat
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din
03:37
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pray, do tell
where'd you go and what'd you see?
i saw light, sweet light
breaking up in front of me
it's no ordinary light
no ordinary soul
man i could stay all day
chasing shadows in my mind
flow and flower
blooming deep inside of me
it's no ordinary light
no ordinary soul
extraordinary life
extraordinary soul
i see their faces in snowy black and white
they come from the static, come from the universal mind
comin' up and you're never dry, comin' up and you're never late for nothin'
prey, hunt well
in this season of retreat
cast your line
through the riches of the deep
it's no ordinary light
no ordinary soul
this extraordinary life
extrordinary soul
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3. |
northern time
05:08
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sleep sound as our future drowns
as we bleed the wound of the elephant in the room
he who know the lie
knows he can’t survive without the consent of fools
and god as rule
in the name of greed we have spent our eternity
gone, as the story goes
the few had so much but the many will live so long
who in the northern time when the walls come down
and we see the mirror
who with a heavy heart and the bleeding scars
of our lost innocence
sometimes trouble speaks to me
tells me not to to breathe, tell me I am the one to blame
shame and all the rest
hereby I confess to a life where my second best
was good enough
no I didn’t fight for the ones who weren’t strong themselves
and Love was just a word
never raised my fist to defend what it’s really worth
who in the northern time when the wall come down
and we see the mirror
who with a heavy heart and the bleeding scars
of our lost innocents
who in the northern time when the power’s out
and we free the prison
who with a loving touch and the greenest thumb
will restore our derring do?
if there’s hope for the flowers we must try to find all the ones that have been led astray
if there’s hope for the flowers we must try to help all the ones that have been led astray
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4. |
terra fuego
04:02
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all backed up on the interstate
and we ran out of gasoline
better stack 'em up!
8.5 on the richter scale
seemed liked the sky was caving in
you can't stitch that up!
we see an off-shore build up of a plastic tide
about the size of texas now
you can't clean that up,
clean it up!
(chorus)
storm takes land and the levee breaks
we see the bodies floating by
they didn't give a fuck!
death winds howl across the oil fields
the burning columns in the sky
oh, man, that's messed up!
we see a meth lab dumpin' by the riverside
all the monkey's shoot it up,
don't shoot that up!
you know you couldn't care less
my mother's face is a mess
her lungs are clear cut
i don't want to be your agent
it's really down to the wire
our only home is on fire
ain't gonna end well
i don't want to be your agent
ice caps melt into the atmosphere
and all the bears will have to swim
maybe we will too
we will too
swim against the side of you
(chorus)
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5. |
the gyre
03:02
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& you’re asking why synergy operates on the level that it does
w the pavement crumbling & breaking, static AM fuzz
on radios & car alarms
pigeons fly out, smoking wreckage, stolen memory + saints
like living on mars or worse
bloodstained water-towers or the litter of what doesn’t fit
static radio fuzz on the dial
while vadic kids maintain hunches this
barbarism’s real
on bombed-out mattresses stealing
selling frozen chords & diseased roses, plastic
vadic orations & a whole
wall of TVs, a whole
circuit underlying this
city, rotten in front of its perforations & seams
w boards going up & miles of debris, oceans of stolen
poison holding
memory, split-second
decision cards & barred
storefronts, thinking any of this might be free
or tossed under buses, lost information &
memory cards, flash drives & USB sticks
flickers of light in minor alleyways
trucks go by & tricks of the light
better to lie in wait, state
one life at a time, or
wine & pills, a gun—the sun, now
brown, creeping—in broken windows
& faced with
pacing of walking & smoking, cigarettes, pink
jet-trails fails lit chainlink
fences, plastic
bags, the failure of what falls thru the
cracks. Or grows there, pitch-black
thinking broken thoughts in thin air
lots gets done on streets unseen
windows & sightlines, night’s getting on & closing
cracks & packs of people dispersed
daily rituals & permutations, calculations of exchange
a range of treatments for
those to be confined, living in closed houses
powerless behind fences
stencilled lines & leaving in
fragments & places with
signs, train yards & terminals
sliding into radio slogans
& shape-shifters in public
boulevards, palm trees yawning into
troubling schisms & visions the blind see
only this world & the mad & diseased
unable or unwilling to deal with the grind are
confined, in the wheel, spinning
thoughts & pollutions, watched in their stations
the desolate locations
out of joint machinations
sidelining traces there is a new
cross in the wind—it is our
minds, imagination, will
lost in the fire & what rough
his hour in the houses & outer borroughs
where by helicopter
where by flashlight
ghosts hide, those unseen by
public libraries & all-night fast food shops
slinks what rough to write
Cocaine or Acts of Youth
whose hearts are fastened to dying animals
& rising out of fire bare, present
something like a gyre to the night
& in flight there, return & return to where
the great animals are caged
deadened, to sit by
belatedly write
the end of things, what
yet has come to pass—forthcoming—
with pitiless gaze on typewriter or
faltering in handwritten rage
a defiance—against which—
scraps of trash in a widening wind, our minds
the sacraments & commandments to dreaming
begin in thin air over skylines
suddenly as total wrecks, no
memory again, nerves & asylums
cut & forged of stolen words
barred split visions from dreaming on pages, lost—
woe to the homeless who are out on this night
criminal elements subdivide the mind
smoke rings & blocked thoughts in rented rooms
the fire you set you let destroy you
peels back the edges
pages crack at their endings
who by helicopter
who by attack dog
fine smashed port wine bottle
all excess is thine in this doomed court
shifting time
where no acceleration is left unmatched
all sped-up reason
lessons refined to their granules
instrumentalized
the dark in his youth alone cannot hear
but follows the low stitching of the singing,
going slightly out of control, what rough acts
born to eclipse even the night
bear down their thin force to be hidden
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take a look at yourself
take a look it's the only one you
gotta figure it out
figure out what can't be
it's a matter of taste
if you don't know then i'll introduce you
mirror meet your face
so what now?
if you wanna dance with the big boys, baby
there's hardly not a second to lose
you better get off your ass
you lucky son of a bitch
you know your problems are always self-made
that's a hell of a hitch
try crawling out of that
monkey stuck in a ditch
stick around and we'll see what happens
maybe make us all rich
or just disappointed
if you gotta problem with the spotlight, baby
better pack it in right now, 'cause you ain't got no game
if you gotta problem with the spotlight, baby
better pack it it in right now
and if you want to dance with the big boys
maybe i can show you how
conditions worsen over time
another monkey on the vine
no more room for yours and mine
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7. |
twilight mourning
04:51
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twilight mourning afternoon all through the night
till daybreak breaks again the promises we made to go to sleep
it gives me pause I must re-think
fireside sparks vacation on their spiral flights
faces of friends who dared to watch the ocean getting tossed
and all the birds that soar aloft on our watch
in this love there’s no turning back
hold it up, upon your crown I will make my stand
cool out, never much for conversation
bracing up, fill the cup relax and wonder
watch the readies roll, you know you never had control….
until now
in this love there’s no turning back
hold it up, upon your crown I will make my stand
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8. |
knockoff
03:38
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hey!
don't sleep your life away
don't waste another day
under his spell
gotta try and break
with these blitzkrieg philosophies
these para-normalities
this medicine show
awake
turn on your vibe machine
knock off some pretty dreams
while there's still time
hey b!
hiding behind the blinds
dust off those steely eyes
'cause there's so much to see
fate
it's mostly up to you
but what are you gonna do
when he turns out the lights?
gotta try and stay awake
turn on your vibe machine
knock off some pretty dreams
'cause yesterday's gone
make real possibilities
out of rare opportunities
don't wait!
patiently by your side
feels good to feel alive
now that yesterday's gone
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9. |
high score blackout
09:10
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10. |
the diz
02:24
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bone crackin' mind dissolvin'
what's it take
to drown out the siren's screaming endlessly
caught up in hue, man
no black or white
your shades of grey have no place in this light
shave your time away
take another week today
just do me a favor
please make it good tonight
all of your friends have the same disease
groping the darkness for some release
goddamn self-conciousness
leave us be
your indiscretions got us on our knees
shave your time away
take another week today
just do me a favor
please make it good tonight
you're cold but not unkind
it takes a lot to just unwind
so do me a favor
wind it up tight tonight
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11. |
gooseberry
07:29
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so long my friend
the road calls you back
with your wife and daughter you now go
leaving us to sing your own song
you always had a twinkle in your eye
reminding me it’s good to be alive
there’s darkness now where your light shone
as sunset brings the first night that you are gone
the secret smile you wear is a sign of
undying faith to ride the rising tide
a penny paid for golden sticks
a child to learn her daddy’s soft parade
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