1. |
So Far
03:51
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So close
And So far
From where
You are
Still at that bar
So what
Y'so and so
Oh here
We go
I know you know
I couldn’t care
When I hear that air
Inside of me
Those notes I see
So far
Like Flint
Flint to spark
In shots
I mark
In the dark
So what
You’ve moved along
I’ve not
Don’t get me wrong
I couldn’t care
When I hear that air
Inside of me
Those notes I see
So far
I’m turning over my head
Planting treason
it’s the season
If the revolution is dead
there’s no reason
there’s no reason
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2. |
If I Could Rock
03:20
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You chomp down on the bit
Stare out from where you sit
There’s suckers born every day
You were born for less
Conceived in momma’s dress
Now someone’s gonna pay
I am a middle man like a knob on any door
Let’s do something more than talk
I wouldn’t be passed out on the floor
If I could rock
You’re down on your luck
Next to where gold was struck
No change in your bottom line
Watch hair fall down her back
Your eyes on railroad tracks
To her Hollywood and vine
I am a middle man like a knob on any door
Let’s do something more than talk
I wouldn’t be rolling on this floor
If I could rock
Sliver poison trickles in a quiver
From down her clavicle
As she shouts slogans at oscillating fans
Hot gases seep from the hellish reaches
of the earth burning
On your finger tips
aghast
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3. |
Just Let Him Be
04:06
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She knows it’s better to sometimes just let him be
They got drunk when in school
She woke up on a floor
Friends could be so cruel
And She was his chore
He gave her a ring
She just miscarried
He longed for a thing
The doses just varied
She knows it’s better to sometimes just let him be
I flipped a dime into the fountain pool at the mall to see
Who would be tuned into this crazy tool to save us all and me save me
She knew his moods
like the back of his hand
His parents collude
And help him to stand
They went up in the hills
To get him some air
The sun burned through her chill
He couldn’t care
She knows it’s better to sometimes just let him be
I flipped a dime into the fountain pool at the mall to see
Who would be tuned into this crazy tool to save us all and me save me
He wanted to lean
Up close to the edge
Her hands spreading sunscreen
He peered over the ledge
Leaned into the sky
His hand reaching to hold
She felt him slide from her eye
Now he’s turning to gold
She knows it’s better to sometimes just let him be
She knows it’s better to sometimes just let him be
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4. |
Well Tempered Clamier
02:02
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5. |
Not for Nought
04:45
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It’s not for nought
From California
Wherein a mission stood
Built for millennia
Not to be there for good
Stacking trays
Of what’s in my head
Books enough to blaze
Songs too rough to bed
It’s not for nought
If I had to guess
Let conscience be the guide
Then make do with more of less
It’s not for nought
We’re bound to be free
While something deep inside
Craves authority
My colors run
burning in the page
Smoke surrounds my sun
And what it means is hard to gauge
Hues will fade
Bleaching to pastel
Mars in retrograde
What that means no one can tell
It’s not for nought
If I had to guess
Let conscience be the guide
Then make do with more of less
It’s not for nought
We’re bound to be free
While something deep inside
Craves authority
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6. |
Hail the Carpenter Bee
05:36
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Hail this carpenter bee
With a capital C
Hail this carpenter bee
The buzz is everywhere
from queen to beggarly
You found my window sill
Man it tastes of Amrita
You had your fill
Tiny creature
Primordial goo
Is what we’ll turn it into
Down in the moist recess
See the grinding wood
Then the unwanted guest
Isn’t poking ‘round where he should
They’re dying to sting
It’s a natural thing
There’s a volunteer
Too mad to think
From behind the tears
Sees the target pink
Primordial goo
Is what he’s sticking in you
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7. |
Don’t Turn Out the Light
04:14
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Looking out to glowing sky
ignites the mist
The lights of town bleeding dry
And mom is pissed
Waiting for Saturday Night
Tired of Who Loves You
I can’t put out the light
Left alone and never learned
I am spared
to spin around as we turned
Unprepared
It’s so like you tonight
to see it all as new
Don’t put out the light
Maybe I have a plan I’m keeping
Maybe I knew to make the call
Predicting is such a cheap thing
Maybe I have no plan at all
A Genie in front of superman
Bennie and the jets
I see and he knows I can
In silhouette
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8. |
Do What U Want
04:16
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Do what you want
but then get out of here
With your toe dipped in
turn it all about
the bathtub gin
That’s coming from your spout
Skateboard eyes
jungle gym slips
skinny green ties
dad’s wing tips
You said I’m out
Now lets twist and shout
Do what you want
but then get out of here
On a bender to stretch
Leggings over tights
I’m here to fetch
Overseas’ rights
But then you said I’m it
Make it quick and split
Do what you want
but then get out of here
Bad news knits
On brow beat head
I’m in your midst
And nearly dead
But then you said I’m it
Make it quick and split
You said I’m out
How twist and shout
Do what you want
but then get out of here
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9. |
Recoup
04:08
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I didn’t know how I got the
Parliaments
Sitting on your stoop
Before you could recoup
I didn’t know what
patient meant
When hopes began to droop
Before you could recoup
your love would fade
With your advance
I played
———
She was a chord
With a third just hanging down
She was getting bored
And wouldn’t be ignored
She wore a dress
Right up to the nines
And to my distress
Saw I was penniless
—————
I looked down upon my
Jack Purcells
The weak link in the group
Before they could recoup
I shook the tree
And out I fell
A girl was in my soup
Before you could recoup
And my love would fade
With their advance
I played
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10. |
Columbus
05:20
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Columbus
On Nina or the Pinta
Bounding down the main
The captain called me out
I thought no-one knew my name
“I don’t like your sort”
He said right through a smirk
“You’re getting off this tub”
I said that that would work
I bid good bye to Nina
And left the stinking ship
With Santa and Maria
Tattooed to my hip
The rain ran as spittoons
In strings from down the sky
I went looking for a subway
But they’d burned it in July
Turn away from Columbus
it felt so good, feels so good
to leave it
Look away from Columbus
it felt so good, feels so good
Believe it
Put a cap up on my head
And got a plug for my good ear
Bug spray for the scent
And a cozy for my beer
I couldn’t help my walking
like I was unemployed
Like Woody Hayes in drag
Which I wanted to avoid
I was a drive-up clerk
For christians in their trucks
Chasing aphrodisiacs
They mug after they fuck
I was told to love my job
Or lose my drive-up spot
I began to miss the sea
But the captain maybe not
Turn away from Columbus
it felt so good, feels so good
to leave it
Look away from Columbus
it felt so good, feels so good
Believe it
I read of middle passage
From the center of a book
Of El Salvadoran sisters
And took a closer look
At my sailor past
And how I played along
I became a seasick mate
Who didn’t like the songs
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Brian Stevens New Milford, Connecticut
I am an alien that was sent to earth to study humans and report my findings to minister Zolumb on the planet Yat. To fit in with other middle aged men in my area, I took up pretending to make music. Enjoy.
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