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Wonder Man
03:15
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a deep dive alright; it's gonna be a banger tonight
there's no other way to see the light
because life is full of wonder, man! you really gotta
wonder when your eyes are too wide and the creeps reach in
out here in the wild all alone
we're new here, and i'd rather not come off like a helpless pile
but i could use a hand settin up the band
because everything's become oblique
people disappeared and came back weird
popping off lengthwise in the streets
and so i think you know why we're assembled today
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Pretty down
03:23
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witchin around, ouija me out
cackling skeletons with money to burn, here at the house
they'll feed your family
before i pack my stuff, let's take a walk to a new place to stay
a home from yesterday; it's a family house razed to the ground
let's gild the greenery, but before i pack my stuff, let's take a walk
the feathers and the bedrolls extra soft
when i was a little boy, i figured i could fly
i jumped off from the parlor steps and realized i could die
then, when i was just about to recognize true pain, something softly caught me by the teeth and softly placed me on my knees
and i was quick to forget. life churns every day, baby
out by the pond, skewer the craws; pretty down but i'm a hound
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Marathon
03:04
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runnin the rum real fast. now you see just who I am
among the saints and the whiz kids, a quite excessive man kickin all his cans. and doesn't it make you feel nice how these folks glow in the light? makes you wish you was a painter
it all comes back when I relax, and there's a spot that I'm missin real bad.
Bahia Honda, baby, i saw you smokin on TV
and you were so mixed up, a little sweet pea, you caught the fever, the fever, the fever... and doesn't it make you so mad that you could feel all sorts of bad without checkin off one tiny little box?
it all comes back when I relax, and there's a bottle I'm missin real bad.
in the lap of luxury purrs a little cat. ninety-five percent of his life is wakin up...
It all comes back when I relax, and that's a sharp motivational tack
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Roast Ghost
02:58
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i was havin real-life fun and that's never just enough
roarin sacred nights skip by in a recollection.
all blessings with the, um... hey, yeah
i know it can be real tough towing lines and duckin out
when you're humming along to the matter of the heart that's in the hand
but you choose the time, and i'm gonna put it to you straight.
wave me by with your one glad hand. here's the movie, here's the scratch
pass me a note under the desk: it's a sunrise over rats
rats
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Pool smokuhss
02:40
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once in a blue, i fall into a freaky old flicker of mood
once in a while, i light the dynamite and BOOM it's a big fat dud
and the silence is red
have a fugeddabadit
who could forget? kibitz with the dead
if there is actionable intel, then
i'd like to say you've all done wonderful with your movin's ahead
i had the words thrown out immediately after i saw that this, too, shall pass
and the silence is red
i could use that glass o'wine
who could forget the violence unsaid
and how it dangles on the line?
i want your help, but don't help like that
i might bite back, dressed all in black
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Come back soon!
04:30
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maybe live in the same place for an entire life
maybe just a siesta in the mid day bright
in a rattling city that you wear like a sling
in a long line of basements with your air of ease
and the wrecks that stick to it; oh man, i wanna stay warm
for another year or four, but along comes a paint job
and nothing feels right. smudge it up every night
you're coming back soon; won't you keep on the move?
on a rock by a river let a moment flow past
on a card from korea with a worm in a flask
on the top of a mountain pissin down on the pass
if i wanna go back i can take a dram; but the past is dangerous
i went to go and get more; there's more than was before
and it was definitely stupid goin on raising hell. just get on outta dodge
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Kite Violit
03:53
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father tom jumped out of the cake on his birthday, then they harvested his meat for a meal
and as he hit the oil, he was a beautiful lamb chop double stop his heart will go on
die to please only trying to make somebody feel good; never could juice it with the naturals
i'm a hoax on rope, and i need you to please, believe in what i'm trying to let through
i never made one false move
there is something real pretty about the mess a heart makes in the moments when it's cool and clear
see me swishin up and down the range and mean; i'm always so goddamn dizzy, oh man
but i never made one false move
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freckled hills in the pitch
blink and glint, drink it in like flint
wasted at the break of a wave
when i escaped, wigglin in place
i punched a wave
poseidon's a bitch
and i know he heard the whole damn thing, okay
what kinda song will you play
on the nose, straightly faced
hey, i learned to like it that way
hurts to change and it murders to wait
threads still hangin loose in the air
hanging on so tight to the small, small hours
gimme pause, gimme time
late to bloom. high, high five
darlin don't you like it that way?
desert dry; smile like a gate
all the world's a goof and it feels so weird
so weird just to say it out loud
hit the grind, got a lift
to the loft burnt the edges off
all the happy talk made you rich
all your plans went off without a hitch
floating island waterfallin
spillin on down and down and down
and now your love gets pushed around
as if the ash-can spit you out, my friend
i saw your love get pushed around
OK - we all arrived in the same way
we came around just fine
never had to do it this way
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Quiet (rest)
03:45
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i need a little what-if maybe so or no
i need a little white lie and a smoke in the cold
some peace and some quiet. who knows when
i'm tryin to derail some ramblin wreck
some place for a stake-out
binocular big-shot
everything can turn like a neck
and i need a little rough patch for the shine to stick
or i'll rot in a dirty man-cave with about six months off
in the quiet and blue
what would you do with all that time
doin what you can to stay alive
what would you with all that time
in a porsche? rest is murderous
rest is more, it bites back
so what would you do? im askin for a friend
time enough at last to stay alive
so what would you do with all that time in a
beautiful new submarine?
giant jellyfish, goblin sharks and sheer depth
abyssal ramblin. eight full hours of good sleep
so what would you do? i'm askin for a friend
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Mt Oliv
03:45
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i took a train to olive town
i saw the pollen flyin round
i wonder where im gonna go when i shack up and plod on home?
it's a neighborhood rush. jeopardy is on at the seven o clock dusk
it's a pencil in the eye but he's a nice guy. just a random rollin nut
i sure love words and the way they make things soft, and god
i wish i had the right words
i done some things that felt unfair
i let the bastards breathe my air
i really wanted to be friends, all the way to the end
at least i truly had the chance
fire up
the radio flyer and meet me at the bottom of my tom and jerry cup
let's try to put our hands on the merciless command of the random rollin nut
well i sure love words and the way they make things soft; and god
i wish i had the right words
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Riff on the rabbit
04:44
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loiter in the front, leaves land rough
i had a bit of a dream; i had a bit of a
weak sort of feeling; my friends in prison
tappin on the table, stare em right down
i can grip my one thread quite well
it takes a bit of a fuss; it gets a little bit worse
for the better; boats need the weather
let's get ridin out in the ancient spree. you know what i mean
gather at the pawn shop, glue gun hot
you make a piece of a whole
you make a bit of a bet that you'll duck when
cults come ring your knocker. tappin on the table, one true beat
sit with my guitar, the gun gets got
i had myself a strum, i played a sort of a riff on the rabbit hole
can of spinach; muscles mcgee burst through,
but with the utmost care
and all of that sideways walking
fits you, fits you, fits you...
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