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June
01:13
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June was when the Earth started to spin
It was when the towers began to sing their hymns
And the rivers’ engines started so
That the rivers could start to flow, but
Now it’s November
I’m stuck in November
And it’s been November for too long
In June the ice cracked and it felt so good
The glaciers melted, there was a flood and I
Drowned peacefully
In June the angels were kind to me, but
Now it’s November
I’m stuck in November
And it’s been November for too long
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2. |
Come To The Show Tonight
05:02
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Come to the show tonight
Fun guaranteed for all
Bring your family
Highly educational
I promise it will
Bring tears to your eyes
Better and cheaper than
A psychiatrist's session
Safer and saner than
The unspeakable tension
I promise it will
Bring tears to your eyes
Come to the show tonight
I'm on the spotlight
For all of you tonight
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3. |
Trapeze Men Falling
03:46
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The trapeze man stares at the audience
He’s nervous since he’s never seen a crowd in such impatience
They want him to go as high as no one has ever gone before
They want him to fall to crack to be rebuilt then they’ll ask for more
Arms stretch
Hoping someone’s there
With tender arms
And a tight grip
The fall lasts forever but she doesn’t make a sound
All lovers gasp as her body hits the ground
She answers to a name but no one seems to be calling
Last words she says:
"The closest thing we have from flying is falling"
Arms stretch
Hoping someone's there
With tender arms
And a tight grip
To keep him
Over their abyss
And keep him safe forever
But there’s no safety net
Soon gravity puts them apart
She remembers they promised to talk
It’s over now
Over now
One will fall
One always falls
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4. |
Spider Waltz
03:24
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My bones didn’t fit in any of the bodies that I've had
But this little fact doesn’t make sad
I’m just in the right mood
I’m a happy gun oh man
I could clean this country
I could feed this land
If only I was awake
Locusts and spiders rattle in my tin
Stomach and I sleep at ease
Dreaming of the day when I’ll cast a mighty wind
To blow away the phantom-disease
If only I was awake
Tell me that you miss me
I would do
I would do things
I’d go places
I’d meet people
I was supposed to meet someone
But the waking world won’t wait
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5. |
These Webbed Feet
02:53
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A new kind of disease gave me 2 couple of wings
with 2 I cover my face with 2 I cover my feet
Now wait a minute I got Tokyo on the line
They're going down in flames
Now wait a minute I got Tokyo on the line
They're going down in flames
A new kind of disease gave me these webbed feet
I'm growing interesting, why don't you come around and we meet?
Now wait a minute I got Tokyo on the line
They're going down in flames
Now wait a minute I got Tokyo on the line
Start naming names
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6. |
Quasars Calling
04:34
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There's a tiger outside
It's calling my name again
It brings knives under its eyes
And car crashes under its skin
It also grants new sights
If one has the nerve to fight it
It waited countless days and nights
But it won't wait forever
Don't give up on me
Quasars are calling outside
Singing B-flats to me
They say there's no reason to hide
That everything is as it should be
That the traffic lights down here
And the constellations above
Are the same and always have been
Under the great uncaring love
Don't give up on me
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7. |
Don't Stay Long
07:48
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Out of words and out of here
Hair falls like feathers once did
I’ll keep my mouth shut, closed,
Silent and safe, filled up with my usual dose
Don’t pay attention
This song was made just to distract
And I’m not sure
If I want you here for the final act
Don’t stay
And don’t pay attention
Out of words and out of this planet soon
Sober, civilized
Throwing up in the bathroom
Don’t pay attention
This song was made just to distract
And I’m not sure
If I want you here for the final act
Don’t stay
And don’t pay attention
Don’t pay attention
I’m a repetition station
Just a repetition station
Going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
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8. |
Wave To Me
04:03
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I’ve seen myself from a point too far from me
Waved to myself even though I knew I could not see
I was a boat carrying my eyes to the other shore
After these words I’m gonna rest won’t ask for nothing more
So I floated
I was like a whisper in a thunderstorm
Distorted, bloated, was sinking that body
that vessel that uniform
It just got dark
Now there’s just me in the whole Universe
I’ll spend my last spark
So I’ll gather strength to sing my last verse
Wave to me
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9. |
I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
01:48
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I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson
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10. |
Surprise, Surprise
03:38
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Everybody has a plan these days
Everybody knows their place
Not everybody fits between the turning cogs
The crushed ones make room for 1000's more
Everybody is so settled in their lives
In their roles as future husbands and wives
Why should we fear anything?
Naiveté pays more
A lump in the throat and an aching spine
Are easy to endure
When you are so young
And so sure
The future is in your hands
To twist
To change
To bend
To rearrange
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