1. |
the sun
03:46
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I’ve been taking too much tylenol
my face is gone
and I don’t know what to do but pack and run
into the sun - the sun
and all my sisters, they will dance with me
in ecstasy
and ride the tide from side to side ‘till every night
it is done - it’s done
I’ve been lying here, I’ve been dying here
in this old town
and all the things you say make it go away
I’ve been taking too much epsom salt
your faith is wrong
but I don’t have a clue so I just hide
and shun the sun - the sun
and all these blisters, they will cling to me
with energy
and drain my pain, pulse and convulse ‘till every night
it is done - it’s done
I’ve been lying here
I’ve been dying here
in this old town
and all the things you say
make it go away
please pick up the phone, throbbing dial tone
hating my brain
I need your air, I need that you care
for me
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2. |
late night radio
02:56
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I had that fucking dream again tonight
after hearing your subtle melodies
why do you run around all day
am I not good enough for a stop of time
I got a gun in my belt
next time I dream you I’ll just
shoot you down
I’ll aim for your lips when the bullet hits
so you can’t spread your lies no more
but I’ll be home for christmas
if that’s what you want me to be
we’ll talk about the jesus
and how you think he’ll set me free
I got a gun in my hand
you said you’d never understand me
I had my rocket in your pocket
now it hurts when I pee
I remember your crazy look
the way you took and shook and then let it be
how you made me coffee
with that goddamn thing from italy
but I’ll be home for christmas
if that’s what you want me to be
we’ll talk about the jesus
and how you think he’ll set me free
oh, oh, oh no
I’m the late night radio
and I remember your crazy eyes
your crazy legs and your crazy thighs
and I remember how you rained on my parade
every day
but I’ll be home for christmas
if that’s what you want me to be
I’ll be home for christmas
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3. |
a beginning
04:33
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you and I were there
when the sky was born and bled on us
and though you didn’t care
you sure know what it meant
and you and I were there
when the swamps, they cooled and drew us in
and though you didn’t care
you sure know what it meant
and, yeah, you laughed
and, yeah, you cried
and all the rocks, they formed
and then you fell
yeah, you were so high
and all the banks were drowned
and then the evening took us in
and drank out blood away
and then we fell into the sky
and the sun it fell away
it fell away
you and I were there
when the egg, it hatched and showed us life
and though she didn’t care
yeah, she sure knows what it meant
and you and I were there
when the clouds, they sank to tuck us in
and though we didn’t care
yeah, we sure live what we dreamt
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4. |
poet, man
02:52
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if I was a poet, man
you know what I’d do
I’d take your hand and go downtown
and drown that frown-crown down with you
if I was a fireman
you know what I’d do
I’d go outside and put out cigarettes
to save you
if I was a poet, man
you know what I’d do
I’d take your hand and go outside
and hide that lied pride right out of sight from you
if I was a preacher, man
you know what I’d do
I’d pray and pray every single day
and then I’d die just like everybody else
I ain’t no poet, man
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5. |
end time
06:00
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i've been gone, you know
'cause it's hard, so it goes
but this time is the last time i won't be myself
'cause it's hard, just too hard
i've been wronged, but so have you, you know
the skies are blue because of you, I'm sure
and if you won't cry, then i won't cry no more
it's just the tide taking us ashore
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6. |
roll
04:45
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roll, roll out of this
out of this town with me
for a secret
and hold, hold out your hand
out your hand to me
for some confidence
and be in this with me
in this poverty
where everything is free
grow, grow out of this
out of this life you made
for an epiphany
and see, see all there is
all there is to see
with those wet and
dreary eyes
and be in this with me
in this poverty
where everything is free
be in this for free
for all that we can be
and all that we will see
and I’ll roll if you push me
and I’ll drag you out with me
let go as soon as we’re there
let us feed gravity
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7. |
to the ground
04:00
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frying in the dying sun
one day you must end your run
but to sleep under that cherry tree
remember who you used to be
and what you’d do hadn’t you done
and what they’d say had you stayed
to the ground
the sand is where the hand cracks stone
where the stars have never shone
but to hide inside that dead latrine
and making all that could’ve been
and what I’d be had I only learned
what I’d be had it burned
to the ground
bonds, bonds are breaking
bridges, bridges tumbling
there is only that much I can take
there is only that much I can fake
but to sleep under that cellophane
or to hop into that aeroplane
what you plant ain’t what you reap
if only they’d forever sleep and be bound
to the ground
bonds, bonds are breaking
bridges, bridges tumbling
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8. |
tag along
04:21
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purple oceans under skies of fady blues
the yous and Is in our old mud-clotted shoes
drinking waves of soul that drip down from the trees
and we find our past down in the boiling seas
do you miss me when I’m gone
or do you tag along
waves of feeling drown the shark that’s always there
under our hair somewhere, behind that plain blank stare
yawning worlds into the holes in the sky
watching aeons go by
do you miss me when I’m gone
or do you tag along
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9. |
to one in paradise
05:53
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thou wast that all to me, love
for which my soul did pine
a green isle in the sea, love
a fountain and a shrine
all wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers
and all the flowers were mine
they were mine
ah, dream too bright to last
starry hope that didst arise
but to be overcast
a voice from out the future cries
on, on - but over the past I lie
mute, motionless, aghast
a gas
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10. |
burden
03:13
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my love is gone
before I knew her name
or saw her face
it all is the same
my lonely heart
aches for a game
cheer up my soul
give it a reason to remain
I am a burden
I am a tree
where they wanna build a house
for a lovely family
I am a rock
on your sandy shore
stroked by the waves
until I am no more
so come on, rise
out of this deep pit
clutch your fists
and go your own way
this lonely world
has got nothing for us
except for pain
and a few good songs
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11. |
goddamn time
04:54
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goddamn time, foe of mine
won’t you go back to where I
went wrong
one mistake is all it takes
to throw it all away, away
and I know you shrink as you grow
so it goes, I will never grow old
and I know you shrink as you grow
goddamn pills, fucking thrills
you need me as much as I need you
take a walk but it’s so dark
the sun is shining but I can’t see it
and I know you shrink as you grow
so it goes, I will never grow old
and I know you shrink as you grow
so it goes, I will never grow old
I got myself all figured out
I got myself all run down from
running out
and all I’ve got’s this melody
it is such a malady, it broke out
rain is raining clouds down
‘till they’re all shrivelled and dried
out and dying out
and all I got’s your sympathy
it might be my remedy to break out
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12. |
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THE RUINS Zürich, Switzerland
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