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Place Seven
01:54
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Water Plug
03:30
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The little water stuck in my ear,
Somewhere deep, behind some corners,
I can see them- pink, hollow, lit by what light?
There's a little aqueous plug and it has to do
With the yellow submarine feeling. That is the one
I've spoken of before.
The desk at the house in Harper's Ferry, playing a computer game,
I got that feeling- it's like being really alone.
I test it by singing. And if my voice is thin and not mine,
I know this is the same feeling I have been noticing
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Antonio Sings
03:05
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We sat 'round the table and Antonio sang.
Maybe my perception got soft in the smoke, but I thought
I'd heard his voice before.
Looking to get home...
I've got something I wanna try when I get home.
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Wichita
02:03
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Drear fever of morning,
Like body did not complete
All the night's procecees.
Supper eggs uncracked,
Take their round place in my guts.
The dream flies to the eyelid
And perches there like a dirt speck,
Or a place I've never been.
Wichta, Kansas.
Wichita...Arkansaw?
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5. |
Biting All Night Long
01:45
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Such talk...Feels like bugs biting all night long...Such talk...
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The Opposite Way
03:40
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A couple of missionaries walk the street.
I shake out my face and prepare to greet
Them at the door, where I'll take the pamphlet,
Put it on the shelf, where it'll sit
For maybe a month or more.
But they pass by our door.
You go away and come back yesterday.
You are a good missionary.
That's the only way to be,
When you're in someone else's country.
Kids taking jumpshots in the park across the way.
The ball goes up now and comes down yesterday.
I wish I'd got on that train,
That was heading the opposite way.
The opposite way is the way to be-
That's the only way for me.
The treasure room is already at our backs
But what's the point in leaving without the stash?
I've got a spell that will make time stop,
Just at the right time-
Just when it became mine.
Well, here are a few of the things I have:
My cup of coffee and
My red hat,
My ashes and crumbs on
My desk,
My savior's cell phone and
My sex.
I've got a spell that will suck up the sand.
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7. |
Singing in The Street
02:23
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pity
pity
pity
pity
pity
pity
It's been one day since I met them. Every day's been the same day since that day.
Drinking coffee, the same coffee. Having a memory, the same memory.
People singing in the street, the same song I heard in my dream.
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My Destination on Time
00:48
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9. |
I See You Every Day
02:51
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I see you every day
You're always the same.
I see you every day
That's one thing that don't change.
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Pure Manipulator
02:32
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What is the word that makes all clear?
What is the thought that he left in her ear?
I just wanna know what Seldon said
When he found the lovely Lily dead.
Oh, you were stuck in your head-
They were stuck in your head.
Can't live without the irony
Of taking part in society.
Pure
manipulator
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I'm giving up a new love
I'm giving up my best blood
There's no reason, I'm just giving it up
I don't need a reason, I'm just giving it up...
Oh, how the weather does change
It gets so strange when your mind stays the same
In the picture that memory has fixed
You hold on to your mom by the watch on her wrist.
Birds all on the fence in a line
Scatter on instinct when I pass by.
Refugees crossing the sea-
When will we understand what it means
to be giving up a new love?
A gameboy game falls from the shelf to the floor
I look up and decide to love you no more
I go outside to cut open my chest
The moth that escapes means it's time to reject.
oh, your hands are so strong...
The song self-contained
The song self-refrained
When wil the song change?
When will it explain why we're giving up a new love?
Oh how the memories change
The kid with the broken watch will explain
How I befriended my dad
And renounced the new love I had
I can live to recall
I can't live to recall
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Words Can Never Hurt Me
01:26
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Sticks and stones,
Tricks with fire,
The gilted homes
That I require so
Words can never hurt me.
Well I've got my
Daddy's pride,
And I don't know
Any history-
Words can never hurt me.
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14. |
She Won't Ever Know
01:33
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Give up the show
She won't ever know.
Yeah, I know the way you do-
She won't ever know.
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I remember when I didn't know your name
(why should I worry and pray in vain?)
It felt so good, it felt like I was dying
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Place Eight
02:32
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The Cradle Brooklyn, New York
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646 220 3328
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