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Going through the patterns of love here that sear off flesh
Facing every mirror near us ___ best
Just a Skeleton in a can
Doodle do and lumber too and all the ways you’ve been
Everyone will see that you are different in the end
It’s just a skeleton in a can
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Old Table - Tell Me Why
00:48
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Tone deaf singer in Vegas
Tryin just to bum a drink
Had a lot of plans for nothin’
Had a lot of time to think
Could you tell me why
Everyone around here’s famous
Everyone but you and me
Walkin’ around here shameless
Everything but freedom’s free
Could you tell me why
Could you can’t deny
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Do you feel alive in your rumplestiltskin hive
Could you survive in a rumplestiltskin hive
I have arrived at a rumplestiltskin hive
To survive
And be alive
Sit and wonder why
And have some fun tonight
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Old Table - Sexualized
01:41
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Everything is so sexualized
Why don’t you try to define your ground
Everyone is so systematized
Why don’t you try to loosen what is bound
The lies will subside as discoveries are found
The sizes will rise and they’ll fall in every town
I’ll decide in my pride if my melody is sound
The prize of the guise will be impotent and round
The wise will devise a method in their boundlessly
Loving crowd around all are welcome bump the pound
Everything is so sexualized
Why can’t we try to acknowledge what we’ve found
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Old Table - Extreme Way
02:25
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There must be a more extreme way
To prove my love to you
To show my love to you
To prove my love to you
To show my love for you
Come on now
I’ll work on it a long long time
Commit to something in my mind
Some good that I want in this world
To share with every boy and every girl
And other now
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Old Table - Future World
02:38
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In a future world
There’ll be chaos in the streets
There’ll be monuments to pain
There’ll be momentary briefs
Wherein everything is rain
In a future world
There’ll be flights of brilliant sonar
There’ll be whales riding the rain
There’ll be colors left for Omar
There’ll be cities growing trains
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[Last year’s summer’s fading fast over another’s dream and touch another’s ass
I took a left turn somehow bold to the edge over the edge of time where every one half dead
I don’t wanna talk to no science world the mother fuckers lie and they make me hurl stuck in the ivory tower country of magic defeat]
Just a skeleton in a can
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You're all obsessed with the grey area
youre all watchin tv
you're all
readin the magazines of time
searchin for a rhyme that'll save your face
immortal death machine suicide pact
get on your ass and do your math
oh tim heidecker comfort me
come to the audience
and let us be
check him out now
he's a celebrity
look into those eyes tell me what you see
who cares who cares about anything anymore there's no such thing as good and evil
when the swamp bowls over and everyone dies... suicide... pact
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Smackin around with the walrus boys
Crackin the ground with the porpoise twins
Slappin the ground makin walrus noise
Bangin around on the skins today!
Today
(Crackin the ground with the walrus boys
Pattin the ground with the porpoise twins
Smackin the sound makin walrus noise
Runnin in place of the fitness gyms)
Pattin the ground with the walrus boys
Leaving the film for a scene today
Swim in the sound of a sonar noise
Seen him around with the porpise twins
Today
(Hackin the sound with the small cot joys
Whackin around with the soul shot twins
Sackin the pounds with the green bay ploys
Swimmin around with the porpoise fins)
Weighing the lives of the screen shot twins
Weighing the Lives of the street Shot Twins
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Old Table - & With Me
02:59
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And with me
And the Music
Used to be a joyous thing
Singinging songs
Being Funny
To alleviate something
Now it’s gone, to make money,
Out of sight from everything
Now we talk
Of a future
You and I the Thought Police
Hold a hand
Breach a movement
Let it Sail into a sea
To a time
In a moment
Smash the Petrified Machine
Feel the air
In the moonlight
Through the obtuse building’s dream
Here we Are
Call the Ghost of Here we are
Ancient Ghost
Dwelling somewhere
Out of sight from every screen
When he comes
watch him well up
in the eyes of the unseen
Here we are
Here we are
Call the Ghost of here we are
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No one knows who wrote Journey to the West
That’s because all we learned about was progress
No one knows who wrote Journey to the West
That’s because all we learned about was you
Monkey and Pigsy and Tripitaka
Wonderful heroes of virtue
Sandy and Buddha and Bodhisattvas
Your imagination awaits you
No one knows who wrote journey to the west
But they can tell you all about wack progress
No one knows who wrote journey to the west
but all these heroes are walking towards you
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12. |
The Cradle - Bicycle
05:00
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you don't remember how
you don't remember how
you don't remember how to put it back together now.
you took your bike apart
you took your bike apart
to put in a new and better part
but you don't remember how to put it back together now
when i kiss you on your face
you just tell me thanks
and i look at you that way
and you look at me that other way
but i might as well just wait
'cause i cannot look away.
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terrible things happen to terrible people
terrible things happen to good people
oh, our world is that way
our world is that way.
here comes the jury
your face has been judged,
you have been sentenced
to hate everyone
and spit in the eyes
of your closest friends
again and again
and to see the reflections
of your failings in them
and to see how they're greedy
and oblivious
and normal.
well if i love you why do i do it?
if i love you why do i do it?
i love you, why do i do that?
i could go naked and get myself arrested
i could go naked and get myself trusted
i'll tellyou sincerely
if you sit real near me
here's what i mean when i mean what i say:
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The Cradle - Swallow
03:42
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Who taught her how to care?
where do they live,
and how do i pay?
your friends
your friends
your friends
your friends
they don't deserve your hate
but you deserve to hate them.
ain't that a real friend?
who taught her how to dance
and when i get there, what do i say?
i want
you to
teach me
how to
swallow myself.
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give it to me, i'll show you what i mean
give it to me, i'll show you what i mean
why do i always need to be seen?
she merges my loneliness and vanity.
give me your eyes, i'll give you my life
give me your eyes and i'll give you my life
i'll be your clown and i'll be your wife
build me a stage, i'll learn every line
build me a cage, i'll step right inside.
give me your word, i'll live on the air
give me your word and i'll live on the air
i'll eat your crust and sleep under the stairs
i'll live without sex and cut off my hair.
when i touch her body i forget my name
when she touches my body she empties my name.
why
is it always the same
you're gonna leave me because i can't say
"when you look at me you empty my shame"
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The Cradle Brooklyn, New York
music of paco cathcart. brooklyn, NY.
for booking/whatever: pkcathcart@yahoo.com or
646 220 3328
i also engineer for other people/bands. hit me up for that analog natural jank.
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