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Radium Blonde
04:33
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I can't break these plans
They fall around like ash
Flower petal dance...a trance
You can feel the blast
It rolls over the land
Nuclear answers in...the wind
By first light, our hands are held tight
It's alright
You touch your hair the sun won't meet you there
But I might
The trees are white
Less capable of flight in hindsight
You touch your hair the sun won't meet you there
But I might
I can't break these plans
Expanding like a smile
Barefoot, scared, and mild...a child
You won't see the sand
It keeps turning into glass
This will come to pass...a flash
(So come on help me split the atom)
By first light, our hands are held tight
It's alright
You touch your hair, the sun won't meet you there,
But I might
The trees are white
Less capable of flight in hindsight
You touch your hair, the sun won't meet you there,
But I might
The Sunshine Tells No Stories
Walking Through The Tall Grass Lonely
The sunshine don't but it's alright
The trees are nice but they're not mine, it's alright
The sunshine, left-right, on time.
The trees are white but it's alright, yea...it's alright
The Sunshine Tells No Stories
Walking Through The Tall Grass Lonely
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Maroon Man
02:50
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there's a nice new maroon house down my street
with a garden in the back that makes it seem
off beat and clean from the urban path
with its nice new windows and its fresh cut grass
and the man who lives there reflects the color
with his pale blue eyes and his red sweater
you can see him stuck sinking in his maroon hammock
with his paint stained plants looking oh so tragic
we're so sick
we wanna go home
we don't believe in miracles
there's a mailbox waiting to be built
there's a birdhouse waiting to be filled
there's a newspaper waiting to be red
there's a seismograph stuck in his head yea
we're so sick
we wanna go home
we don't believe in miracles
Love Love Love lost from the middle or doomed from the start?
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Pirate Ship
03:40
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I'm not one for faking smiles
Kick the grains in sandy piles (honestly it's backwards)
I've got no love for dirty beaches
Dusty skies with cloudy features
This is not a pirate ship
It's safe to say it's sinkin' quick
Watching the waves go by
Covered in Nature's light
You're too good for
You're too good for me
Flipping through the radio dials
Oil spills and murder trials (I swear someday I'll have one)
Crooked storefronts colored teal
Mid-day traffic turning wheels
I SAID,
"This is not a pirate ship, it's safe to say we're sinkin' kinda quick"
that's okay...
Watching the waves go by
Colored in Nature's light
You're too good for
You're too good for me
Watching the waves go by
Colored in Nature's light
You're too good for
You're too good for
Watching the waves go by
(I try to say hi...but its not like you're alive)
Covered in Nature's light
You're too good for
You're too good for anyone but me
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You said to me that the skies were blue
Why would you wanna be so cruel
cause when I crossed the desert
The rain was pouring on my sweater
You took me and warmed me up
Poured some home brewed tea in a cup
I told you mine and you showed me yours
All over the kitchen and bathroom floors
This is not
The way it coulda coulda shoulda woulda been but it you thought it was love
It was not
Because it's blind like a bird in a cage when you cover it up
Sand on my shades from the sick hot wind
That knocked me down and made me spin
There’s a lizard blizzard hiding out for me
There’s a zigzag smile on this snow white sea
This book of changes from ancient times
Left me nothing but with broken lines
This road is nowhere these plants are sharp
They cut me deep and break my heart
This is not
The way it coulda coulda shoulda woulda been but you thought it was love
It was not
Because it’s blind like a bird in a cage when you cover it up
No one ever want's the desert I have found
Never move a hand to keep you around
Keep quiet like a bird under cactus dirt
When the sun goes down...never make a sound
This is not
The way it coulda coulda shoulda woulda been but you thought it was love
It was not
Because it's blind like a bird in a cage when you cover it up
You Thought It Was...
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Channel Surfers
04:41
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it was all a dream and it came to me
in daytime shifts and rays of golden-green
like a story told in a hallway where
the days collect like leaves
dream of find someone to love
part the frozen sea
where the winters air was gravity
it held you close to me
the sky was turning black but light was shining back
in colors we can't see
snow falls we're not going home
the time was gold around your arm it clicks its song
your payload was received
by painted ghosts who haunt this home
i try i try i try
to bridge the gap between the wind and hot cement
it bends beneath me
the pressure breaks
the yellow masks release
the storm was over
the girls the ghosts are fake the freight trains run on time
suicide notes and i could sing them
the moon the waster breathing colors on my mind
this paper ball game has no rhythm
I can’t bite the boat
There’s something wrong with me
Pass me the remote the TV silk screen and
Channel surfing at the beach
The counter culture chords
Hung-up in the backyards and
Trees are fast asleep
Beneath the plasma machine
It holds the beat, on a string
Unwind through the fire of a dream
The old recycled moon
Keeps traveling westward so
Shave the Styrofoam
From off the autumn leaves
A tree stuck in a hole
Got a soul to keep
Trapped in the drain/vains? of its roots
The phosphorescent rain
Flooded up valleys and
Streets are painted gold
By weeping time machines
Reposed and resold
Beneath the thought regime
Vanishing ink coats my page
Your blue lipstick bruise
Caught the breath leaving my
Lungs are fit to use
A pink lobotomy
Eyes are on the loose
Someone new to meet
Holding your hand at the beach
And no red dotted shell
Fell in the cave of your teeth
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