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Edge of the Galaxy
02:40
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Light slices through her shades like a scimitar to a sultan’s neck
She brushes her teeth and the sink’s
reverberations sing to her like an old record with good harmony and no melody
Rides up the hill to a job she hates in a town she loves
Locking the wheel to the post, she takes her helmet off and sees me coming around the corner
And I look like a wreck
yeah, he looks like a mess
But I get along get along, go on
My will is wed to this vision of fury that sings in my head
I follow my words, my singing swords
My heart is strong and my love is law, I get along
Get along go on go on, I get along get along go on
I get along, going walking up that hill again-
Surviving the blue, surviving the blue
Might as well be at the edge of the galaxy, so little light getting through to me
It’s a 70 percent grey out - gorillas in the mist day out
And all the street signs say ‘yeah, right’, ‘no way!’
And all the cars are honking,
‘give up, hey! hey!’
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Sing Low
03:12
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I’ve learned when to take it slow, something will develop, I know - Sing low
Don’t bother with that compass rose, I’m in it wherever the wind blows, Sing low
Introducing myself in the cool blue light as I walk through the door
Sing low, sing low
Sneaking out the back, silent down the stairs, oh I’m cutting through the early morning - shoes fall in wet prints, If I can make it to the road,
I’m as good as home.
I’m as good as home.
Introducing myself in the cool blue light as I walk through the door
Through fireflies and the scent of death I make my way through the dusky gold - sing!
Blazing guns in the sneaking sun flares down to the earth below - sing!
I’m as good as home, as good as home
Oh the lights on the bus- Blackout over the hill- The white street lions- The cold grey chorus
Hallelujah, we’re free:
I’m as good as home, as good as home
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Surf Angel
03:27
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She picks up where she left off, kill me kill me now
Her hair wet from the mist, kill me kill me now
When she fades into the waves...
Her secrets safe with me
Up on that silver board, kill me kill me now
Her tears fall- comets into the blue, kill me kill me now
Are you out there? Very delicate
We could talk, we could test the water, I know that you can’t stay
Are you out there? Are you out there?
When she fades into the waves her secret’s safe with me
When she fades into the waves the magic stays with me
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4. |
Below the Surf
03:48
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Millions of microbes, rotoscoping rhizomes, try to call it up to talk, can’t even get a dial tone
Vibrations in the body, sensations in the automation - angels in the underworld beneath my skin below my station
I’m trying to collect myself - got skin, hair, heart, brains, teeth, tongue, lungs, face.
I’m trying to express myself - bang goes the light bulb, shattered glass, all my ideas coming fast
I’m in the middle of a drought, how about a flood?
In the still blue water! Below the surf
A straight wave tricked into a saw, factories back open for the season.
Autumn leaves fall, shimmy!
Dinosaurs come back to birth, them bones shake up and outta the earth
Those bones, that gold, what is it worth? Rubies, diamonds, minerals, islands
I’m trying to connect the dots - got stance, posture, poise, voice, attention, listen, random noise
I’m trying to express a lot - bang goes everything, at the door, come apart when I hit the floor
In the middle of the world, the hot core!
Wipe out!
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E.M.P.
04:31
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I know what you look like before I see you
Cough in the kitchen the breath of a ghost
And you can toss me out, call me burnt toast
Cause when I get like this, I’m as good as gross
Kneel over my body, collect my pulse
Lean over my mouth, I’m not breathing am I breathing? No!
Its all an awful dream
But when I wake up its just starting
Just warn me before you shut me out
Tell me before you change the locks
Ask me, better yet
Ask me, I will fight you cause I need this
Ask me, I wake up for this every morning
Ask me, my shirt my matching colors
Ask me, my lunch my marching orders
I know what you look like before I see you, stumble upon the scene coming out of a dream
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Bright Spots
03:01
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A knife made of old teeth, with shoelaces in knots
Stumble and bump down empty streets but every door is locked
Get out of town, stomach sick
Just an empty shell where love once lived
A man he tells a story about a dog come back to life
I out him as a liar, and I feel bad every time
Get out of town, tear that ticket
Just an empty shell where love once lived
I could find the perfect pattern, all bright spots
Would you let me have it
A storm all night on rails I ride I get no sleep no time no sleep no time
Just enough money for too much coffee - black and weak
Arrive alright, what's on my mind, I get no sleep no time no sleep no time
Pull together what little I have in this dizzy streak
I could find the perfect pattern, all bright spots
Just reach out and grab it
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Nova
03:43
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Today we set out, loose debris from the river’s mouth
Its the fever do you feel me? Tiny movements I believe in
In the evening all the radios ring
Strong and sweet grow and reach
Find the others build up size and speed
Today we set out - house of blue light house of all clouds
Been a series of noise and lonely squeaks
But there's a music that's snaking around it sneaks
Around my backbone, from behind my eyes it blinks
Strong and sweet grow and reach
Starless night bore a beast
The tongue the teeth
Too wild to teach
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8. |
Cruel Hands
04:04
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Cool hands on a summer saxophone, its a baritone
Writing foolish verses to you - Paul, what do I do
I’m out of my element... oh oh oh but here we go!
Ecstatic vision, am I laughing or crying?
in this sweet occupation, home is where my heart sizzles
Both hands in the fire - Watch! as my world gets weird
Fridge to the fryer - What’s! cooking in this kitchen?
Laughing or crying, laughing or crying
Hear me out! Crack the car windows...
I love it when we’re cruising together-
Ecstatic vision spitting and singing
Sweet occupation, home is where my heart sizzles
Both hands in the fire - Watch! as my world gets weird
Fridge to the fryer - What’s! cooking in this kitchen?
Laughing or crying, laughing or crying
Hear me out! Crack the car windows...
-Don’t you love it, feeling like this?-
Laughing or crying laughing or crying, laughing or crying laughing or crying...
Cruel hands on a summer saxophone, Johnny leave me alone
What do I do i do
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9. |
Carving the Mountain
04:30
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Carving the mountain in my own image!
I come in calm control - no clouds on my radar
Moon in the sky in the day time ready to come apart
Drive out to the spot, I need space, do you mind?
Heaven knows, its my own design
Carving the mountain in my own image
Boys with their toys (boys with their toys)
Give them an inch
Carving the mountain my shovel my score
Strike a vein strike a chord strike a vein strike a chord
Strike a vein strike a chord strike a vein strike a chord
I’ve got something special and a lot of it
Wings that spread out wide
Suns coming up, I’m in one of my moods
I’ve got something special and rocks to move
Cross the river step over the line, I will never be satisfied
So quiet out, just the hum of the streetlights
Cross the river, step over the line, I will never be satisfied
Swim in circles going further and wider each time
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10. |
Hands Turn to Claws
04:33
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Invisible to you, at least I know my place. I try my best to turn a couple heads.
The magic trick, the smoke, the long and winding joke.
Imagination runs wild, I never know what to expect.
I'll pack my bags, say my goodbyes, farewell my nervous wreck.
My name in lights, I like the sound of it. Mystical things, its got that ring to it.
Imagination runs wild, I dream a burning countryside.
Pack your blessings, count my loved ones, in the middle of the night.
I dream a fire, a cozy home, spreading from the kitchen to the living room
I dream a fire, a countryside, spreading from the dry grass to the county line
I dream a fire, I dream a fire, better get down to it, or leave it alone
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James Rabbit Santa Cruz, California
Pop conglomerate California Bay Area.
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