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that dog was raised by thieves
anyone could see
how fast he gnawed at me
-unconscious, unconscious
we are alive and stolen,
that is our excuse,
waiting for some handsome, secret avalanche
about to happen
don't bother fearing december
if you can't reach it anyway,
hold on to enchanted life if you can,
if you can
if you can
if you can
if you can
you'll canoe through the forest
when water runs high,
don't turn back, don't resist -you'll do fine
let the old men call you tiger,
cuz they might be the last ones who do
when they follow you,
it won't bother you,
you can just let it fall, let it roll
let the old men call you tiger,
cuz they might be the last ones who do
when they follow you,
it won't bother you,
you can just let it fall, let it roll
alt end chorus:
so enjoy your avalanche,
your spill is yours alone,
you can just
let it roll,
let it roll
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2. |
swamp fever dreams
04:35
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when the swamp dreams of you
you know you got somethin',
and even as you sink
it's a tender glide down
so you waltz with the swamp,
with its catfish and secrets,
till its fever,
fever breaks down
in ¾ time,
to the magical brine
you sweetly surrender,
and don't mind
that the water will forget you
in ¾ time,
¾ time
¾ time,
our time,
keep right on waltzing
in the mystical brine
in ¾ time,
our time
let go, let go, let go, let go-
feel your body flow
let go, let go, let go, let go-
feel your body flow
in ¾ time
the swamp likes to dream
in blue grey and green,
the full moon and mangroves
can't taste its tears,
and you cannot resist
the lure of its rhythm
holding you closest,
as the song nearly ends,
stirs from the dream now
-stirs you in calm waves,
letting your dream begin -
final embrace
beautiful surrender,
water receives you -
in ¾ time
¾ time,
our time
keep right on waltzing
in mystical brine
¾ time,
our time,
let go, let go, let go, let go -
feel your body flow
sink so sweet, go
toe-to-sweet under toe
in ¾ time
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3. |
Roman à cleft
03:33
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Roman had a cleft palate,
and found it hard to explain,
how someone so shy
with Apology Tourettes,
gave off such sex,
‘n smelled like sweat and rain
if only Roman were braver,
so many songs
and women he could have -
have ‘em singing
and humming by the end:
hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
oh my!
Roman found no key,
even when you
put it in his hand,
he found no key,
even when you
put it in his hand
he wrote songs
about robots,
girls with
technicolour hair
at night he'd sing
at the pet shop
where he worked
pets even loved him,
while the boss
untied her hair
Roman could only get braver
when he could see
all the love
that he could have -
have 'em singing and
barking by the end:
woof woof woof woof yip yip tip yip woof
stay boy,
stay that way
Roman found the key,
he found
the world of us there,
standing room only,
and found that he
was a super star
Roman still couldn't explain,
but now he could see
he still couldn't explain -
he’s happy
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4. |
last time i yearned
05:09
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last time that i yearned,
last time
that i yearned,
thought it would be,
hoped it would be
the last time
last time that i yearned
you’d think i
would've learned,
but the lack of promise
always makes me feel
at home
the flood always comes
then you gotta build a dam - give a damn
mete it with your own two hands
ya claw at it all,
deeper into no man's land - one man's damn
with that language that we made,
let die,
then tried
to build again
oh you sweet trick of yearning
leave me alone,
rightfully
cuz i did not ask
for this
regret is a wondrous soil,
leave it be,
leave me be -
to dismantle,
decay,
fall away,
free-fall
from the bones
free-fall from the bones
oh let this yearning chase me,
am wise to the tricks
and i am free -
and have all you rivers to thank
i'll hitch with those instead,
you'll get no resistance
out of me,
more people
can ride,
ride you clean -
forever more
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5. |
good old fashioned night
04:29
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gimme some good old fashioned night
some good old-fashioned night
the hard light hurts tonight -
shines hard on us
it won't matter if you leave
won't matter if you lie
endless summer nights
test the fences in a mind
don't wanna see you fail,
just happy that you tried
the town belongs to you,
i’ll be gone,
you be right
need some rest before i leave,
let the change roll down the pipe
cuz moonlight's better for goodbyes,
drifting's gentler in the night
moonlight's better for goodbyes
drifting's gentler in moonlight
moonlight's better for goodbyes
drifting's gentler in moonlight
not sure where i need to be
but i know
i need the dark
it’s what i'll find
it's what i'll find
not sure where i need to be
but i know
i need the dark
it’s what i'll find
it's what i'll find
i will run for both of us
i will run for both of us
searching
for you i will
i can
i will
searching
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6. |
face the rough music
04:06
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they were much more
than a cautionary tale,
told out of school
they're on the run
they're on the run
they're on the run
they’re on the run
can't go back, can't go back
you can't go back, you can't go back
you can't go back
can't go back, can't go back,
you can't go back, you can't go back
can't go back
cuz they'd been gone too long,
they'd been gone too long,
and upon
their return,
they were made
to face
the rough music
they'd been gone too long,
they'd been gone too long,
and upon
their return,
they were made
to face
the rough music
baking cakes in hubcaps,
finding their new way
along the way,
they don't have to stay,
and face
all that
rough music
they'd been gone too long,
they'd been gone,
and upon
their return
they were made
to face
the rough music
can't ever go back,
some people keep track,
can't ever go back,
some people keep track
why should you have to?
you don't have to
relive this
so much past in this past,
so much past
in this past,
time to
let it pass
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7. |
the scarecrow
03:41
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the scarecrow
still wore a locket
from a time when
words still came out,
when promises were made
she stood perfectly still,
still straw,
stuffed with lost prizes
and time,
scaring off the
crows and men
in her mind
she felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
all her nothing at all
she felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
all her nothing at all
she named the eagles,
named the eagles up high,
in her world
there was calm,
an overlooked place
she'd been protecting,
no longer remembering why
her stillness
could startle
folks just as hollow or more,
afraid they'd end up the same -
so still
she felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
all her nothing at all
she felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
all her nothing at all
and there was
nothing much worth keeping
no one left to fool
or blame
she still named the eagles up high
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8. |
when it rains
02:53
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somebody must've
watered you,
you grew healthy roots,
stayed where they knew you
you could have anyone,
everyone -
i hope you
feel it all
remind me of a giant
i used to know -
before his
big life took off,
took hold
he was strong and
had nice sweaters,
and he felt like you
we believed he'd
keep growing forever
then one day
he moved to a farm,
joined the quietest cult-
a cult of one.
i don't think that's bad, do you?
cuz i'm in love with
that ending,
and your beginning
these songs get written
when it rains,
such a pretty
window pane,
these songs get written
when it rains,
such a pretty pain (pane)
to wander (wonder) through
flowers smell stronger when it rains,
makes you remember
flowers smell stronger when it rains,
makes you remember
when you tend to your garden,
forget me not
when you tend to your garden,
forget me not
when you sleep in your garden,
forget me not
forget me not, forget me not,
when it rains, when it rains
forget me not,
forget me not,
when it rains.
when it rains
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9. |
slow moving man
03:53
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ya coulda married one of those
slow moving men
who'd followed you’round
in high-school,
how different
your life
might have been
there'd of been:
children
to fight for,
holidays
to live for,
vulnerability
to pay for -
in one way
or another
think of it now.
your very own
slow moving man,
sleeps next to you,
and snores
like the ocean waves
someone to shave for
while you watch his beard grow,
an achilles heel -
to grab and to hold,
nightmare to scold,
and pick up
from the same
barroom floor
someone to cheat on
while you're still
moving fast enough,
you'd still have him
when no one wants
either of you-
anymore
think of it now,
your very own
slow moving man,
who you dream of
drowning
in the
ocean waves
your kids wouldn't thank you
for not being abandoned,
you'd try not to punish them
for your choices,
and unfulfilled life
you'd give up
your lovers,
cuz affairs would be
harder,
and who'd want a martyr
who'd leave herself,
leave herself,
if she could?
think of it now,
your very own
mouth-breathing clan,
your final legacy
and ready-made crowd
to blame
just wake up thankful
there's no one to shatter,
and only life you gave -
was birth
to this song,
where's the regret
in that?
think of it now,
your very own
slow moving song,
it's about four minutes
and it’s simpler this way
it’s just simpler
this way
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10. |
queen of someone else's
04:06
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11. |
making strange
04:57
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the possum on
the northbound truck,
an unknown delivery,
never felt the cold before,
before today
the shrinking man
on the shrinking bike,
riding outta sight,
yearned to disappear,
pedal at the
speed of light
they were
making strange,
then riding away,
the feeling came
from somewhere,
and it wasn't wrong
making strange,
feeling okay
it wasn't an ice flow -
just some elbow room
the branches slapping
at her car
as she left
the party -
with full recall
of the best mistake
she'd never make
the free man
searched for
someone
to share his
language,
but now was enough,
at least
he knew -
that they were
making strange,
then riding away,
the feeling came
from somewhere,
and it wasn't wrong
making strange
until it's normal again,
maybe when the spring comes,
i'll see you again
keep going,
keep going,
come back
and make strange
keep going,
keep going,
come back
and make strange
keep going,
keep going,
come back
and make strange
we
chase the
dragon
city
we
chase the
dragon
city
we
chase the
dragon
city
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12. |
jewellery box
03:14
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wind the box,
pop the clasp
i'm inside,
always inside
lift the lid
and i'll dance
'round and 'round -
just for you,
among your trinkets
did ya ever want
to be
a trapped ballerina
like me?
swirling in
a torn tutu
as the same sweet tune
brings me to life
for you
near the
mickiemouse watch,
grandmother's locket,
a cherry bomb
- where's that ring oh yeah, i hocked it -
rhinestone brooch
and your old man's
bolo tie
he always wore
to the
friday night fish fry
jewellery box, jewellery box
what is in your
jewellery box?
repair jobs
'n old ideas
that still
shine like brand new
and a ballerina
who won't quit out on you
as long as you
keep on winding,
as long
as you
keep
on
winding
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13. |
Su's vulcan wolf song
04:46
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in my love,
my love
my love,
he left you
in my love,
my love
my love,
you left too
now all nature’s out of balance,
the coy wolf cries out —
(wolf howls)
we grew,
we grew,
we grew
great gardens
and milkweed
they grew,
they grew,
they grew
great gardens
and milkweed
now all nature’s out of balance,
the coy wolf cries out —
(wolf howls)
the trees, the trees
the tamarack
and spruce,
they miss you
the trees, the trees
the tamarack
and spruce,
they miss you
now all nature’s out of balance,
the coy wolf cries out —
(wolf howls)
goodbye my love
goodbye my love,
my Pooschka
goodbye my love
goodbye my love,
my Pooschka
all of nature’s out of balance,
the coy wolf cries out —
(wolf howls)
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