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Big Ass Fridgidaire
08:38
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Big Ass Fridgidaire
Well, so glad you could make it tonight--
has it really been so long?
There's an edge to the air
and a feeling that runs so strong.
We're gonna play us some music tonight,
and I hope that is why you came.
And we hope you can dig it,
but anyways it's all the same.
So come in, sit down, shut up
Can we just avoid pretense?
We wanta hear what each other plays
so act like you've got some sense!
I said sit down, shut up
'cause out on the road back there
is a home and a wife that I miss
and a big ass Fridgidaire
And we'd rather keep it cordial,
but we've all got our things to do.
And we thank each and every one
as a source of revenue.
But we ain't here to hear you talk,
so ya'll just relax and listen.
Let the music take our minds off
all those things we're missin'.
So come in, sit down, shut up
Can we just drop pretense?
We wanta hear what each other plays
so act like you've got some sense!
I said sit down, shut up
'cause back on the road out there
is my home and my wife who I miss
and my big ass Fridgidaire
Kill the chitter-chatter,
nothing else matters
but the strings & the drums & the keys
It ain't so hard and
we like to make art and
a few pleasant melodies
We ain't no bar band
We like to make art and
leave a few good memories
So thanks for understanding this thing
about dancers and wannabes,
but we're all adults in here,
or at least you ought to be.
Can we all take something away
from this little rendezvous?
'Cause we might wanta do it again
when we've nothing better to do.
So come in, sit down, shut up
and we'll just avoid pretense.
We wanta hear the music play,
so act like you've got some sense.
We said sit down, shut up
'cause out on the road somewhere
we've got a place and a life that we miss
and my big ass Fridgidaire
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Do What?
05:03
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Do What?
Everybody I've ever loved
loved my doppelganger more.
Nothing much to do with me--
I'm neither boor nor bore,
but he is everything I'm not
and too easily ignored,
and that is part of his vague appeal,
and shade is its own reward.
Confusion is the currency
of these psychological sins,
and on the scales of her desire
the money always wins.
Our hopes are as substantial
as the words beneath our breath:
mine, Please go fuck yourself.
Hers, Have a nice death!
Tarry not for the day of saints,
nor rage for the world to burn,
for your lot is of ash and dung
and the turning of the worm.
Quaff and quibble, purge and spurn,
drink of it deep and wholly--
come dying-day the worm will turn
and shall not keep it holy.
Too much of anything
is hell on the heart.
Not enough of everything
which sets us apart.
Too much of everything
to keep us apart,
not enough of anything
which makes for a start.
You came in with a gift
and said "Open it if you dare."
But why today? Why such a gift
and why such a vacant stare?
You said, "Open it now
and tomorrow and forevermore,
but never open boxes
if you cannot close a door."
Do what?
Do what?
I hold the stranger's bedroom key,
I have the stranger's eyes.
I have the comprehension
of my own foreseen surprise.
And now I lay me down to sleep
amidst the stranger's night,
and sing ophidian lullabies
against the hissing of the night.
Tarry not for the day of saints,
nor rage for the world to burn,
for our lot is of ash and dung
and the turning of the worm.
Cough and quibble, purge and spurn,
drink of it deep and wholly--
come dying-day the worm will turn
and shall not keep it holy.
Too much of anything
is hell on the heart.
Not enough of everything
which sets us apart.
Too much of everything
to keep us apart,
not enough of anything
which makes for a start.
Unmade mascots teem in pack
at the hollow doors of laughter;
and every one that came before
returns the morning after.
For all that we have struggled for
will fade upon the siren
that signals our running plunge
back into an age of iron.
You're the insect in my dreams,
a cocoon in silk and fleshes,
that vanishes when morning strikes
the dance of our caresses.
I can hear you clicking
from the blackness inside my shoes
and so I put them on and walk
and sing these ludic blues.
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Searching for Owltown
07:27
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Searching for Owltown
The bells ringing changes,
messages apparently
as clear as the notes
they sing unto me.
Our time's bringing changes,
occluded as mysteries go.
They omen new life for us,
this I know.
And suddenly, somehow,
this is such a rancid young town.
No glimmer, nor life
nor reason for me.
Shall we sojourn onward
to find what a future can be?
The old in the new
town in the country?
So I'm leaving our town
to find a place I belong
and where I'm bound,
all my hopes lead there.
If you get to Owltown,
would you send me directions please,
for now I have found
it's not always there...
Yes, I'm leaving our town
to find that place I belong
and where I'm bound,
all my hopes lead there.
I'm searching for Owltown,
can you show me where?
For now I have found
it's not always there...
So we're leaving our town,
to find some place we belong,
and where we're bound,
all our hopes lead there.
We're entering Owltown,
I can't show you where,
but then you will find
it's not always there...
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4. |
Rooster Livers & Hubcaps
04:42
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5. |
Not What I Had in Mind
10:27
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Not What I Had in Mind
Living in a hurricane
Life in the lower case
Locked in a rogue state for years
Now in another day, I laugh
from a further place
Love is a better way for me
Run from the halfway
turn from the OK
fight for all that you know to be
I was downcast
and never knew why
I gave all until I bled
I was angry and lonely
and now I know why
I suffered until I said
It's not what I had in mind!
Life in the fast lane
Rocked by the road rage
Locked in a lonely place by peers
Life in a hurricane
left with only a ghost pain
Stuck out in the black rain for years
Now it's another day
I walk on a higher plane
loving is a better way for me
Run from the halfway
turn away from the OK
fight for all that you want to be.
I was downcast
and never knew why
I gave up and still I bled
I was lonely and angry
and no wonder why
I suffered until I said
It's not what I had in mind!
Living in a hurricane
Life in the lower case
Locked in a rogue state for years
Now in another day, I laugh
from a further place
Love is a better way for me
Run from the OK
fight all that is halfway
Lead, follow or get out of my way!
I was downcast
and never knew why
I knew that I'd lost my way,
We are lonely and angry
and never know why
We suffer until we say
It's not what I had in mind!
Who abandoned who?
Was it you?
Only one life to live,
Only so much to give,
Only one life to live.
Who abandoned who?
Was it you?
They say, take what Life hands you
and wait your turn,
and just be thankful
if it's a rose.
You said take it or leave it
on its own terms!
Then why did you blame me
when I did both?
Not what I had in mind!
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6. |
Gray Sensibilities
12:13
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Gray Sensibilities
We walked outside to begin the dawn
and the games and the Dance of Bones,
and everywhere sightless saints were drawn
from the faithless embrace of their homes.
And they come in threes, in pairs, as one
and scream like cicadas in trance.
And the rhythms are those you know too well
and they're waiting for you in the Dance
Whirlwind in a Tilt-a-Whirl,
it's a dizzy, busy world.
Buzz, buzz in a fog of fuzz,
we're the voices of the hive
and to the end, if you please,
my friend to gift you these,
my gray sensibilities.
The Jester is turgid with wisdom
and the Scholar is learning to think;
the singular's starting to multiply
and the thirsty beginning to drink.
Come, let's make a wager on destiny,
while mouthing a toast to chance.
Then tell me how much you love me.
It's all just a prelude to the Dance.
Whirlwind in a Tilt-a-Whirl,
it's a dizzy, busy world.
Buzz, buzz in a fog of fuzz,
we're the voices of the hive
and to the end, if you please,
my friend to gift you these,
my gray sensibilities.
Screaming sculptors of fire
drowned out by the static.
Which one of us dares to quell
the storms raging in his attic?
And on the horizon, giants
beckon me back inside a sleep
of inconsequence.
Deep calling unto deep,
flame calling unto flame,
never the two to meet.
Whirlwind in a Tilt-a-Whirl,
it's a dizzy, busy world.
Buzz, buzz in a fog of fuzz,
we're the voices of the hive
and to the end, if you please,
my friend to gift you these,
my gray sensibilities.
I wandered among the gathered guests,
smelling the charcoal smoke.
I stood and ate my piece of flesh,
and dropped the bones in the fire.
And I ambled out across the field,
tasting the taste of that chicken's leg,
wondering which had been the first to go,
the chicken or the egg.
Screaming sculptors of fire
drowned out by the static.
Which one of us dares to quell
the storms raging in his attic?
And on the horizon, giants
beckon me back inside a sleep
of inconsequence.
Deep calling unto deep,
flame calling unto flame,
never the two to meet.
Whirlwind in a Tilt-a-Whirl,
it's a dizzy, busy world.
Buzz, buzz in a fog of fuzz,
we're the voices of the hive
and to the end, if you please,
my friend to gift you these,
my gray sensibilities.
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7. |
Owltown Reprise
08:08
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8. |
Victory
06:45
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Victory
I've heard people say
that all good things will end,
and we've had some violent weather.
But we have a say,
and the way it's to be
lies in how well we keep it together.
The long night seems endless
when we are besieged
with forces which cannot mean well.
And though I be friendless,
I will not retreat,
I will grapple the gods as I yell...
Victory!
Just the word spurs me out of my bed.
Victory!
Just the thought drives me out of my head.
The battle is raging
that we never sought
and treachery haunts every field.
But we are decided,
unmoved, undivided.
We polish the weapons we wield.
The tide is a-turn,
and the refuge will burn
and the spoils to the victor shall go.
But I need no part,
I will take what I brought.
I will gather myself and I'll know...
Victory!
Over all the insignificant things.
Victory!
As the wind surges under my wings.
I've heard people say
that all good things will end,
and we've had some violent weather.
But we have a say,
and the way it's to be
lies in how we can keep it together.
There is no one love
There is no one heart,
There's no way to make me believe
there is no surviving.
My spirit's reviving
So long as I breathe, I achieve...
Victory!
When the world stirs me out of my bed
Victory!
And the war drives me out of my head
Victory!
Over all the insignificant things
Victory!
As the wind surges under my wings
Victory!
Just the word drives me out of my head
Victory!
When the world stirs me out of my bed.
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