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How Do I Get In?
04:41
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how do i get in?
wheres the line? whats the price?
you all seem so nice
how do i get in?
youve got the greenest oceans
youve got the bluest skies
this might be the perfect place
for me to live and die
how do i get in?
do i have to have a record on the charts?
do i have to go and break somebodys heart?
where do i begin?
how do i get in?
is it like that woody allen movie?
do we just wait for that cannon shiot?
with a 100 thousand million other souls
each one giving it all they got?
how can i survive
this crazy wormhole ride?
then be the first to break inside
when i got no legs
not even fins
how do i get in?
how do i get in?
is there a waiting list?
do i get a bracelet for my wrist?
i want to be my great grand daughters next of kin
how do i get in?
everybody out here
is stuck in limbo
wondering where to go
and where theyve been
should i knock on the door of holiness?
should i knock on the door of sin?
how do i get in?
how do i get in?
wheres the line? whats the price?
you all seem so nice
how do i get in?
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Elusive Angels
03:39
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elusive angels
the ones you will remember
are not the ones you wrestled into victory
elusive angels
near misses no hitters
you cant forget the thorns
where roses withered into history
when the dragon eats the sun
darkness falls on every one
elusive angels
they dont answer questions
so dont ever mention the sapphires in your eyes
elusive angels
in compliance they lie
in your ruffled duffel bag
you threw into yesterdays sky
dreams are dissipating even before the waking
thet were waiting for the taking
but the pickers passed them by
elusive angels
shimmer, fading from the shadow
passing over fervent plateaus
we are dangling fom the wings
of elusive angels
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Song of a Man Who Has Come Throughe
By DH Lawrence
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them
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I Am the Leopard
03:45
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they say i eat too much
covet my neighbors wife
but my neighbor is a lion
im not into interspecies copulation
i know who i am
i know what im doing
in this cage full of songs
waiting for dante to come me along
i am the leopard
waiting for dante
i am woody
waiting for bobby
im jerry lee
i know im better than presley
but i didnt come here for the glory
i just came to add another strophe to the story
you can follow your bread crumbs
but they wont lead you home
when you are lost in the dark wood
in the quiet of alone
i know where i came from
i know where im going
you think i am standing still
but my rivers are flowing
i am the leopard
sophia mia sapienza
leogardos hacienda
i am the leopard
waiting for dante
i am woody
waiting for bobby
like john the baptist
who got things ready for jesus
we cleared the roads at night
when nobody could see us
we are the leopards
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Sleepless Dreamers
05:37
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New Boll Weevil Blues
04:58
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all i did was pixillate my brain
when i tried to slow down the rain
i couldnt even see the mess i was in
until my auditory nerve got caught in a spin
found an island where the girls grew up fast like grapes
put me into a coma never thought of escape
when at last i joined the fish i scraped the ocean for
the longest wave id ever seen knocked me back to the shore
chorus
this is wy im lookin like a new boll weevil
ulysses lookin for a home
this is wy im lookin like a new boll weevil
ulysses lookin for a home
when i tried to slow down the rain
the silence of god was brought on
in a de synchronation of the bain brain
i was looking for the other half of my brain
so i bought a ticket on the gospel train
i wanted to hear the voce of god again
so i threw up my old wine from my old skin
it was a long ride and the train broke down in sodom
the priests were burned alive after we caught em
when we finally made it to the city of gold
i saw my house on the hill had been sold
ow that ive been thrown out with theoru trash
im looking for a couch where i can crash
repeat chorus
now the seas are full of pirates
and bandits rule the roads
the wals around the cities
can be levelled with a code
i stand before 1000 doors
some open, some are closed
when the funeral is over
theres no place to go but home
when i found my house and opened up the door
i started crawling backward on a foreward floor
repeat chorus
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do you remember
the summer of the rising stars
sailing ships and racing cars
to the end of the boulevard
then out across the seven seas
you broke up with your boyfriend
and went to the dance alone
them crashed your car on storrow drove
and called him up to take you home
the dances we danced
were cot, close, and tight
but it didnt didnt go any further than that
i didnt have the right
you were in the loose i was on the runi
we weret in love but it sure was fun
being with you
in the summer of the rising stars
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Rainbows in the River
03:08
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chorus
i was pulling out the vines
that had clouded my senses
and hidden the pathways
to higher ground
you were looking for rainbows
in the river
while the broken blossoms
brought the forest down
in the days of music
days of song
when love bowed down
to sorrow
i remember the rain
but forgot the season
that you left
leaving no reason
no tomorows
repeat chorus
in the end
the rain makes it right
what we gain in days
we lose in nights
still when i look
above the trees in the sky
i see the sleepers wakeing
while the dreamers pass them by
repeat chorus
bridge
i expected a rocky road
with pitholes and tree stumps and ruts
but that rock you gave me
was just chocolate with marshmallows and nuts
repeat chorus
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Cans of Film
03:03
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tomorrow has had its last weekend
what will they do with these cans of film
hidden deep inside the earth
how will they move emulsified faces
flashing again through untimed frames
now that tomorrow has had its weekend
will they know what lives inside these cans
will they have the means to make thhem move again
or will they shrug it off like the epitaph of an old love
saying, tomorrow has had its weekend
whyy did you leave the cans unopened
cans filled with the life of lost days
was it the struggle of too many words
trying to fit onto too few pages
we never did sync the sound to the fury
there was too much to do in too much of a hurry
structural conceits at the arc of the rainbow
just like space ate up time
when they finally turn up in the excavations
in the ruins of a country once so strong
will they try to understand us
or will they shrug it off, saying
tomorrow has had its weekend
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10. |
How Do We Get Out?
02:29
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Your legs get heavy
You lie down to rest
Your feet get cold
Theres a ratlte in your chest
When that icicle slides up into your heart
Everything freezes and the journey starts
Where is the way
Where is the light
To guide us through the darkest night
You are free, the warden shouts
The walls are down
But how do we get out
how do we get out
when we cant stay in
the music ends and the chaos begins
we gotta drown before the next wave breaks
in the morning only sleepers awake
How do we get out
How do we get free
When we are sailing on a fiery sea
And a cold wind hits our sails
How do we break out of this jail
i saw figures in the light
trying to push me to the edge of the night
i was yelling let me be
you are no relation to me
no mother, no father, no friend
waited fr me at the end
o was alone in that lonesome hour
in which pity has no power
How do we get out
How do we get free
When we are sailing on a fiery sea
And a cold wind hits our sails
How do we break out of this jail
When you dissolve in the river
like an effervescent pill
you are everywhere at once
and will be nowhere still
How do we get out
How do we get free
When we are sailing on a fiery sea
And a cold wind hits our sails
How do we break out of this jail
in a world of shadows
hear the churchyard moan
dancing with the dead
in their wrecked up homes
How do we get out
How do we get free
When we are sailing on a fiery sea
And a cold wind hits our sails
How do we break out of this jail
when you get out. where do you go
to the land nobody knows
like a car thats gone to rust
are we returning to cosmic dust
im looking for the way the truth, and the light
but im getting nowhere fast tonight
still im hoping to meet some one
when i get to the far side of the sun
Where is the way
Where is the light
To guide us through the darkest night
You are free, the warden shouts
The walls are down
But how do we get out
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Theres Nothing Up Here!
02:43
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I busted free of gravity
With an open mind
My eyes were wide with wonder
At thewonders I hoped to find
But the fabled rings of Saturn
were nothing but dust...and rust
There were no hydroelectric wormholes
Connecting them and us
No expressways psyvhedelic
No tunnels of rebirth
No quantum electro dynamical oscillation
Between Jupiter and Earth
Everythng was black from the from to the back
There no green men to be seen
No women with radiation scarred faces
Seducing men with lipstick tracesail
I never got close to a star or a planet
Never even saw the seed of a pomegranite
No meteor or meteorite
No tail of a comet swishing by
Ive been to the ends of the universe
And one thing, at least to me, is clear,
Theres nothing up here!
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