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Her Love Was Magic
02:51
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lights up in the sky
always wonder why
same time every year
wish that I could go there
year after year
same time every year
the lights in the sky
I wonder how far
Her love was magic
Rapunzel in her hidden tower
share my magic in my hair with you
to walk on the grass
to breathe in the air
to dance with the birds
I wanna go there
the lights in the sky
same time every year
I wonder how far
I want to go there
the lights in the sky
year after year
I want to go there
I want to see it for real
I want to go there
I want to go there with you
I want to be with you
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2. |
Sweet Love
02:29
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Remember the sweet love we used to have when we were back home
Thanking the sweet Lord in heaven above
working fingers to bone
And you would always leave a light on when I’m gone
and you would always say the right thing when I’m wrong so wrong
What would you say that city was gone?
Board up the windows paved up the lawn
Remember the time you always had an open door
Remember the trees, the shade and the grass
swing in the backyard
Piles of the leaves, toboggans go fast
then it wasn’t so hard
What would you say that city was gone?
Board up the windows paved up the lawn
Remember the time you always had an open door
No you’re not alone
thought there would be more
Heavenly you’re home
there will always be an open door
And you would always leave a light on when I’m gone
and you would always say the right thing when I’m wrong so wrong
What would you say that city was gone?
Board up the windows paved up the lawn
Remember the time you always had an open door
Remember the time you threw my suitcase on the floor
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3. |
Ocelot Scene
02:11
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boogie down party on the ocelot scene
Madcap catharsis and the riverboat queen
If you play your cards right, you know what I mean
running red lights, screaming loud and obscene - hey!
Well It is what it is
and it ain’t what it ain’t
Yes It is what it is
But it ain’t what it ain’t
Asphalt Sally and the skeleton crew
tap this kegger and a vicious brew too
Be they as it may well you get you some paint
Hopin’ Danny O’Day the turn of the screw
It is what it is
and it ain’t what it ain’t
It is what it is
I know it ain’t what it ain’t
boogie down party!
the ocelot scene!
be that as it may
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Brain freeze got yourself some brain freeze
Tired of the same breeze present past
Stuck still on the puppy tundra
sideways over under this can’t last
Pain is only temporary
even though it’s very real to you
No willpower in the satchel
guinea pigs and guppies got it bad
On the coldest day
and what’s real is not always true
It’s a piece of cake if you’re not you
Window looking out the alley
it’s the darkest Valley wide and deep
Lonely scary ordinary
you will even barely get some sleep
Stains of coffee on the carpet
house up on the market memories
Of stairs and White House chandeliers
and Old Milwaukee beers
not counting sheep
On the coldest day
and what’s real is not always true
It’s a piece of cake when you’re not you
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5. |
The Shadow of Goodbye
03:16
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It was a bright sunny day
not a cloud in the sky
the kind of day do you like to take a deep breath
there’s a snap in the air
took a walk around the block
some pleasant words to share
Stopped to say hello to the whistling undertaker
Why do I always seem to be complaining
about the weather when the sun is shining
why am I always walking in the shadow
always walking in the shadow of goodbye?
Couldn’t sleep last night
I was thinking of you
having some crazy dreams
I don’t know what to do
You used to always put me on a pedestal
I always looked up to you
didn’t want to let you down
Why do I always seem to be complaining
about the weather when the sky is raining
why am I always walking in the shadow
always walking in the shadow of goodbye
The time we have together
It cannot last forever
So why do I always seem to be complaining
about the weather when the sky is falling
why am I always walking in the shadow
always walking in the shadow of goodbye?
I guess this is goodbye
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In time, recall the first movie memory
5D bus-line, 48th and Chicago
Parkway Theater double feature
In time…
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
and My Side of the Mountain
double feature
Is this right?
Just put one foot in front of the other
The middle of the night
from here to there
Yes, that’s right
Over there to the chair
In the middle of time
Is this living in a nightmare?
Or dying in a dream?
Baby bird
ah ahh ahh
In time
Blue glass floats
Frozen Totino’s after school
Stairwell Christmas toast
Plastic bread bag boot liners
Burlington, Kenosha by Greyhound
Monitor the Assumption playground
the church and the piano
recipe for sweetness
Oh my dear
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Looking in the mirror, checking all the status — please like me
Kissing narcissistic, hoping for statistics go my way
Everybody tells me I’m acting kind of crazy, they don't know
That I'm still in love with the fantasy
Looking for some action
Living in the moment
Rise above
Universal lies
Living in a trance
just take a chance
Everybody tells me
If they only knew me
They don't know
That I'm still in love with the fantasy
And I'm still in love
Still in love
With the mystery
I'm still in love
Still in love
With the dream
Don't ever let them tell you
Anything's impossible; it's true
Everybody tells you acting kind of crazy, they don't know
Maybe brand new siding
Dormer and a deck, a year or two
Please stay in love with the fantasy
Please stay in love with the dream
I know every fool from a kingdom
Is still in love with the fantasy
And I'm still in love
Still in love
With the mystery
I'm still in love
Still in love
With the dream
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8. |
Greedy Sarcophagus
03:19
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It’s a wonderful day for flying
It’s a wonderful day for whining
And recalcitrant pygmies
and lugubrious salmon
they’ll be laughing downstream
Reclining declining
going to don’t unto others
Like a greedy sarcophagus
like the voice of the mummy says
you receive the spell
you receive the spell
It’s a wonderful day for reclining
It’s a wonderful day for declining
The reluctant sardine can
he’s always late to the party
And the last to be leaving
and upsetting the orange cart
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9. |
Ticker Tape Charade
02:45
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Haven’t had much luck getting in touch on the telephone
Cutting through the red tape runaround, hung up and put on hold
So-and-so says he’ll put you through, never know who’s-who or what
Call back in a week and nothing’s changed, the case is open shut
ticking it away ticking away
ticking it away, time is ticking away
a walker and a remote
someone’s gotta pay for
is there someone anywhere can direct me to opening a locked door
Been about three months since you left home around christmas time
In and out of Abbott, back and forth a habit and 911
Sitting on your hard bed, you don’t like what you’re fed, got oxygen
There’s only so many ways, only so many days to move out again
ticking it away, time is ticking away
ticking it away, time is ticking away
wishing it away and wasting it way
well, maybe if we wait long enough
the problem will just go away
maybe if we wait long enough
maybe you’ll just go away…
call back in a week or two
nothing’s changed
the case is open shut
the case is open shut
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10. |
All Hope Smashed
03:13
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Stupid boy to pretty girl
Think I like your shoes
jumps for joy out of this world
Guess that’s not news
So here is an extra large serving
of conceded case for his face
maybe next time he’ll think twice before he
puts his soap box in it’s place
All Hope smashed against the wall
Well smarty pants to know-it-all
says if there’s a God up above
why does he make all this pain and tragedy
that ain’t no kind of love
well at least we don’t got flesh eating disease
maybe we can raise our consciousness
to a higher level
mister preaching to the choir
give to those in need
All Hope smashed against the wall
Distorto boy to pretty girl
I kinda really like your style
I think I’m gonna tiptoe all around the rosary
You still make me smile
All Hope smashed against the wall
smashed against the wall
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11. |
Alien Interview
07:39
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I can’t talk now…
Down those cobblestone alleys
from the old regime
This is where the terror took place
This is where it took place
I don’t know what my priorities are
hit the snore alarm every nine minutes or so
singing Citalopram-o-gram
so these cobblestone streets infested with creeps
slashing with their knives
defend yourselves with crowbars
repeatedly smashing unfazed drunk punks
vrroooommm whoa what the…
that’s weird
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Terry Eason Saint Paul, Minnesota
Guitar shredder, songwriter, recording artist, improviser. First thought, best thought, but I don’t know I might want to think about it.
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