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Burnt Colonel
02:27
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Make a word for conversation
Is that transubstantiation
Please, Elise, go have the operation, yeah
It's been two steps since I've looked up
It makes me think it's quite enough
A package with unidentifiable stuff
Well it doesn't seem to have a name
How do we know now who to blame?
The record filing was all done in vain
Does it begin to make the endings?
The sour faces of bad lemons
Truth be told I shouldn't extend this
Well for some reason all the best matadors were fascists, who'd have guessed
What made them so divine, is attributed to escargot and wine
Standing in the fire of the infernal
The charred remains of my colonel
He told me not to stay
He didn't want it any other way
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2. |
No Plan
04:02
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You in white
An elbow out
A hand upon
The hip
Awash in Night
And freed from doubt
A smile that cracks
The lips
Painted a new man
Part of a no plan
Washed up by high seas
Bendin' the bee's knees
Blown by the back draft
Funny but I laughed
Came up on some sand
Couldn't tell who's land
A bird had flown
Now perched upon
A tree that lacks
The roots
Some twigs might make
A nest for us
Some breeze might make
That moot
Part of a no plan
Washed up by high seas
Bendin' the bee's knees
Blown by the back draft
Funny but we laughed
Came up on some sand
Said it was our land
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3. |
Dream Invader
03:47
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sit down quietly in rank turn my head 11th century living's fake or so i've read
well open up to the page that you want me to, that you want me to read. underwater brontasaurus in a forest, right
one of the things that's been discussed is it what it had no doubt of caring less, diggin cuts
well open up to the page that you want me to, that you want me to read. underwater brontasaurus in a forest right
what is life, is it nice, what is life, is it nice
why do you talk about the past as if it was all in the
i have a headache but i don't think it will last
where it happens is remote but its extent is vast
i have a headache but i don't think it will last
one of the things that's been discussed is it what. it had no doubt of caring less diggin cuts from east to west
expressionlessness is sharing its thoughts sifting seams are not naught. in the spirt of the times twist and doubt
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4. |
Intentions
01:50
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If I had intentions
I wouldn't be bad
But as is I have some
And already am
Tonight, I might
Stretch me as far as I can
Because the light
Makes me a particle man
And when in the middle
And thinkin' of you
A whole lot of little
For feedin' the few
Tonight, I might
Stretch me as far as I can
Because the light
Makes me a particle man
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5. |
Can't Buy Love
04:17
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I can't buy love even if it came up, up to me and it said 'I am free'
I can't decide if it's time to go inside, but if it is, I know it'll be the time for me
Mark down the pictures on the wall
Make it clear they're gonna fall
Come out of sleep and retrace all the sheep that have flown towards the ground, upside down
Why are the seams so apart from the start of our art, let him in, his chagrin
Mark down the pictures on the wall
Make it clear they're gonna fall
Come out of sleep and retrace all the sheep that have flown, flying towards the ground around, spinning upside down
Why are the seams so far apart, from the start of their depart, turned his back on color art, chagrin restarts
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6. |
Not Today
02:42
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I tried to look for the sun
Break all my habits
Find out what's fun
Live in the present
I'd give me life away
But no one's gonna take it
I'm tryin' to live the way ok
But not today
Cause once I was stoned
And leavin' my hometown
Tripped up on the lag
Lookin' to get down
I gave my heart to you
You didn't seem to want it
I'm tellin' you the truth oh yeah
That I don't know
If he's gonna show
Cause it makes no difference at all
If the righteous can handle the fall
When the lamb breaks open the seal
And the boss just cuts him a deal
Yeah it just don't cut it
And it makes no inch of sense
When your friends say fuck it
And you're stuck payin' the rent
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7. |
Being Far Away
06:31
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if i took fucked up doves turned it to we love
holding heads while we sleep in the bed at your knees
i cut the whole hole in half and one of them stayed in tact
i didn't know at the time what they meant, your eyes
paw and assault you
marionettes
i hope we fall off
from these nests
can i paw you?
scraping strings
muting waves
free insane
chemistry lanes
well, if i could die every night my life'd be a living wake
oh, how it is i find the things I hate in m
You direct and i descend hittin the old bottom again least i'm closer to bein far away
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8. |
Orion
02:18
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Summer, elect
The zero marches on
The thought of the check
Malingers past the dawn
Orion, hold tight
The martyr's life is death
Orion, stay right
Stop spillin' all your breath
Cause what's left?
Not a hell of a lot
Sittin' 'round on the pot
With your headphones
and your car keys
Pick up the slack
Your cell phone calls you
Give in, give back
Her heart keeps ringin' on
Orion, your right
There is no milky way
Orion's alright
Just bein' it for the day
Cause who's to say, man?
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9. |
Automatic Jesus
02:49
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Automatic Jesus looks
Just like any other
He winks and then he spreads his hooks
And says "Hey, where ya goin'?"
He talks just like a Casanova
He smiles and then he's in your face
Hey says, "Hey man I think I know ya
And did ya hear I own this place?"
Arise
Cause Automatic Jesus gives
Every thousandth dollar
You eat just so that he can live
He's all "Ha, Ha, Ha!"
He's in perpetual masturbation
The party was a hit for sure
He loved when you'd congratulate him
Says come on babe you're such a bore
Arise
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10. |
Folded Arms
04:14
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i go to the moon whenever i want i'm an astronaut
i go to the desert whenever i can i'm a lizard leopard
the sorry kings, they're all distraught
when we fly our wings are birds
mollifies in the graves
too bad love is all the same
i can't even ask you
i don't want to even ask you
it's a fully formed idea of a
picture of you
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11. |
Any Day Now
02:10
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Called my baby
Up for a date
Showed up stoned
An hour late
Cause if I'd been doing things
The way that you'd choose
I wouldn't be hangin' 'round
Or singin' these blues
And as it is
You only dream when drunk
To fill the future
With your father's junk
Punchin' in and punchin' out
And savin' your time
Keepin' your eyes
And leavin' what's mine
But any day now I'll be missin'
Count on nothin', but the missin'
Had a problem with cessation
Tried to solve some masturbation
Any day now
Any day now
I'll be ridin' high
Then some sorry eyes
On a worried face
Told me lots
About a finished race
Invited in and booted out
And kissed goodbye
Could never tell when
But you always knew why
Cause any day now you'll be missin
Count on nothin, but the missin'
Had a problem with cessation
Tried to solve some masturbation
Any day now
Any day now
You'll be flyin' by
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Can't lie here any night
before the out of towners lay down and die
the ground is soft from the digs
if it wasn't i'd simply sink in
I'd simply miss the sense.. of a capital offense.. it cant be on the fence.. if its over there
Stay over get closer.. i cant really see well there
from the bottom of the cliff
having nothing but the day brings something but not much
the wrong regards have you ever wandered far without turning your back
picturesque i think its just a colorful mess surrounded by the rest
Madmoseille you put a spell on the envelope and sent it through the mail
It's an entire pack of lone.. wolves.. ready to relax
What happened to the canteen ... even though its water was green
again a fire was lit.. then put out by lake Opposite
For all the missing dogs that met Fate in the gray dense fogs
I went .. looking.. but trails never end
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