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Broken Canoe
03:07
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When I take my hand, in your temple of vision,
And run it along tresses in my hair,
Like a broken canoe, in still, dark waters,
It takes me from the worse and the ware,
Your hand-me-down clothes, and the books that you gave me,
make me remember how easily you are swayed,
Just like blowing out a candle,
In the gritty clay sconse that you made,
Like a palendrome, I can't help but look backward,
Spyglass denatured Kaleidescope,
Until I melt, right into the floor boards,
A stain washed out with soap,
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Hospital Hill
01:11
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Ol'Dybbuk Shuffle
03:58
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I was told to write it down in case I crossed the line,
I stole ten years from forever because they were rightfully mine,
CHORUS: And I, I would do any thing to wipe that smile off your face....
Your miser's purse cant stop its spending you coerce broken fences to mending,
Sending them on missions you know they'll have to abort,
Calmly clever, but caustic retort...
CHORUS:
In retrospect, I should've expected it to happen,
I'm as hapless as sight in the dark...
You become a terrace and I'll become a bulwark,
CHORUS:
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Nottingham
04:51
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Oh Nottingham,
Neon reveries make bad silhouettes,
For a magpie, lazy eye, who never regrets,
A dance waltzing Matilda, in ne'er a straight line,
Your burned bridges are just twigs and turpentine,
CHORUS: Oh, Nottingham...You're a very bad man,
And in the desert made of broken glass,
The rotary phone dial tone sounds almost crass,
As it cuts its way past the thorns that grow,
Upon the salt-ground from the seeds that you've sewn,
CHORUS:
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Skin Gospel
03:19
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Lost my breath as the tide came in,
Dig up my bones and put 'em back in,
Got vertigo said the dancer in spin,
Dig up my bones and put 'em back in,
CHORUS: Dig, dig up my bones...
I'm Frankenstein, you're Rin Tin Tin,
Dig up my bones and put 'em back in,
Your apocalypse is an apocalypse twin,
Dig up my bones and put 'em back in,
CHORUS:
I've fallen asleep, much to my chagrin,
Dig up my bones and put 'em back in,
Blistered my heel, but its only just skin,
Dig up my bones and put 'em back in,
CHORUS:
Every step I take is original sin,
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Medusa
05:00
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A king with a crutch, a dull end of a spear
I'm a slapstick cartoon of my future career,
A powdered wig Jesuit, a spindle on fire,
A jolt of remorse through the telephone wire,
CHORUS: Falling asleep at my throne...
I've turned to stone...
Trying to tame the lizard using the kitchen scissors,
You took me to the desert, with a rifle in your hand,
And let out a warning shot,
Sequestering my plan,
CHORUS:
Marigold pendulum, A heart, a tired hymn,
Gaining ground, until I swim,
In comfy seas of arabesque,
Medusa through the looking glass,
CHORUS:
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Swan Variation
01:04
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Goodbye Old Song
02:16
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Goodbye old song, you no longer belong to me...
You jumped into the sea with chains,
And bruises on your knees,
Good by old song,
And though you've done me no wrong,
I'm glad you're gone,
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Jurisprudence
06:01
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Don't forget your umbrella,
It's raining cats and dogs,
They say you're better to weather the storm,
But your eyes cant see through the fog,
CHORUS: In Siberia...I'm waiting for ya
Your face is a twilight zone,
A post juvenile adolescent mess,
I'm covered head to toe in Argyll;
Your guess is my best guess,
CHORUS:
The water,
The water is still to the point of stagnation,
The ice is as thin as the air up here,
I'm either dead or its my imagination,
CHORUS:
And there should be a law about it..
There should be a law..
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