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| 1. |
| 6:02 | 
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It's midnight
and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart It's zen and the art of Bollywood Heroes turning on a spit The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch We don't know the half of it Clever is as clever does His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round Hypnotising everyone on it In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price If I didn't know you better than that I'd never let you outta my sight Where is the art of sorcery We wanna be fooled again Staggered by deception charmed into submission Helpless as a deck of cards. It's now the art of reality Calling a spade a spade Facing the obvious A monkey and his grinder But on a different plain. I see you clearly from day to day As clearly as I see tonite. Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin "I've got nothing to say" Meet me on the staircase on your way down We'll see if there's been a mistake In zen and the art of algebra There is no value for time Whatever thrives inside the dark Decays on the outside. |
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| 2. |
| 4:08 |
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I was careful and cautiously optimistic
Saving enough for the Cobra on sale downtown Test driving my motor and she was reading my mind Four on the floor hugs the road designated driver tonight Driving my motor ? she was reading my mind Driving my motor ? couldn't even see the signs The blondes downtown passing the Fontani di Trevi I wish I had a dollar for everyone The suns bears down on the chrome and leather interior Four on the floor hugs the road good driving tonight |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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Elsewhere in the Temple the llamas are gearing up
To assault Tiger Mountain when the sun comes up We sat around whispering in the candlelight Trying to get a game plan for the night Talked about the difference between North and South Keep your gun in your pocket and your tongue in your mouth And you'll be doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead A month is a Saturday ? Wednesday's a week I saw the way you looked at her Charlie Brown ? good grief She pulled you into the shadows and taught you how to love Patted you on the head and gave you a shove And you were doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead The sexual exuberance of a concubine Checks my carburettor one more time With the passion of a thoroughbred and the sensitivity of a moose I rarely make a move unless I've got some proof That we'll be doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead You live in Paris I live in France Things are expensive when you live first class You learn Latin I'll learn Greek And when you've got a minute we'll meet in Crete And we'll be doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead The thing you do in Denver when you're dead Doing it in Denver when you're dead Doing it in Denver when you're dead Doing it in Denver when you're dead |
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| 4. |
| 5:41 |
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The bears are in the forest
The Pope's in Rome I'm on a beach in Zanzibar Or at least I'll be here soon What a shame we carry with us The residue of fools Instead of better wisdom And Advance Tools We prefer to be standing Looking out from higher ground Breathing air to lift the spirits Or racing balloons in the Alps While on the beach in Zanzibar We're struggling in the surf Seeing the Look Horizon Moving further away from us And I close my eyes I think it's me Out on the Look Horizon where I found you. Across the Nile The Land of Pharaoh is digging up its past The broken amulets of history Strewn in our path I feel like someone's watching Through a window frame A child prodding a wounded insect Next to a cow in the pouring rain |
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| 5. |
| 4:56 |
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I forgotten how often we saw Magritte
He's been much on my mind these days Often we saw Magritte Inside a canvas of blue saturated with beauty In a web of glass Pinned to the edges of vision There's a car-horn in the street outside And a museum with its windows open Often we saw Magritte Running with the legends of conspicuous men And how often we forgot Magritte How we remembered him then And worshipped at his feet Pinned to the edges of vision Somebody's coming that hates us Better watch the art Upstairs there's a canvas stretched For umbrellas and bowler hats Everybody knows Rene did that Often we saw Magritte Pinned to the edges of vision Often we saw Magritte We all know Rene did that Often we saw Magritte |
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| 6. |
| 4:40 |
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Keep me away from a naked flame
I am made of vapour and I will explode There's been something rattling in the closet trying to get out The car antenna's gone missing ? it's out there somewhere cruising the streets Archimedes and me go back a ways Archimedes and me both married in our own way To old ideas in new clothes The good will goddess passed us by we were satisfied with that and when your drive down Pacific Palisades you can see he made the desert bloom Archimedes and me… (the noise of the first Archimedes Screw) There's been something rattling in the closet trying to get out ? the car antenna's missing ? (the rest of it will be gone soon) |
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| 7. |
| 6:38 |
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I'm slipping away from planet earth
Hand in my pocket full of dirt Shaking all over Shaking all over with the funny stuff Climbing the fens in the Norfolk Broad Waiting for Godot and Niagara Falls Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man I give you a host of reasons to go You come back marked address unknown Sandwiched between a question of honour In the quiet mark of a medicine man You're sitting alone at the traffic light The pain is real you're ghostly white |
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| 8. |
| 5:04 | 
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| 9. |
| 3:47 |
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Hanging with dictators in the south of France
Checking shipments to le Monde Arabe Obsession with detail precision with terms Remember you're speaking from the TZ Your reputation precedes you now you're getting bored No longer into the story of the antique road The milk of human kindness has curdled in your cup You see me staring at it and tell me to shut up Chaucer was to Canterbury what you were to the zone Instead of trying to solve it you left it alone A hangout you could call home Now you're out things aren't going to be the same Now you're out of the Twilight Zone You're feeling unreliable you don't like the same things Manifestly different from where you chose to begin The turnaround is brilliant the execution sublime You found a way to move on leaving nothing behind Now you're out things aren't going to be the same Now you're out of the Twilight Zone |
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| 10. |
| 5:07 |
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It's a squalid little town with a tenuous beauty
The cool wet mornings are so appealing People waking up suddenly in the night Very disappointed At the water's edge fishermen smashing their boats ? taking nothing for granted In a few hours the heat will hang over town as the northeast monsoon comes roaring in Can you feel it? Afghanistan Afghanistan whatever happened to you I don't really care but I thought I'd ask in case it mattered to you ? let me hear it They're cutting their heads of in the soccer field Stretching their necks in the goal Taking them out in the elephant grass feeding them to the hyena's Don't you hear it Everybody's lips are thin ? eventually eyes are empty This a letter from abroad life is cheaper back home Let me hear it You learn form novels living out there rainfall is followed by thunder You hear a man's voice soothing and calm ? "I understand no problem" |
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| 11. |
| 4:47 |
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Elsewhere in the Temple the llamas are gearing up
To assault Tiger Mountain when the sun comes up We sat around whispering in the candlelight Trying to get a game plan for the night Talked about the difference between North and South Keep your gun in your pocket and your tongue in your mouth and you'll be doing it ? the thing you do in Denver when you're dead. A month is a Saturday ? Wednesday's a week I saw the way you looked at her Charlie Brown ? good grief She pulled you into the shadows and taught you how to love Patted you on the head and gave you a shove and you were doing it ? the thing… The sexual exuberance of a concubine Checks my carburettor one more time With the passion of a thoroughbred and the Sensitivity of a moose I rarely make a move Unless I've got some proof that we'll be doing it ? the thing you do in Denver when you're dead. You live in Paris I live in France things are expensive When you live first class ? you learn Latin I'll learn Greek And when you've got a minute we'll meet in Crete And we'll be doing it ? the thing… |
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| 12. |
| 5:21 |
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She sees flames in the kitchen it's a vision of hell
a sign that madam is not feeling well Like the pigeons in the yard she's getting fat on starch She's cooking for sailors and combing her hair in the dark She loves everybody she'll even love me When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas She's in over her head It's either the pairing of the woman on the floor above Or long static shots of half naked men in the desert She loves everybody she'll even love me When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas She's in over her head |
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| 13. |
| 4:32 |
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There's a carnival lady in a ten gallon hat
She pulls a rabbit out of the hat And sets it free, she sets it free There's a pigeon in my chimney and it's powdering up the air, Powdering up the air and making it hard to breathe Gonna set it free, it's free or fried Together again, and again Free again, and again The lady wants you to dance to the sound of the castanets, You're trying hard to forget What she'd mean to you, if she should set you free. When you walk in the rain up to your ankles in water Fixated on the vision of the hangman's daughter And what she'd mean to you, when she'd set you free Free again, and again Together again, and again You hear a noise in the distance and you see the sun go down The streets are full of junkies, there's a lot of them about You feel them getting closer, they're breathing down your neck, You're the only one left, you're the only one left Who doesn't wanna be free, you don't wanna be free You never asked to be free again. |
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