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An asteroid crashed and nothing burned
It made me wonder Do tigers sleep in lily patches? Do rhinos run from thunder. I got an ache in my left ear I felt the truth but I still could hear. Made me think, I would not be burned, but rather give myself to science, I felt that I could help To science, I felt that I can help Paranoid the doctor ran, Shouting his graphic translation All out of order Gang wars and ails of riches, Spewing forth their color He purposely waited till I was done To knock on the lavatory door Accusing me of ruining the fun, He knocked on it some more The fun, He knocked on it some more. And alloy suitors were all inside An apple or a grape To put forth a cloud of Mercury In front of a mighty car On a freeway in Los Angeles Once the spraying has been done 'Cause there's more pain from necessity You're a portrait of your past, There's a mummy in the cabinet. Are there no more arrows left? What's that rubber bottle doing here? How's that napkin for a proof Ten cents to a dollar now For a shelf of pregnant ears Robert Palmer is applauded again, again, again So stupendous, living in this tube. |
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Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore Abducted by a bandit or A king from some forgotten war And mindful of his larval craze The rhinotropic micro-gaze Ignored it and to my amazement Rode to Paris in twelve days This is the work of the guelah papyrus Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus She take me on, I never fail To ride on the redundant rail 'Cause when I know she's switched a track There's always one to take me back And through the bedroom door intrude A fretful frown and spoil the mood 'Cause though I never really stand that tall She tilt my frame, she watch me fall |
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Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift
And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath Of the darkness the light from above could not reach I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight And upon yonder precipice saw her alight And glared back at me one last look of dismay As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray So much better I said to myself And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf I struggled with destiny upon the ledge And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge And silence contagious in moments like these Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease The passion that sparked me one terrible night And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite So much better I said to myself And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf I struggled with destiny upon the ledge And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge And silence contagious in moments like these Consume me and strengthen my will to appease The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) |
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I am a prince I have it all
I hear your footsteps through the wall I wait in silence for your call then take a shot and watch you fall I am a ghost but I cannot fly I'm stuck here as the years slide by I need a resting place 'cause I already felt my body die if I had a host of ghosts living on my street I'd jive and strive to stay alive and offer them some meat I need a different life I think perhaps I'd be the missing link and treasure moments as I drink away the memories let the sink |
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I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The sloping companion I cast down the ash Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew Police in a corner, gunnin' for you Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat Laugh when they shoot you, say "Please don't do that" Control for smilers can't be bought The solar garlic starts to rot Was it for this my life I sought? Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not) The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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All the way home we felt we had a chance
To review the coulds before we were born And to invite a new game of cant’s Absorbed in the clouds, a voice from afar said, “With the right device you can make a pattern grow or you can tune up your car” So we stayed on the train admiring the time As the lights of the city drew near We drank a little wine They were blurry and green, outer space in between, With a depth and a form unclear Then we saw it up ahead A flickering lantern lit up on the tracks In the rugs that had covered up the bridge From the banks of a river to the bed of a valley upstream to the place where you live The glass from the lantern cast back the sight of a drive-in movie we drove by below We saw where we’d been in the pictures within, Projecting all the places we would go So we followed the scene and flowed up your steps To a smooth wooden floor in a trance The train whistle melody wove through the trees and in through the door to signal the turns of a dance |
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I come from atop the mountain baby
Where the people come to pray I come from atop the mountain baby Where the people come to pray There ain't no truth in action 'Less you believe it anyway I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum The road was his end His end was the road So they say Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum, possum Your end is the road I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum The road was his end His end was the road So they say Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum, Your end is the road Whoa possum, possum Your end is the road |
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The circus is the place for me with bears
and clowns and noise I love the shiny music that descends from overhead Gordon knew the moment when the stars all turned around But from that vantage point I frowned If life were easy and not so fast I wouldn't think about the past. I can't forget to turn the earth so both sides get their share of darkness and of light So now I wander over grounds of light and heat and sound and mist provoking dreams that don't exist A circus of light where dreams can take flight In the peacefulness dreaming dreams brings If life were easy and not so fast I wouldn't think about the past.... |
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i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head
starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed he opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk fires up my legs when he wants me to walk keeps my eyes open most of the day adds to my memory the things that people say when he makes decisions i dont have to wait but sometimes it seems he's got to much on his plate like this morning when i woke up and he dressed me in this shirt that looks a little ragged where he drug me through the dirt i'm moving through this life and i'm thinking about the next and hoping when i get there i'll be better dressed keeps my eyes open for most of the day adds to my memory the things that people say when he makes decisions i dont have to wait i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head |
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In the morning I pack up my gear
and toss it in my carryall Run the wide load to the lip and watch the big core crack and glow In the evening I undo my belt Split open and melt I wake up on my stomach with my face between my hands and crawl along the floor toward the doorway Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together but I feel it in my knees and the room begins to spin and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt Split open and melt We breathe deep in a steam dream and plunge below the water line down, down, down between beams to the gloom room among the seaweed and the slime down, down, down Melt |
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Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors And I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours The kings are all lined up outside the gate And the autumn bells are ringing but they'll just have to wait Where is the joker? Have you seen him around With his three coned cap that he wears like a clown? Have you seen his stripped stockings and heard his sad tale About the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whales? Here come the ambassadors, they show up one by one Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done Wendy's on the windowsill waiting to be let in And we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin The kings storm the hallway they've climbed up through the gate they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait Here comes the joker with his silly grin He carries a martini made of bathtub gin Here comes the joker we all must laugh Cause we're all in this together, and we love to take a bath. |
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Piper, Piper, the red, red worm
Woke last night to the sound of the storm Her words were words I sailed upon |
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Welcome this is a Farmhouse
We have cluster flies alas And this time of year is bad We are so very sorry, There's little we can do But swat them She didn't beg oh, not enough She didn't stay when things got tough I told a lie and she got mad She wasn't there when things got bad I never ever saw the northern lights I never really heard of cluster flies Never ever saw the stars so bright In the farmhouse things will be alright Woke this morning to the stinging lash Every man rise from the ash Each betrayal begins with trust Every man returns to dust |
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Harry! Harry! Where do you go when the lights go out (3x)
Harry! Harry! Where do you go? Thank you Mr. Miner (5x) Thank you Mr. Hood I can feel good (I feel good) about Hood! (4x) You can feel GOOD! |
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I was taught a month ago
to bide my time and take it slow then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day I'm convinced the whole day long that all I learn is always wrong and things are true that I forget but no one taught that to me yet I ought to see the man Mulcahy I was taught a month ago to bide my time and take it slow then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day I'm convinced the whole day long that all I learn is always wrong and things are true that I forget but no one taught that to me yet I ought to see the man Mulcahy .. I .. I ought to see the man Mulcahy |
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Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think Before you slip into the night You'll want something to drink Steal away before the dawn, and Bring us back good news But if you've tread in primal soup Please wipe it from your shoes Just then a porthole pirate Scouraged the evening with his cry And sanctuary bugs deprived A monkey of its thigh A dust arose and clogged my nose Before I could blink twice Despite the scut that bubbled up I gave some last advice: The flesh from Satan's dogs Will make the rudiments of gruel Deduct the carrots from your pay You worthless swampy fool Exploding then through fields and few And swimming in the mire The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth Demented me with fire I drifted where the current chose Afloat upon my back And if perchance a newt slimed by I'd stuff it in my sack Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin But with the handy spine of hedgehog I removed the force within Suzie then removed her mask And caused a mighty stir The angry crowd responded Taking turns at grabbing her The foggy cavern's musty grime Appeared within my palm I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off With deadly icy calm The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue And used her like a rag To mop the slime from where the slug Had slithered with the bag In summing up, the moral seems A little bit obscure... Give the director a serpent deflector A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector A cushion convector, a picture of nectar A virile disector, a hormone collector Whatever you do take care of your shoes |
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Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you Wilson, Duke of Lizards I beg it all trune for you Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book In as far as fiefdom, I think you bad crook Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you Wilson, Duke of Lizards I beg it all trune for you I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same When we had that meeting, over down near Game(hendge) Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you Wilson, Duke of Lizards I beg it all trune for you You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one I must inquire, Wilson Can you still have fun? Wilson Can you still have fun? Wilson Can you still have fun? Wilson |
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When I get home from work, what do I do?
I try to kill you! When I get home from work, what do I do? I try to kill you! And why would I try to kill you? Because you're a... Big black furry creature from Mars (4x) When we go out to eat, what do I do? I try to kill you! When we go out to eat, what do I do? Oh, I am killing you! Why do i kill you? Because you're a... Big black furry creature from Mars (4x) I'm runnin, away from you (x2) Why am I running? Cause you're a... Big black furry creature from Mars (12x) |
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Throughout the night when there's no direct light and a thin veil of clouds keeps the stars out of sight I can smell the colors outside on my lawn The moist green organic that my feet tread upon And the black oleander surrounded by blues I'm soon overwhelmed by olfactory hues Bouncing Around the Room The woman was a dream I had though rather hard to keep For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep. For when my hand was holding hers, she whispered words and I awoke And faintly bouncing around the room the echo of whomever spoke I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever spoke. The place I saw was far beneath the surface of the sea My sight was poor but I was sure the sirens sang their songs for me They dance above me as I sink I see them through a crystal haze And hear them bouncing round the room the never ending coral maze That time and once again I'm bouncing around the room. |
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Appendages flailing, you're running at me. Ferocious,
tenaciously clawing at me. The devious gelatin holding me fast. Miraculous now you let me move past. Over the wall rushing rivers of sleaze. The tips of stalactites incising my knee. A slipper, a sand dollar day at the shore. Nice evening at home that I dread even more. Would you please, Make clear to me, I'm peering out through your opacity. Though you rehearse, Tomorrow's verse, Forgive me if I don't sing in your key Look back on those days when my life was a haze. The gelatin lay on a truncated sleigh. Copernicus drank from a vessel that stank. The free masons crank to the overflow tank. Bane of the weasel, for biding his fun. Jump on the turnstile and watch me go 'round. Swim with the cactus and float with the stone. I try to convey what you strive to condone Would you please, Make clear to me, I'm peering out through your opacity. Though you rehearse, Tomorrow's verse, Forgive me if I don't sing in your key Would you please (In all that dust and stone) Make clear to me (And when you see me) Why nothing is the first thing that I see (Don't Go) And if you do (In all that dirt and stone) And I see you (And when you see me) Then you will be the nothing left for me (Don't Go) |
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As a young man I went riding
Out on the western plain In the state of North Dakota I met my Nellie Kane I met my Nellie Kane She was living in a lonely cabin With a son by another man Five years she had waited for him As long as a woman can As long as a woman can I don't know what changed my mind Til then I was the ramblin' kind The kind of love I can't explain That I had for Nellie Kane She took me on to work that day To help her till the land In the afternoon we planted seeds In the evening we held hands In the evening we held hands Her blue eyes told me everything A man could want to know And it was then I realized I would never goI would never go (chorus) Now many years have gone by And her son has grown up tall I became a father to him And she became my all She became my all |
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I'm looking through
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I've been wading in the velvet sea
I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say mailed it off to your address you'll get it pretty soon unless The packaging begins to break and all the points I tried to make are tossed with thoughts into a bin time leaks out my life leaks in you won't find moments in a box and someone else will set your clocks I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say and mailed it off to you |
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Guyute was the ugly pig
who walked on me and danced a jig that he had learned when he was six then stopped and did some other tricks like pulling weapons from his coat and holding them against my throat he lectured me in a language strange and scampered quickly out of range I'm bouncing like a newborn elf I can't remain inside myself Guyute glances in my eyes and manages to hypnotize me as I sleep the sleep of death he suck from me my only breath that I had breathed since I was ten I hope this happens once again |
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Trapped in time and I don't know what to do
These friends of mine, I can see right through You don't gotta tell me I don't gotta move 'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) I walk through the hallways inside my mind I chase the backbeat from behind Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way He reached to grab me and this is what he said Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) This is the end My only friend, the end Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts in the young child's fragile ... mind Aahhhhhhhh! Careful with that axe, Eugene Mother Careful with that axe, Eugene Aahhhhhhhh!!!!! |
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We've got it simple
Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band We've got it simple Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band What is a band without cymbals? Ooh ooh cymbals are grand We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got a saxophone in the band We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got saxophone in the band What is a band without saxophone Ooh ooh saxophone is grand Cymbals and saxophones Saxophones and cymbals (2x) We've got Be-bop Cause we've got a band And we play Be-bop in the band We've got skyscraper And it sings a pretty tune Every band needs skyscraper too What is a band without skyscraper Ooh ooh skyscraper is grand Sim-Bop & Be-Bophone Sky-Balls & Sax-Scraper |
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We're bobbing on the surface
and the shadow glides below They say she feels my heartbeat Oh..But how I'll never know That it's the ocean flowing in our veins Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears Oh..'Cause we could have come so very far Oh..In at least as many years! Take the highway through the Great Divide (x2) I'm building you a pyramid With limestone blocks so large I drag them from the mountain top You'll need a two car garage And it's the ocean flowing in our veins Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears Oh..Cause we could have come so very far Oh..In at least as many years Take the highway through the Great Divide x2 Cause it's the ocean flowing in our veins Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears Oh..Cause we could have come so very far Oh..In at least as many years Take the highway through the Great Divide |
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Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please Ramble while slop scraper sighs Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies Operations at the sink The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes Feels it tilt and start to slide Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese Dangle some grape apple pies Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies Your hands and feet are mangos You're gonna be a genius anyway Your hands and feet are mangos You're gonna be a genius anyway [All three verses superimposed upon one another] |
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I'm floating in the blimp a lot
I feel the feeling I forgot of swimming weightless in the womb or bouncing gently 'round the room In a minute I’ll be free and you’ll be splashing in the sea I feel no curiosity I see the path ahead of me in a minute I'll be free and you'll be splashing in the sea we'll hear a tiny cry as the ship goes sliding by free free I'm floating in the blimp a lot I feel the feeling I forgot I'm floating in the blimp a lot I feel the feeling I forgot free... |
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I'm floating in the blimp a lot
I feel the feeling I forgot of swimming weightless in the womb or bouncing gently 'round the room In a minute I’ll be free and you’ll be splashing in the sea I feel no curiosity I see the path ahead of me in a minute I'll be free and you'll be splashing in the sea we'll hear a tiny cry as the ship goes sliding by free free I'm floating in the blimp a lot I feel the feeling I forgot I'm floating in the blimp a lot I feel the feeling I forgot free... |
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He walked on down the hall
Walked on down the hall He said "mother" "Father, I want to kill you" "Mother I want to cook you breakfest I want to cook you breakfest, mother Mother, I wanna cook you breakfest Then I wanna, I wanna borrow the car Then I wanna borrow the car Then I wanna" Trying to make a woman match your moves And I'm sharing in the weekapaug groove Trying to make a woman match your moves And I'm sharing in the weekapaug groove Trying to make a woman match your moves And I'm sharing in the weekapaug groove |
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