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Figurine of Progress
03:15
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Here comes the figurine
Of progress from the left
And on the right the unforeseen wall
We missed the roaring twenties
Overwhelming the other arm
Overwhelming the other arm
When the ladder breaks
With the weight of their promises
And the banners are finally taken down
Who will represent their district
Without hindsight now
This is silver I happened to find
And melt down with a peace of mind
You can have it if you found no value here
We will climb up through the window
With a window to spare
Here is a cake with a face drawn in icing
Given on behalf of a friend
Who will represent their district
With more foresight now
We missed the roaring twenties
Overwhelming the other arm
Overwhelming the other arm
Here comes the wrecking ball with eyes
For the second time and I understand
How to steer and stand clear
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2. |
Concord, MA
03:33
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Chelmsford felt like it could be Concord
Delaware is no new world either
No where left to bite in
Dream of you sinking bottles in the glass river
How do we even know one another
With all these odds
Shell mound carbon copy hidden under the sound
Barrow and midden share
Room on the plan
New York
Rip Van Winkle took a long time
Stole what wasn't ever mine
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3. |
Heavenly Door
03:15
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Someone turn the coals and keep the fire burning
MMmmm until morning
If a good man is holy only when he's filled with
The right emotion
When the heavenly door
The heavenly door
When the heavenly door
Will not open like before give it force
(And the baboon walks and his feet are slow and steady and the dust is beneath)
Texas was taken violently mistaken
With the wrong notion
But this demeanor and red tongue
Would give the talk radio news
When a soldier can be
A soldier can be
When a soldier can be
Much more welcome easily we will see
When the heavenly door
The heavenly door
When the heavenly door
Will not open like before give it force
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4. |
Voting Trough
03:35
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Taking on sweeping reform
Taking on pain without blaming
Other people going down the drain
Taking off for the voting trough
Feeling sorry when you're falling apart
Feeling sorry when you're pushing the cart
Who on Earth deserves a neck-and-toe start
Feeling sorry's a disease of the heart
Surrounded with well-being
Occupied with personal reason
Electrified if there's no meaning
The season is electing me (electing me)
They'll only tell you when you're under the light
There are thousands of reasons for flight
Does taking guidance with too much salt
Or giving bad advice make it your fault
If you don't care why are you there
Focus all your bad energy
Focus focus your bad energy
Focus on me focus on me
A man of leisure finds it all worthwhile
If you make no more than a dozen an hour
You know the lying face it's a smile
And we're all lost in the soda aisle
If you don't care why are you there
If you don't care why are you there
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5. |
Teeth of Time
02:55
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6. |
Banner Day
02:19
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no words
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7. |
Sword I Wished For
05:15
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If I found the sword I wished for under the bed
I wouldn't be there but in England instead
If I found the sword I wished for under the bed
I wouldn't end up down among the dead
Sunken under bracken and mud
Uninvited to the passage of time
Golden messages around the neck
Not handed over at the site of the wreck
The hilt is clean iron and bronze sing
Into the future where no one will die
Wrapped in wind the right ear rings
Polished silver and the emerald eye
Blue angel landed on the green
Rich devil walking out on the wing
With cuts under the jaw from a Roman spear
Wishing to fly away from here
Like an actual violent man
WIth a motive and three free hands
Or a Plantagenet nobleman not willing
To even help row the ship through the light rain
They caused me trouble
Still wish they were around to cause me more
They cause me trouble
But I wish they were around to cause me more
Don't ever let them turn your teeth into sand
And don't forget who has the lower hand
They may expect you to want nothing else
But no one can take what you make for yourself
In Toledo when the sabre was struck
Felt a lot better feeling out of luck
My sword keychain and dead-giveaway shoes
Had me laughing all the way from Toulouse
Here's a couple of seashells a metal comb
And a lid on the borrowed leisure time
They caused me trouble still wish they were around to cause me more
They caused me trouble still wish they were around to cause me more
They caused me trouble still wish they were around to cause me more
They caused me trouble still wish they were around to cause me more
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8. |
Let It Overflow
03:01
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Do you read about the weather
When you feel it in your ears and your nose
Will you reconfigure measures
When you find out who wrote the code
That's how it goes
That's how it goes
That's how it goes
Your table isn't even level
So how can it be so full
This party will not be forgiven
You added to the chain after all
If you need to think slow
And let the empty cup overflow
If you feed it it'll grow
Until you cut off the supply
Let it die and move on
Give it time and feeling think slow
Until the empty cup overflows
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9. |
Here's Our Skier
03:00
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How many walked into this room
By the capital's counting
And look what's buried in the island
Hundreds of thousands
Do you want the decider
To be you as it is forever
And here's our skier
Walking through the country to
The national mountain
Hope you can glide through
All the snow on the freeway
Past Sacremento
And honestly you'll be pulled over
In the next county
How many walked into this room
Captain's orders
And here's our skier
Towing the line
As if it belonged to everyone
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10. |
Spike's Interlude
01:00
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no words
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11. |
Mother & Stars
04:14
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Follow that candle down the wick of all belief
Soulish animals atoms reassign
Another relic stolen from the ashes in the stream
Whose blood on the cloth keeps the tourists in line
Here is the courage to ignore the paper sign
The mother and the stars decide the month and time
To be able to return to welcome company
Through a cemetery of words and phrases to repeat
Running right behind a slightly older me
One of these nights I'm going to climb out through the seams
Follow that candle up the stair and close an eye
Here through an open roof I think should see
Nothing in the ice and dust harder to align
Body and blood jump off the page and follow me
Who has the courage to defy the papal sign
The mother and the stars decide the month and time
To be able to run to welcome company
Through a cemetery of words and phrases to repeat
Running right past a slightly older me
One of these nights I'm going to fly out of a dream
Who is that sitting in the tree
Who is that sitting next to me
Who is that tell me who
The mother and the stars decide the month and time
Who is that sitting in the tree
Running down backwards and out of town
Running through the cemetery of words to write down
One of these nights I'm going to find out what they mean
Running through the cemetery of words to write down
One of these nights I'm going to climb out through the seams
One of these nights I'm going to fly out of a dream
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12. |
Slide to the Ocean
05:15
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Spread the leaves out to cover
The roots of your favorite tree
Sit on that dollar
You paid with the circuit in your palm
You're a worried picture
With supplements to judge
If you made any profit
You could be charmed with the sense of calm
You'd feel
Preserve the coast or don't live there
Floating ideas caught in the net
Pour out the last bottle
And take a complaint out the jar
Those housing collectors
Invest in a future less warm
But there's a thousand sectors
Waiting behind the death of your car
And it won't take long to feel
Better than you did at the start of the meal
And it won't take long to feel
Better than you did at the start of the meal
If you see no outlet
Brace yourself and run right through
No longer married to the thoughts
You were taught too young
Join the queue it's contagious
Waiting in line down the hall
For the slide to the ocean
Open the window and we will fall
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Ben Van Bonn Brooklyn, New York
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