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Listen
to the rumors.
Theres talk in newspapers. Think about the galaxy. Think about the galaxy. Ill wonder what went wrong until I die. Pitter patter--rain to mettle. Blurred red sign shakes--reflects your brights. Theres a diamond above you, A silent diamond above you. Ill wonder what went wrong until I die. Ill wonder what went wrong until I die. |
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365--the Alien Highway--
Bound toward the base theyre boiling in. Thumb says theyre in Hanger Eighteen. Thumb says theyre in Hanger Eighteen. Ill wonder what went wrong until I die. Ill wonder what went wrong until I die. |
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I
sit around at night--
Think up songs that you might like. I try to write some great insight to get my story told So all can see my mind unfold. I go away at night-- All my membranes taking flight. Of life I take a great big bite and ponder views of the world. Nothing good rhymes with world But one thing that you should know: Allow your mind to grow. Never close your sensories to creative abstractities. |
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Life's a constant harvest of everything around us. To learn things we must process and never be afraid to dream. Some people what they do at night, they watch TV 'till broad daylight. And even then they fail to see the light as it hits them in the eyes. But I guess it's their own lives. So late at night when you're in bed And can't rid this song from inside of your head, Think of the artists who once said... |
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My relative,
my relative time. My relative, my relative time. The bath is clogged. Our world in human scale is left behind |
"Here, take this guitar. It works well to clean your ears." My relative, my relative time. The bath is clogged. |
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Body sleeps, the mind's awake. Real-life pets adorn the stage. All the music is under your bed. Everything's under your bed. White kitten, purple paws, green toes, Lies with lime-green calico. Joyful wet face licked by sand. Alone with kittens in each hand. All the music is under your bed. Everything's under your bed. Black line painted on the floor Keeps them from the furniture. Rooms have moved, the line has stayed. The cats now kept from the boy who played... My Mother wrote this to comfort me-- Sang to me beautifully. Feelings in dreams real as time. I woke up singing the next line. |
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I went kayaking down the Peshtigo
today. Thought it strange one could own such land where I’d play. Yah, and Pete’s our guide. He kept us all dry. Pierced in his brow, he knows what he knows well, But he doesn’t know it all. I found a dead northern in five feet of water. Despite the current I used my paddle to get the body. Her body’s slimy, his belly’s white and floaty. The river’s ripples made her look like she was swimming. Oh, I put her on the shore, for animals eat them… An im a mals eat fish. Those turtles snapping get to be two by a foot and a half. It's rarely rained here, the water
level shows it. Dad lifts over rocks to get his boat back rolling (
I don't know why I sang "Jane". Think "Dad"). Today's
the last day of the tours down the river. Oh, I look upon the shore - All red green and yellow...De de di da death of leaves. When Nick and I were younger, we filled in our forts with these same smelling leaves. Thanks for Greg Stern for pushing for a 3rd verse. |
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Take
some time to think about the reason you're here.
Take that time and recall some memories 'Cause they're all you take with to the grave. Well you're living like an American; You're shooting here and there. Are you shooting in the direction that your maker sent you to Sail on Future I think I'll just wait right here. After all I've lost sense of direction. I'm sure I was aimed, but I'm lost in this world that was made. |
Take some time to peel the burdens (from your skin) That fell from the sky. And take those peelings 'tween palm and palm, And throw 'em to whom you sing Sail on Future. I'm lost in the shadows of past generations Who built up our world too high. Sailing. I'm sailing on a frictionless future That's sucking my life from my eyes. |