1. |
Blue Suit
04:27
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Lyrics:
I search for my children…
And remember I have none
And my body drips to the floor
Like wax from the mantle
Remember when we worshipped summer
And your vision was smooth?
And I never questioned you
In your blue suit.
chorus:
Oh, you talked like you meant it
You sung like you meant it
You danced like you meant it.
Oh, you talked like you meant it
You sung like you meant it
You loved like you meant it.
And there’s almost nothing that
I’d like more than to believe you
But the language escapes me –
There just aren’t enough words.
Did you flee to the forest
In hopes that I’d find you?
You ask for a gift,
I have nothing to give.
Remember when we worshipped summer
And your vision was smooth?
And I never questioned you
In your blue suit.
(repeat chorus)
You ask for a gift,
I have nothing to give.
I have nothing to give you.
I have cloud lust
And fresh air fantasies…
(repeat chorus)
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2. |
Looking For Landmarks
04:39
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Lyrics:
Do you hear the chorus in the canyon
As you spend another evening alone?
You must accept when an ending comes:
Breathe, just breathe…
chorus:
And I’ve been looking for landmarks
Looking for a line to draw
And I’ve been looking for landmarks
Looking for the last straw
And I was not born for mourning
Or abstract love, or silent notes
I was not born to be absent:
Breathe, just breathe…
(repeat chorus)
I can tell by the paint on your clothes
And the subtitles on your screen
And the sound of a chandelier
Crashing to the floor
And the voice of your mother
Draped in a labyrinth of lace
She’s trying to wake you
From your opium dream…
(repeat chorus)
Breathe, just breathe…
Where are you marching to?
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3. |
Dying for Love
04:10
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Lyrics:
Weak from love
weak from love…
Do sing, do live, do dress for life
The page is turning
Burning books and movies
Tiny and crying, Third World woman
Suffer and sacrifice
for what though?
The house was empty
Raining with her
lavender skin, she’s a healer for sure
The house was empty and raining with her
Lavender skin, she’s a healer for sure
Black arm, black boy
Black peach, leave the car
She’s falling, she’s aching
She’s wanting, she’s shouting at time
Staring at people, staring at fluff
A star in your movie, weak from love
Weak with love, dying for love
She’s dying from love
Weak from love…
She’s falling, she’s aching
She’s wanting, she’s shouting at time
Staring at people, staring at fluff
A star in your movie, weak from love
Weak with love…
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4. |
Blood for Sugar
04:40
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Lyrics
She was born to a city of street cars and secrets
In search of something, a boy or a witness
She was an empress with a vulgar bravado
She worshipped plastic prophets
She knew the comedy of a necktie
And the silky lightness
Of expensive fabrics
She traded blood for sugar
She’s trading blood for sugar
She tiptoes as her lovers sleep
An awkward man with a whiskey weakness
And her tears turned to opals and pearls
And she threads them onto a silver cord
And her mattress has secrets
A tuxedo, a promise
A ceremony, a compromise…
She traded blood for sugar
She’s trading blood for sugar…
She was embarrassed by her paint and her sequins
And the vocabulary of motel rooms
And her mattress has secrets
She traded blood for sugar
She’s trading blood for sugar…
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5. |
Sad Diamonds
05:22
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Lyrics:
Sit friend, weak beauty
With your sad diamonds and singing mother
There’s death on your bed
But you’re the only you that I know
And don’t worry those like him dream
Diamond ugly and hair like a forest
And he’ll swim
And shake the chocolate and rust from his skin
Just tell him to leave
Don’t let him win
And you make songcakes under your breath
(muttering mad, and mean)
On a black iron bed with rosy skin and TV frantic
You’re the only you that I know
Like a girl with a part in a play, like life
Like the size of your skin: beautiful friend
Cause those like him play, dripping with honey
His language is water…
And you’ll swim
And shake the chocolate and rust from your skin
Just tell him to leave
Don’t let him win
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Lyrics:
The book under her arms argues with the buttons
On her skin-tight sweater
An Asian doll, with Southern charm
Smothered in jasmine
chorus:
And a sweet love
A visible plan
With the weight of her beauty
The message was loud
She’s not worth the worry…
She was a cowgirl on roller skates with a burning radio
Held to her ear
She was overcome by ambition
And sleeping medication
She has a mirror in every room
She has you humming, humming her tune…
(repeat chorus)
She’s not worth the worry…
You were lost, you were gone
Too far gone, too far gone
She’s not worth the worry…
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7. |
Shape of Strange
02:44
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Lyrics:
What is the shape of ordinary?
What is the shape of strange…
There’s a shadow of a reptile on the road to man
In a whisper, in the ethers
And a tear falls from a war-horse
Caught in traffic
Gather your courage pilgrims
‘Cause this is where the students of amnesia
Tourists in a hurry find a stairway to lightness
In the skyline, on the seacoast
My warhorse, my hairdo
And words to live by, words to live by
So let’s get to the root of your hairdo
And your paper fortune
And your stairway romance
You are a weaver
You are a weaver
You are a weaver
Of possibilities…
With a warehouse of godless measure
Men and their shadows: remember this…
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8. |
Green Limousine
04:05
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Lyrics:
I knew there was a story,
cause he’d been sitting there for years
Behind a cardboard sign,
waiting for pity and dollars
The young blood gathered ‘round
waiting for questions
To turn into answers…
chorus:
He’s got a chauffeur driver
He’s got a green limousine
He’s a millionaire
In a wheelchair
Edge of the freeway
Drive-thru heroin
And caviar
One day he appeared
in his green limousine
And put himself in his chair
And rolled down the street
To a sweet little spot,
and he set up his shop…
(repeat chorus)
He’s the freeway pharmacist
The cars are waiting in a line
While he reads Voltaire
In his wheelchair
Edge of the freeway
Drive-thru heroin
And Caviar
And the freeway pulses
With the blood of the city
He’s just a pusher
He’s not a guru…
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9. |
Emily
05:32
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Lyrics:
Inspired by fragments
of broken glass
Makes it hard to walk along
a straight and concrete path
To see things clearly
to see you bathed in sunlight
Surprised me.
And there’s a nail in your shoe
and glass in your feet
If ever there was a day to be true to yourself,
this would be it
Those in the Third World,
do they know what they’re missing
Puff up your feathers,
‘cause you’re ready for the parade
(chorus):
Emily, she’s waiting
Up in her room, she’s waiting for you
Emily, she’s waiting
Up in her room, she’s waiting for you
Designed by moonlight
and the tip of a pen
An empty page, an empty bed,
a straight and lonesome path
To see things clearly,
to see you bathed in sunlight
Surprised me
And there will always be more
than you ever imagined
And while swimming in red and yellow
you had an epiphany
And the sky comes to meet you
And cradles you in white cotton clouds
(repeat chorus)
You walk through her maze and her flower gardens
But you couldn’t find your way out
And the carpet beneath your feet may become soiled
But it’s not too hard to clean.
Puff up your feathers,
you’re ready for the parade
The floors have been shined
you can see your face there
And no one will question
No one will question
No one will question
This grand affair
And there will always be more than you imagined
It’s endless…
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10. |
The Prisoner
05:28
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Lyrics:
You can’t heal your father with a kiss
He was a blind boy in corduroy
Your porcelain sister, she’s really a steel woman
And I’m not sure if she’s an angel or a changeling
The prisoner laughed
At the marble and must
Don’t lie to a flower
Feline girl
Perhaps she’s not an angel after all
Don’t lie to a flower
(A child knows these things…)
He couldn’t fly too soon…
And you’re deep in the center of a circle
The prisoner questioned his blindness
And you couldn’t fly too soon, could you?
Soon you’ll be free of your velvet logic
Oh, you always surround me
Oh, you’re always above me
(streamlined and steely
perfumed and porcelain.)
Oh you always surround me
Oh you’re always above me
Don’t lie to a flower
(A child knows these things…)
He couldn’t fly too soon…
(through a cup of desire…)
He couldn’t fly too soon
(the color of sky…)
He couldn’t fly too soon
(he spoke of time and salt and desire…)
He couldn’t fly too soon
Listen fool, there’s a hole in your head
Your worlds are locked up in tiny boxes
Perhaps she’s not an angel after all
He spoke of time, of salt and desire
(A child knows these things… )
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11. |
This Mortal Rodeo
03:53
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Lyrics:
Question your worried laughter,
forget the disguise
Celebrate the contour of this life
Your mortal purpose, aching for flight
Life with it’s layers
The weakness of winter
The wind and its purpose: this mortal rodeo
Is it vertigo?
This mortal rodeo
Is it vertigo?
And as you measure your fortune
And what you have, and what he does not
A poor man shames us all
Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings?
We make our decisions
We are champions of contrast
Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings?
Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings?
The texture of time
The awakening of man
We’re orphans floating down a river
Is it vertigo?
Is it vertigo?
This mortal rodeo…
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12. |
Emily Dickinson
05:31
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