1. |
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I said
so many things
in a blink,
in a wink
to you.
I said
too many things
I don't think
I'd prefer you
to know.
Between you and me,
could you agree?
There's a lot that we don't need.
Between you and me,
could you agree?
There's a lot that we don't need.
There's a lot that we don't need.
There's a lot that we don't need.
/
Traveling my blood,
down the lazy river.
On the way to my heart,
stopping by my lungs.
Don't tell anyone,
where you're off to.
And don't tell anyone off
on where they're off to.
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2. |
Oakland Grade
03:20
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Only by day,
drive the Oakland Grade.
Only by day,
drive the Oakland Grade.
Only by day,
drive the Oakland Grade.
Winding, unwinding,
I want to trace the ocean's border.
Hill after hill,
valley to valley.
A circus behind me,
My plates scream New York.
No trees on the beach,
No such thing as an ocean shade.
And only by day,
drive the Oakland Grade.
And no blood of ours,
in two weeks time.
Only by day,
drive the Oakland Grade.
Only by day,
drive the Oakland Grade.
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3. |
Wake Up
04:43
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Wake up,
and I'm still growing arms.
Wake up,
and I'm tripping on alarms.
Stand up,
and I'm still on my legs.
Stand up,
like on a still, clear lake.
But when I move about,
and you're not around,
I move about,
this torn map of a town.
And when I wake up,
and you're not next to me,
I know tomorrow
I can expect to see...
nature's out of town.
But I'm not out of time.
I'll meet you on a dime.
The sun sets on your frown.
And then we wake up,
and we're still arm in arm.
We wake up,
without tripping on alarms.
We stand up,
and we're still on our legs.
We stand up,
like on a still, clear lake.
But, still, when I move about,
and you're not around,
I move about
this torn map of a town.
And when I wake up,
and you're not next to me,
I know tomorrow
I can expect to see...
nature's out of town.
But I'm not out of time.
I'll meet you on a dime.
The sun set makes your crown.
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4. |
Salley Gardens
03:49
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Down by the salley gardens,
my love and I did meet.
She passed the salley gardens
with little, snow-white feet.
She bid me take life easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree.
And I though young and foolish,
wIth her, chose to agree.
In a field down by the river,
my love and I did stand.
And on my leaning shoulder,
she placed her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
as the grass grows on the weirs.
And I though young and foolish,
chose her for all my years.
-Adapted from W.B. Yeats
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5. |
Flowers
05:25
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All of your flowers,
match the other flowers.
Taken as a pattern,
from one before all colors.
All of your flowers,
match you.
Call out the name of ivy,
and watch the vines climb.
Pass by and by the bridges,
where a net hangs,
refusing you to die.
Call out the name of ivy,
and watch the vines climb.
Pass by and by the bridges,
where a net hangs,
refusing you to die.
To die.
You ran off to the deep woods,
to be alone and cry.
Smelling every thing on your way,
passing each life by and by.
You saw all of the colors,
all the colors of your eye.
Call out the name of ivy,
and watch the vines climb.
Pass by and by the bridges,
where a net hangs,
refusing you to die.
Call out the name of ivy,
and watch the vines climb.
Pass by and by the bridges,
where a net hangs,
refusing you to die.
To die.
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6. |
Library Love Song
02:47
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If I lived in a library,
I'd take my time
to erase all mistakes
and blur the lines.
If my life fit in a library,
books would be in order of
all that came to pass
and turned to dust.
Alphabetical emotions,
Mixed with medical diagnoses.
Memories for a table of contents,
People familiar, they all live in the index.
If I lived in a library
Would you run your fingers down the aisles?
Stack my stories up into little piles,
If I lived in a library?
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7. |
Meadow Love
02:47
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Why couldn't you
spare the horse
to make meadow love?
I just kept walking by,
with my flat-tire
metal drug.
Why couldn't I
stop dwelling on
what the horse was thinking of?
You just kept making
meadow love.
I cursed my heavy, metal drug.
Was it before,
was it after,
I laid in a field,
contemplating loans?
Was it before,
was it after,
I laid in a field,
forgetting what I owe?
Tried forgetting what I owe
Tried forgetting what I owe
Hope the birds would carry off my load
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