1. |
Daydom
02:02
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Follow these stones
into worlds
far removed from
your Daydom
Where the clouds
look like guns
and their thunder rolls
through the cave of Gods
When at night
(all of my pals come here)
you hear the leaves
(all of my things are here)
crushing under feet
(I was made here)
coming through doors
(think I was made here)
Following wakes
(all of my pals come here)
to the shore
(all of my things are here)
the ghost boats
(I was made here)
drifting through wars
(think I was made here)
Say hello
to the girls
stealing booze
from the Main Store
and the boy
with the pack
of smokes
in his (hand)
Follow these stones
Follow these stones
(all of my pals come here)
(all of my things are here)
(I was made here)
(must've been made here)
Say hello
to the dude
pulling weeds
from the sand
and the chick
with the smile
of the devil
in her
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2. |
Bow
03:33
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I bow down
to the ground
behind me
and sit
as the moss
like a sloth
grows upon me
oooooooooooo
Psychic wars
from the windows
above me
I dance
with the cats
shed our hair
in the alley
oooooooooooo
I'm a donkey
I'm a donkey
I'm a donkey
I'm a donkey
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3. |
Sword
03:09
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This sword
this unseen lord
in black cave or home
traveling alone
This sword
this unseen lord
ghost dogging my side
blowing smoke in my eye
Chasing snakes
lie and wait
through rough and hot days
longing to slay
This sword
this penniless hoard
ghost dogging my side
blowing smoke in my eye
This sword
this unseen lord (this penniless hoard)
ghost dogging my side
blowing smoke in my eye
A hiding snake
lie and wait
through rough and hot days
long to slay
what we slay
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4. |
Garden
01:20
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5. |
Tomb
02:22
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How did you get here?
Into this room
I thought we billed this house as a tomb
Your bones
your growing hair
I can see your ashes floating everywhere
Hey man
who's following who?
I see you again
is it me or you?
Throw down
this shimmering air
move on to the country
and grow quiet there
Far away
far away
with the ditch weed
and the endless summer day
Hey man
who's following who?
I see you again
is it me or you?
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6. |
Dancer
03:06
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I am not a novice
though I may act like one
if you hurry me
And I am not a bad dancer
though I may walk like one
until I hit
the dance
floor
And all my shakes come out
and all my darkness lifts
and a body uncovers
By simple subtle twists
and rhythms in my hips
and a smile on ya' partner
And I am not a scroll
buried out at see
lost to memory
Nor am I a bad partner
though I my act/walk like one
until I talk
you
under
And all my shakes come out
and all my darkness lifts
and a body uncovers
By simple subtle twists
and rhythms in my hips
and a smile on ya' partner
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7. |
Praise
02:47
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Fire in my bones
fire walk alone
fire through the days
up and away
Fire down the road
fire through the rings
dancing off shadows
and making everything glow
Fire to the ghost
fire to your lobe
fire in your lungs
as you breath and smoke
Fire touching bones
fire crawling home
fire burning power
high up on the throne
Fire in the shade
to cast anything out
fire as a bird
seen and unheard
Oh fire where's your promise?
fire where's your hate?
fire where's your days
of endless rain?
Fire where's your ashes?
fire where's your death?
fire where's the plants
growing back?
Fire where's your lake?
with a drifting moon
and the light dancing
off of your skinny face
A godsend of luck
a fortune to behold
fire talking to me
fire in my load
Oh fire talk to me
oh fire talk to me
oh fire come speak to me
Oh fire come speak to me
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8. |
De Vere
02:09
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Forget all your suicides
take 'em out and let 'em die
fuck your head nod
your reward and your applaud
How I live and where I'm heading
not a care for hell or heaven
no glint in the eye
no special way to die
In this common crowded throw
I wanna go how most* people go
untroubling where they lie
and their troubles un-mind
Remember when John Clare
thought he was Ed De Vere?
Remember when you were sure
you were a famous author?
* this song was written in a furious haste. i have sense sung this part as "lucky" instead of "most" in live shows. oh well.
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9. |
Last Ship
03:48
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The last star ship left town
stripped of parts from the inside out
the last few crew were starved and dazed
with one last burn for their final wake
Then set themselves into stasis
and set their minds and ship adrift
Adrift
Throughout an empty eternal night
blackness aside from ancient light
a signal sent in hopeful plea
"if you find us let us be
We've set our hearts on endless sleep
to use this world like one dream"
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