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On Sleep LabDon't Abandon Your Banddon't abandon your band and leave them alone to fend for themselves and don't you cry for you dog he lived a good life and now he's running somewhere else somewhere else somewhere else don't write me off today the chances are slim but I am making a comeback hold off on all the call to inform the spanish halls I might be performing somewhere else somewhere else somewhere else look out below here we come don't be so quick to show that we are done we are still one and though you run here we come Welcome to Confusion welcome to confusion welcome to the dance where there's only one song and it goes on and on and you don't stand a chance welcome to heartbreak welcome to the show where you're crying out loud in the gathering crowd and there's no one you know welcome to the train wreck to the end of the line to the end of the rope that is strangling the hope that is mangling your mind welcome to disaster to the game of the ghost where each mistake made is a compliment paid to the implacable host chorus: oh, what a beautiful feeling oh, at the end of all days oh, when your senses are reeling be grateful that you won't go through it again I am the anger that will not subside the thorn that is driven the word that is written deep on the inside I am the insight from which you must flinch when you've finally found you've been standing your ground because you can't move an inch chorus I am mediocrity I am your best friend I am that which will guide you and will walk beside you to embitter your end I am the answer I make everything clear I am everything I am everyone Babe, I am nowhere I am the confluence (in your heart, in your heart) I am the dissonance (in your heart, in your heart) Escape Clause Magician steps into a photo booth he's taking pictures to remind you that not every illusion's untrue I drag a sun spot down to your door I translate tv for the girl with the cough and mark the days as the tattoos rub off now the committee suspects I've gone soft I drag a sink hole out of the ground I know you hate this moon marching holiday and the potion convertor's wife May I know the names of six hundred sixty six stars and men who's allegience leaves scars escape, escape clause a tribe of half men live under the bridge killing rabbits to feed all their kids I'm living with them till they set of the squibs and they abandon the company store hieroglyphics appear in my x-rays my flight for Egypt takes off at 8 there's a man who can decipher I pray I'm a vessel for somebody's code (Chorus) These Damn Hands who hid the widow at the bottom of the well? who put the snowstorm inside the snail shell? and where is the man who says he don't give a damn what they say, what they say? where is the doctor, the actor, the thief? the competent critic? the confident priest? the sky is a color that no one can name, who's to blame, who's to blame? chorus: well, don't you blink when I shake hands with you you don't know what these damn hands can do who put the crow in the president's bed? who put the camera in the schoolgirl's head? and who are the ones who make you cover your eyes when they pray, when they pray? who taught the river to strangle the child? who tamed the lion, made the sparrow go wild? and who lost the world to find out the way, yes, the way, yes, the way? chorus I will take you down to the factory floor I will thresh you clean and clear and what's more I will make you wear my golden ring and I will teach you to sing I am waiting now I am waiting (for you) don't look away when I shake hands with you you don't know what these damn hands can do This Town Let Me Down "Thank you very much. It's delightful to be here." I hate it when you're alive I smear myself with honey from places even bees don't hide and hidden camera hookers travel the world by train I'm in love with a monster endlessly destined for the drain and you my friend are impossibly against everything but when you wear a green tuxedo you dance where they tell you to sing so erase all thoughts of racing home to cut off the king make your home on a star, as Mary Anna Lizbeth grows wings, she's the overseer of precious things now into the river's eye we shake like some paper taped to a car passing by and expert animators think they know which way we move I'm a sucker for sequels and here comes the one where we lose a piano grand where every single key turns to black a hopeful frequent loser makes his presence known from the back it's the way he moves that suggests he might turn and attack greet your new home Mary Anna this is where we finally unpack can everybody hear me in back? "Another year is to pass before I come of age. Come back at Thanksgiving. Return to me at Thanksgiving. Then I will answer." Smoking Armada So long we were undoubtedly strong, drawing on what we could draw and looking tanks in the nose. Who knew that it could tumble so soon, that change withers in a moment? Long days, we didn't take any pay, said what they told us to say-- it was the least you could do! My girl, you were the rest of the world; your face didn't leave a moment... Come down, deliverer, and see what we've done! Come down, deliverer, and take your place! Too late--they didn't offer to wait. They took you out of my side, just like a rib in a book, and what returned to face me was understood not to be the same thing. So long I wondered where I went wrong. I lifted up to the throne whatever jewels were around: no answer. But it's better to dance in chains, waiting for a moment! 1917 or 18, Gregorian or Julian, numbers bring me down. '68 was almost all right: paintings in the moonlight, calling down the smoking armada. Not Sorry tell me your secret just before you go there's still a few things I'd like to know if I ever learned to play your game, would you see fit to give me back my name? I know it looks like I still care But see my eyes, how I'm not there and I'm not sorry I know that you must think it cheap we all must sow what others reap but I'm not sorry you want a chance to be someone you want a new sky with a modern sun you want salvation, want to go somewhere you want the boyfriend with the real cool hair well, I've seen that look somewhere before on someone walking out the door but I'm not sorry in the heart where feelings smart all things must end, girl, before they start and I'm not sorry chorus: let's smoke a joint let's get real high let's go to bed inside your sleepy head, girl count my fingers, pick your favorite one let's call Johnny up and have some fun I guess I'll see you somewhere around wherever they bring out the frowns I hope that you feel better now that you've become the golden cow and I'm not sorry yes, I've heard about your fucked up head but like you heard it said I'm not sorry The Psychic's Wrong Again analog park is violent after dark so always stay on guard and rush across the yard our cargo is human that's why the lights are dim they hate the way I drive with every thought they hide who lets you rattle like electric bird cage? an electric bird cage we're all living in a hospital we're all changing our names we all make each other breakfast the psychic's wrong again she's wrong again she's wrong again she's wrong again the typewriter's sting the telephone's ring the clock's aggressive tick the candle's burning wick the table and the chair the car beyond repair the white picket jail the hammer and the nail this is the story of a foreign air raid and the settlers who stayed they're all living in a hospital they're all changing their names they're all here to make you breakfast the psychic's wrong again and we're just rattling trying to make some noise the cello, the trumpet, the crowd is here by force good blood on bad days the air raid shook our town camera then action in traction the curtain comes down who lets you rattle like electric bird cage? an electric bird cage we're all living in a hospital we're all changing our names we all make each other breakfast on sleep lab on sleep lab on sleep lab on sleep lab the psychic's wrong again Oh! Sunday Morning there's a light that's shining, Sunday morning it's where I want to be where the river meets the trees the sun is singing all over me there's a house in the valley, reeling with the feeling of the people inside see the laughing bride see the young man drunk on his pride chorus I want to stay here the rest of my life you know this time, well, I feel all right there's a cloud of bluebirds up in the grey sky moving like a dream you know that I believe at last, the world is happening to me and at night there's a rhythm to the darkness pulling like a train it let's me know I'm home it tells me so that I'm not alone chorus and from my rocking chair, I'll send you letters, dear to let you know that I'm thinking of you the springtime is so clear, we all wish that you were here the tall green grass is whistling for you there's a church made of flowers, high on a mountain it's Sunday morning, all right, and every spark of light is like a prayer, it's perfect and bright chorus Fireflies (November 10th) It's a decent day for November 10th weeks of driving rain fell across my bed and I know a girl who wears tight eyes and she never goes outside and she never goes to school and I know a boy who wears stocking feet and he never calls his mom and he's sorry for it all day long and I dream one day they go outside walking in their little night time lines dream they touch a flower blooming encased by the falling snow when it goes oh baby it goes in dirty fog sometimes I feel I'm enclosed in dirty fog cause the city feels like a knife tonight and I'll never go outside and I'll never go to school cause I've been reading books and I've got ten shelves left words will kill me someday and then I'll gently slip away oh how easy it is to gently slip away! oh how easy it is to gently slip away! And at night I dream of places in the sky where the shadows fall in even lines and the night time is for fireflies night time is for fireflies night time is for fireflies night time is for fireflies Einstein & His Enemies Today I'd like to go away and tomorrow to return Mahatma cabbie driving me to hotspots in New York it's alright let's go with the batty boxed in relatives painted post our host let's not be short with the thanks and honor every rivalry Einstein and his enemies bleeding fangs and skeleton keys Einstein's early memories don't choke boats float down the sinewy seaweed stream open book take a look you'll find yourself in the strangest places here I stand compass in hand fixed for fighting nights waltzing on the balsa wood at the most deadly height photo shop, 1 hour here's your relativity speed of light goodnight I promise not to fall apart Crooked Horse I'm going out riding on my crooked horse I'm going out riding on my crooked horse for she's the one who tracks a steady course through the debris of my divorce I will meet you at the drunken house I will meet you at the drunken house and as you pray facing the south quiet as a mouse, I will sell you out sometimes I feel like a loaded man a broken can, a telegram sometimes I fly into the wind until the flies fly back again out in the sea in a little boat out in the sea in a little boat or deep in the woods, in some tiny grove I will share with you my treasure trove and we will live like a king and queen yes, we will live just like a king and a queen we'll make a bed out of the forest leaves and my crooked horse will lie down in between chorus I hear you calling out strong and loud I hear you calling out both strong and loud and though the world is mighty proud my crooked horse, well she's fallen down who blew out the candle? who blew out the candle? who blew out the candle? who blew out the candle? I am a witness to the times, I am a witness to your crimes, I am a witness to your lies and all the guys you left behind and looking at you now and laughing all the while my crooked horse will smile his crooked horsey smile go, horse! We're So Underground We're Practically In Japan you could leave but what would Helen think of you she's so down with everything you damn kids do I myself economize my words it's true oh no, here comes the worst days all over again there's a bird bodied doctor in the south who's assembled teams to monitor my mouth he suspects there's more then there is coming out "hey doc, I need time to take this all in" we're so underground we're practically in Japan if you can't stop at least throw up your hands and wave to everybody in the band it's not clear if their heads are in the sand but I hope they play that one song I love moving westward is a hobby during June documenting every step in front of shoes don't forget to glance at what's behind you weave them into one that's advice which I have none we're so underground we're practically in japan (While you were parking the van I came up with a plan how to signal to home that you're still holding his hand are we digging a grave or are we reaching japan? Everyone's so exhausted all this shoveling of sand) All Hands On Hano Street You imply that houses fly but I know that elevation originates in our toes 100 yards and county barns speckle landscape stately farms our vision can can isolate the dust while every actions traces back to trust hello bedroom hello moon I've missed you how've you been I ask you how's your issues? is it true? the kids alright? The party starts when stars align I know you've come from half way cross the world to sit with me and pass the time with words sparrow, spider, slug and snail sing melodies memorized back in the forteenth century it sounds familiar this I know I'll sing the tenor with the crow this documentary's just about to rust every action traces back to trust here we go, kick start the swoon, you're lovely your tests to fly without balloons impress me all hands on hano street, recruit the people that you meet on your wayward backwards journey to the one who never falters once the seed is spun washed up on town landing lanes my child were fifty men that bathed in zen during trials congress, cowards, courts, await they file in through iron gates represented by a peasant dressed in rags who orders up exhibits from the lab a pedestrian foot bridge covers turnpike I read all of the spray paint from my bike down the slope, look left and right I once fell down and almost died but I've taken hits to the head before and always made it back to my front door 
Chime AwayThe Aunts & Uncles Of ThreeWe're officially bored for the rest of our lives we're filled with spark plugs, matches, and knives why risk the sound? why shoot a plane out loud? I'll just say ba ba ba ba ba / ba ba ba ba ba ba ba the aunts and uncles of 3 To rip off shreds of aggrevation to completely fail your motivation why leave this town? Why burn your mansion down? I'll just say ba ba ba ba ba / ba ba ba ba ba ba ba the aunts and uncles of 3 sharp jets and tiny holes vaulting into the keep I can't keep it straight when you've got so many pockets of grief to hit the road without warning to fire blanks into the awning channel 66 never got a reception like this Just say... Stop Me, Stop Me, Stop Me (Before I Get Creative) Mary went to school in Amsterdam Now she thinks she's seen the world And she wants to be an actress, yes She thinks she'll make the Big Time (oh boy) Here we go again, it's Friday night She comes around itching for a fight You know you shouldn't take it personal But it's hard when she throws the book at you And every single time she cries it's clear In her voice, there's something queer Sooner or later, dear Something's surely going to have to change around here Chorus: Stop me, stop me, stop me Before I get creative Stop me, stop me, stop me Before I get creative Stop me, stop me, stop me Before I blow the damn thing Mary likes her coffee black and bitter Well, that's okay, but now she wants to sleep around And she still comes to you for comfort When she's down The stories that she tells, well, they don't help To make you feel one bit better about yourself And you know she doesn't mean it (she doesn't mean it) But then again, what does she mean? When every single song you've sung is wrong And you are forced to sing along To the radio, man, that plays the same damn song Year after year after year after year (oh my god now) Chorus Bridge: I never wanted more than this I never wanted more I thought that this was happiness Now, I'm not so sure Mary thinks of moving back to Amsterdam: "The people there are nicer, and the culture, it's oh so free." "But what about me?" You'd like to ask. Mary shrugs her shoulders, looks at the floor: ÕI'm sorry but I just don't Love you anymore." It's funny But it doesn't make you laugh. When every single thing that you do is wrong You just have to play along But even Superman, well, he ain't that strong Fighting kryptonite night after night. I'm fighting kryptonite night after night (all right) Memory School Just imagine a small town where the tiniest sound goes tumbling down Just imagine you're a teen scream on a twenty foot screen you know what I mean In you town All around There was a little old lady Who lived two doors down And she can't get to sleep at night she asked you to come over snd turn off her nightlight you sang her to bed three weeks later she was deader than she's ever been La la la la It was the best of times It was the worst night of your life La la la la Your mother chased you 'round with a big old kitchen knife La la la la Your car's on empty but you drive around anyways La la la la You're a second class student at a grade A memory school Commander Mercy Commander Mercy put his dog to sleep He's building railroads out in his backyard The things he does, he thinks no one can see But the town is watching, Commander Mercy Commander Mercy had a peg-legged wife One day she ran off with a railway porter Commander Mercy carved a wooden bride And spilt his curses out upon the ocean Commander Mercy went to church last night With his dead dog and his wooden woman He offered prayers that it might rain And then he married himself to his affliction Here he comes, there he goes, here he comes He's building railroads in his sleep Here he comes, there he goes, here he comes He's building railroads in his sleep Building railroads in his sleep Building railroads in his sleep A wooden bride infests his sleep The Far Away People Got a flashlight light on my pillow got a blindfold in the car got a cork screw in my pocket and I don't know where you are got amnesia on my birthday flew the coop on Halloween memorized two dozen volumes of the annotated essays of the far-away team Every house has a microphone every house has a microphone every house has a microphone the far-away people will record there when you're not at home they live in telephone wires they breath the length of the miles they're absolutely in your tv (can you see me? can you see me?) and they're getting close all the while can you keep a deadly secret? about the documents they store paying close attention to the details that you ignore break your plans drive your car bring your love save your life the far-away people are right I Make Maps I am a valuable man I collapse upon command, I am Replaceable cartridge of Talented muscle I work the trickster shift I fall upon the moon In the cold light of reason I am the cup that overflows I am a minister to The Millionaire Academy All the houses say we are A talented nothing After the deluge When the bees have gone to bed I ride the star-eyed ferry And when I am aloneÉ Chorus: I make maps, I make maps, I make maps That's what I do And when you fall asleep I make maps of you I am the rage against The ending of our days A free radical At the party of parties I carry holly On boughs to the brigade The soldier in irons Lies down on the lam Out of the office And onto the highway Radiate me, baby I am catch as catch can And when I finish The last will be the first My wish is your command And in the big roomÉ Chorus Bridge: I am the Grocer Boy I am the Lucky One I am the Confidant of the Heart-broken Angels I am the New Machine The Airship Submarine I am the Answer The silence is broken Catastrophe In The Library Anna left my class I don't know why Couldn't eat too much and so she died Learning a lot what I could have done Kristen left my class I don't know why Tripped off a ledge and so she died Don't take it personally, they say, We can't seem to learn from catastrophe, Her aging over, my aging over Who will dote on your sentences, girl? All is liquid on a hard drive somewhere Unburden yourself, break all the windows Bulb Popper The day Zach stopped believing in the Planet X all the fish jumped out of the water and broke their neck the adults all laughed and the kids all cried no one knew why no one knew why Who told Zach to stop believing? Was it a friend, a mother, or psychiatrist scheming? Told him he'd have to grow up today forget your friends on Planet X and blow them away blow them away - blow them away So Zach packed up all of his inventions his Cosmonautic Phaser Of Good Intentions His Telephone to speak with Planet X To consult with its leader and see what's next see what's next - see what's next Well I still believe in Planet X its microscopic shores and its filaments the towers of cans, the warehouse of plans the gray soupy ocean lapping atomized sands atomized sands, atomized sands And if you can believe it it's real just ask the people of Planet X how they feel to go on without their leader to inch ahead, filled with dread, one small meter one small meter - one small meter so come on now and join the world join the boys and join the girls bulb popper - show stopper we are waiting, we are waiting, we are waiting to shine is to shatter but does it matter? ------ 
Miraculous HappensSide AForty Two 42 pictures of you each one a different shade of blue. I know it seems that sometimes I don't care but 42 blue ribbons in your hair: each one for the days I'm not there. 42 pictures of me all while I watching tv. I know I'm gonna leave you high and dry. Cross your heart - stick a needle in your eye. And these might be things I cling to by and by. Black Ship Sail On Back Again Hard, Too Hard - Three Gold Hearts 42 shades of you each one an excuse you used I know you wanna hold them while you stand but you can't 42 in your hand and you can't smoke these because they're not your brand streetlights spark out spotlights, airplanes land. 42 Radio And Shore! 86 Liquid Lock And Door! 27 Always Runs To Stay like 42 pictures did today. And it seems like I have run out of things to say so I sit and watch the pictures fade away. So I sit and watch the pictures fade away. Black Ship Sail On Back Again! Hard, Too Hard- Three Gold Hearts. Nothing seems to work for me these days. It's Alright. It's Alright. Black Ship Sail On Back Again! She's A Butterfly She was a butterfly so delicate and dangerous. The perfect alibi: Too pretty to seem poisonous. With the straightest face she'd say, 'I don't want to be famous. I know about guilded cages.' Well life is just a tour bus baby and I just wanna be loved. Well, don't you just wanna be loved? And I said: Ooh, are you talking to me babe? I'm not so blind I can't see babe. Spreading your wings while you're sharpening your nails. Ooh, you're such a beautiful thing girl. With such Gossamer wings girl. What do you do when those pretty wings fail? She was the monarch of the flower power scene. With a brand new set of wings for each day of the week. One night at a party well she met a butterfly collector who said he'd really like to produce her. He got her drunk on nectar and he pinned her in his book. And I said: Ooh, it's over now baby. Shot down in the clover now baby. Well butterflies come and butterflies go. Ooh, you should've thought it out girl before you threw it out girl. When you're flying so high it's so hard to come down. She's a butterfly and she's rising. She's a butterfly and she's rising. She's a butterfly and she's rising now. She's a butterfly and she's rising. She's a butterfly and she's rising. She's a butterfly, she's not coming down. Carpenter Ghost I'm just a carpenter ghost. I don't mean you no harm. Can you take me to my house? The house that I built with my hands. And honestly if you asked me I wouldn?t know why your brought me here. Swear to god I'm lost in awe I just don't know what to do no more. So how is my wife these days? Has she stayed faithful to me? Did she leave with another man with another life? Well, he's got more life than me. And honestly if you asked me I wouldn't know why your brought me here. Swear to god I'm lost in awe I just don't know what to do no more. so what are waiting for? is there is something that I should see? And honestly if you asked me I wouldn't know why your brought me here. Swear to god I'm lost in awe I just don't know what to do no more. I Am An Exit Take a picture of me sleeping. Give the picture to the little man. Put the man upon a bicycle. Place my pictures on the wall and windows. What is this strange fascination? Why do you try so hard to open me? Well perhaps I am a door through which you are leaving. So I should be on my guard and watch out when you take my picture. Cuz everywhere it hangs is just another incrimination. And maybe that's alright. If you wanna go then you should go. Just don't take the little man. And kiss me once before you leave this time. You- always on my mind. You're so nice and kind. Although I know you only use me as an exit. You- breaking hearts and minds. Wasting precious time. Not too shy to lie or use me as an exit. Do you recall the old piano? The song we used to play at night? It was my favorite melody. But we don't play it anymore. Now we just run around the house as I try to hide from your camera. And you're breaking all my locks and send the little man to trip me up and you remind me of the west the way you ride your cowboys east and why do you play so rough? There are no bad guys in this town no more. You- always on my mind. you're so nice and kind. Although I know you only use me as an exit. You- breaking hearts and minds. Wasting precious time. Not too shy to lie or use me as an exit. All alone late at night on the phone and you're crying. Set it free, out to sea, let it be - say it's fine. Yeah, it's fine. Yeah, it's fine. Nothing's fine. I hope that you someday find a way out. Until then you can use me as an exit. Hey look there's a silver ball on a hook in the wall. Oh, you're gonna be fine. Most Valuable Pop Take a look at the world around you (it's a wonderland, a wonderland). Empty out your dirty draw of diaries (they're a losing hand, a losing hand). What you got for the mail man today? (it's a letter man, a letter man) Don't attempt to try this at your house (we're a buisness band, a business band) When are you going to realize you know what you wanted all along? Collecting and Refining and almost always trying his Most Valuable Pop. Inventing and destroying and often filling joy in with his Most Valuable Pop. Try and find a nun who can hear you (she's a sister there, a sister there). Don't forget to include all mentions of the (mystery man, the mystery man). He's a got a new chord that he just learned today (he's a minor man, a minor man). Don't include it in your song till you (understand, you understand). All of your little worries will add up to a broken head but you found out too early that the only way to get out of bed. Collecting and Refining and almost always trying his Most Valuable Pop. Inventing and destroying and often filling joy in with his Most Valuable Pop. Tormenting and fermenting and secretly venting his Most Valuable Pop. Expanding and explaining and even when it's raining his Most Valuable Pop. Oh why oh why do you feel the need to push my heart around the room though you say you're busy and trouble me with secret words you know can make me dizzy? I tried it all and still you fall and go into a hissy fit of rage, you've set the stage for another page. Collecting and Refining and almost always trying his Most Valuable Pop. Inventing and destroying and often filling joy in with his Most Valuable Pop. Tormenting and fermenting and secretly venting his Most Valuable Pop. Expanding and explaining and even when it's raining his Most Valuable Pop. Iodine Bible ABCDEFG HIJKLMONP QRSTUVWXYZ Call out the whispering devil - he calls you out. Call out the whispering devil - he calls you out. Call out the whispering devil - he calls you out. Call out the whispering devil - he calls you out. The Daylight Don't Know You. The Evening Believes You. My Iodine Bible compels you to film on this. My Iodine Bible compels you to film on this. My Iodine Bible compels you to film on this. My Iodine Bible compels you to film on this. The Daylight Don't Know You. The Evening Believes You. The sidewalks arrest you as you stop to call me out. The sidewalks arrest you as you stop to call me out. The sidewalks arrest you as you stop to call me out. The sidewalks arrest you as you stop to call me out. The Daylight Don't Know You. The Evening Believes You. CAR crying like it's the end of the world but it's not burning postcards that she used to send from Milan it's just a stupid thing that happened to me today it's just a little ripple under grand arches that sway but you can always get into your car and drive away i told her the truth and she told me to take a hike she told me the names of some doctors i might like well what can you do? what can you say? i don't really care anyways but you can always get into your car and drive away there's nothing 'round here but broken hearts and bars and awful situations made known by the light of the stars and everywhere- all over land you can start by sitting just to make a stand you can always get into your car and drive away SIDE B Under A Moon Of Twine Living, it ain't hard. Living it ain't hard. Just take a walk around the block lift your arms up high. See the future in the work. Sing out to the sky. And fly - don't you wanna fly? And fly - don't you wanna fly? Under a moon of twine. Living, it ain't hard. Living it ain't hard. Just open the window babe, take a look outside, talking hands with microphones and ice cream cones that cry. And fly - don't you wanna fly? And fly - don't you wanna fly? Under a moon of twine. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. Queen Of Mixed Signals Ray, face the music today and measure do not weigh reverie - dispensed for free. Fold and shift shapes without haste but always stop to taste the sweeter side- diagonal lines. we'll find you and we'll hold you and we'll tell you and repel you. won't you greet her? the queen of mixed signals Trashed, on sidewalks we are mashed but you are staring blank forget me nots - all forgot. Twist, shout, roll, rock and dance one hour and a final chance pretty eyes and party lies. forever meet never you're bound to be friends for awhile. disappointment, missed appointment and growing old in style takes longer than awhile Verbs, the anchors of these words are no match for her sword axioms - all plain and dumb. Wind, a road you left behind under a moon of twine planet earth - about to burst. And we'll find you and we'll hold you and we'll tell you and repel you won't you greet her? the queen of mixed signals Rain Falls On Sabrina Rain falls on Sabrina washing her much cleaner than any words of love could ever do. And it's the rain, it isn't you, who frees her. She believes in mysteries that glimmer in the rain her pain is washed away - the spring made new. Or is it? Outside rain is falling. She smiles and she's calling you to join her in the downpour of her joy you foolish boy who thought that love could keep her. she's beyond your words and kisses now out where the storm clouds beckons. She knows, Sabrina knows. She knows. Or does she? I'm not crazy baby but then I might be maybe. Please, don't take your love away from me Sabrina. The answer's coming slowly over where the hill are rolling come back to the sun and stay with me Sabrina. Oh but it's dark and I'm vacant. Oh but it's cold and I'm naked. Oh but it's hot but I like it. And Sabrina says she knows that's why she don't wear no clothes in the rain. Rain falls on Sabrina. Rain falls on Sabrina. The Day Is Unfolding As It Should Find the mousetrap Since those wheels have broken Fake cigarettes for the candy girls And the objects that your praise Are my throw away memories of Wednesday, no Thursday The Day Is Unfolding As It Should If you could - if you would - if you could. And The Day Is Unfolding As It Should if you could, if you would. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday In The Mousetrap. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday In The Mousetrap. In The Mousetrap. In This World. In The Mousetrap. In This World. In The Mousetrap. Miraculous Happens in this world, in the mousetrap. Directly Out Of The Blue you're looking into the face of crazy you're looking directly at me and it's a wonderful world that you live in and it's a wonderful world that you'll die into you're looking directly out of the blue you're looking into the face of sadness you're looking directly at me and it's a wonderful world that you live in and it's a wonderful world that you'll die into you're looking directly out of the blue and you call me for a piece of advice well don't think twice you know that you know that you're looking into the face of crazy you're looking directly at me you're a fool for being in love you're a fool for leaving the house at all winter summer Quiet Girl Call the kids and get the car Draw the line so we know which is what and who we are No muss, no fuss, no fighting in the back Summer is loaded and ready to attack Evolution Get The Gun The ocean opens wide to swallow everyone Cauterize the nerve, the delinquent frequencies When she rides the waves she does just as she please The Captain's on the shore, the boys are all on board the captain's on the shore he's on the shore, he's on the shore Hey Girl, Quiet Girl Hey Girl, Quiet Girl All hail the blue brigade let us set the stars and greatest game jump start a new and grateful life Get Naked and climb up on the hydro-plane The Captain's on the shore, the boys are all on board the captain's on the shore he's on the shore, he's on the shore Hey Girl, Quiet Girl Hey Girl, Quiet Girl Come and see the great charade He sits upon the dunes and cries his lazy eyes away we'll make him sing, we'll make him belly laugh we'll stay and wallow in the golden aftermath You know me and I know you At least I know the kinds of things you like to do Mermaid Prom Queen, beautiful and free Ride the tide awhile and tell me what you see The Captain's on the shore, the boys are all on board the captain's on the shore he's on the shore, he's on the shore Hey Girl, Quiet Girl Hey Girl, Quiet Girl Quiet Girl Eleven For every questions there's an answer You can find it when you look deep within Problems blow back in your face When you toss them to the wind Life is a cycle of pleasure Life is a cycle of pain And life the four seasons They all come around again Where you are I?ve been Where I am you?ve yet to go Trust the voices in your head And the visions of your soul Battles are won When there's courage to fight When there's war in the day Find the peace at night. i am on top of a tricky situation balancing terrors on the head of a pin the only breeze i get is that from the papers pushed around my desk, trying to win you are so sad like a lonely zero there's nothing to fear but being yourself loosen up the bad days without a Miranda keeping all your keys worn, helping yourself i am at war with the doors in my building look the other way and they all disappear but in the other room there's a candle flicking spitting our flames in the shape of a tear i think a museum is a medicine cabinet valium prescribed by some guy named monet guardsmen say step away from the aspirin pill covered tiled floor, capsule array you are like one of those sunday drivers whenever I'm speeding you get in the way if i could only stop with all these high fives maybe we'd almost have something to stay but in a tiny room there's a candle flicking spitting out flames that beg you to stay and in a tiny room there's a room that's smaller confined and awkward sends you away but i am on top of a tricky situation balancing terrors on the head of a pin the only breeze i get is that from the papers pushed around my desk, trying to win Chorus I feel something big is happening I feel something big is going to be on the street there's never a stranger run from smoke clouds, die by yourself and if this moment?s truly in danger I will abandon all prospects of health sing me a rag tag army of saviors everyone knows i need some relief and you're so set with your tiny new paint brush how can you tell if i'll ever be beat? telephone calls are not a disaster unless you're running from a telephoneman sidekicks surface as the story's hero holding some ransom on the man with the plan but i am on top of a tricky situation balancing terrors on the head of a pin the only breeze i get is that from the papers pushed around my desk, trying to win Chorus I feel something big is happening I feel something big is going to be confused and cold and they tell you to hang on this science will make test tubes of us all dog ear deadly pages of a higher asterisk sip softer coffee, watch giants fall orange and yellow are a box of matches outlaw lawyers in a faker's parade telecast lightning with a proper reverb 42 pictures, slow watery fade i know that these old battles are won when sometime somewhere there's courage to fight and if this war is wrecking your daytime take heart darling find peace at night but i am on top of my urge to ponder checking my watch to see if I'm sane but in a tiny room there's a lyric yonder kissing like lover's in the pouring rain Chorus I feel something big is happening I feel something big is going to be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten.....eleven one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten.....eleven Let Me Sleep when you wake up let me sleep you'll go to work and i'll dream of you when you come home to me at quarter past three then we'll go out and we'll have fun till the day is done then we'll go to sleep perhaps we'll dream the sea skylines and trees will you be mine? when the clock strikes nine? and the rooster crows all the seasons home? you may have work to do but my job is you
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