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Illusion Of Choice
05:20
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Go on tell em how I’m treating you
Go on tell em what I’m puttin’ you through
Traveling downtown walking all around in your new gowns
Anyone else’d leave you straight panhandling
Good fortune that I came around with my
Fortunes abound, all the goods I adorn
So pour a glass and drink it down
Only got a million odd bottles to choose from
See it all around
You know it’s there
The illusion of choice
Go on tell em how much I allow you to say
Go on tell em how much I allow you to spend
Jilted lovers world round would kill to wear your kicks
Guess I might’ve spoiled you rotten
Or maybe you’ve just simply forgotten
The world of yesterday, choices beige and gray
I breathed some color into your world
Now all I’m seeing is dissent unfurl
Options all around
It’s all you know
The illusion of choice
Shove it down your throat til they
Can’t hear your voice
Hey why you goin on and reading that stuff
Isn’t what I throw on the TV enough?
Wearing me down with these new found
Adjectives and nouns
You say your friends will feed your mind
Well who will feed your heart in kind?
Serving up your wildest dreams?
Shaping who you are, it seems?
Feel it all around
So hold it close
The illusion of choice
Shove it down your throat til they
Can’t hear your voice
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2. |
My Glass Saxophone
02:54
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Clouds roll in, and clouds roll out
With my glass saxophone
Breathin’ in, the jazz comes out
Through my glass saxophone
Candy down the hillside
For the buzzing ones
Mothers soaked in alcohol
Me? I’ll take my nectar
Through my funny horn
Pleased as punch to join in the sprawl
Baby blue jay won’t you
Take a five and
Leave behind those weary demands
Spend an afternoon and
Roll down the green
Ramblin’ jokers hand in hand
Clouds roll in, and clouds roll out
With my glass saxophone
Breathin’ in, the jazz comes out
Playin' on my glass saxophone
Baby blue jay won’t you
Take a five and
Cast away those weary demands
Spend an afternoon and
Roll down the green
Ramblin’ jokers hand in hand
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3. |
Song for Henryk
07:32
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Old railway shutting down back in old world town
Leaves a family man to his own
Lousy sort of luck to fall
Don’t wanna leave but after all, I gotta
Do what’s right and head westbound
To the empire til things turn around
Back the old country way
Couldn’t it sooth, wealth of security
Reaped from the land of opportunity
Oh little one, alone in your room
Crying out
Oh if you only knew
What the man would do for you
Construction shutting down here in Manhattan town
Leaves a doting man to his own
Thwarted birds flown into towers
Both folks and state lost in the morning hours
But duty bound, I’m on my feet
Down even less inviting streets
I guess this is how your father dies
Muted by the fallen cries
I told you wear another jacket
One more suited for the weather
Camouflage burns brightly
On reactionary eyes tonight
They’ve been waiting
For any chance to make their uncle proud
You had one job to do
You great bloated buffoon
Keep the man under your marbled wing
Send him home fattened on your feast
But now that’s blown away
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4. |
Harlequinade
03:01
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Through pale window pane
A precious and fragile light
Arrangement in rows
Those yearning calls and rites
A bark from the next room
Reminding from whence you came
A path once held dear
The circus that owns your name
We’ve all seen the show
They’re laughing at you
Sign up with the guild
They’ll clean him,
they’ll understand
And they know in kind
He’s right there to lend a hand
Certainly a lark to pretend
They’re crying with you
All my friends around the room
Insist that i’m insane
For chasing you
All this time that’s spent inside
Sustain decay release
All my friends around the world
Insist that i’m insane
For chasing you
All this time that’s spent inside
To die of exposure
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5. |
Under Summer's Nose
04:30
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Under summer’s nose live hundreds of days
That tangle through your hair
Tunnels trapping every moment’s scents
Time’s vagrants in the air
Sun, beam down and torch the bed where we lay
Come follow me down there
Grapes along a vine
Aged, our passion’s wine
Under summer’s brow the rains may fall
Our blue yard dressed in grey
Breathing in, a treasured gem, as we can
Still conjure kinder days
Can’t you feel the soil warming below?
Xylems intertwine
Insects swarm to dine
Syrup catching flies
Drenched and drunk inside
The rapture flows
Streams converge to one
Before the snow bookends another year
We’ll harvest wealth provided here
Under the season’s falling curtain
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Woke up in the night with a false
sense of dread
It’s so lonely in here, can’t get
Out of my own head
So I peer through the window for
that sweet validation
Mother shine your moonlight in
Cuz my tides need turning
Went out to the restaurant
Had myself a mouthful
The taste wasn’t right, the
servants looking awful
But I’ll swallow it down with a
smile for that sweet validation
Beaming like a proud father’s love
So simple and empty
In a world as it stands
Chipping away at our replica
Tender and unaware we
Stretch our infantile arm
I’m feeling nausea all over the phone
Feeling kinda seasick and alone
Tossing coins into the font
Raindrop down the webbing wire
Hoping this one draws a grin
Cuz the scene here’s feelin' dire
I’m feeling like I’m losing the plot now
Floral in bouquet tied in satin, fraying everywhere
I’m feeling like we already wrote this one
One million times before
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I heard you down corner of Cambridge
Caterwauling ‘bout your latest tristesse
Howlin’ ‘bout the girl of your dreams and how
She left your sorry heart in distress
But to engage with what is real
Instead of what you feel
Might make a man out of you, boy
I don’t need to hear about the girls who brought you down
I’d think twice before you smear her name all over town
Why-y won’t you sing about the boys who broke your heart?
In line like wartime soldiers, you won’t fall apart
Still hearin’ ya cry for your mama
Or maybe you might cry for your dad
Maybe you should cry for your
Love of the bottle instead
But you say it’s not your fault
And to take you with some salt
Guess I’ll laugh right in your face!
I don’t need to hear about the girls who brought you down
I’d think twice before you smear her name all over town
Why-y won’t you sing about the boys who broke your heart?
In line like wartime soldiers, you won’t fall apart
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Monkey's Organ Grinder
03:36
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Wake up today
And time is all I’ve got
With no plan for anything
A year that’s left in disgrace rears an ugly face
Under the water we will
Swim with him
Up in the sky we fly with birds
O little birds!
Your monkey’s organ grinder
We ever gonna find her
Tone’s soon goin’ way outta tune
But they scream “gotta live under one”
Children of god
Covered in fruit punch glue
That’ll stick to everything
The world’s an elegant place, laughing in our face
Under the water we will
Swim with him
Up in the sky we fly with birds
O little birds!
Your monkey’s organ grinder
We ever gonna find her
Tone’s soon goin’ way outta tune
But they scream “gotta live under one”
Going to bed
Under a cloud of smoke that’ll
suture everything
Rack up your lemons and limes,
these are wild times
Your monkey’s organ grinder
We ever gonna find her
Tone’s soon goin’ way outta tune
But they scream “gotta live under one”
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9. |
Man Made Rivers
08:20
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A lessor’s skeleton on display
In a plaza off a dim blue highway
Remember earning your teenaged dime
Under the intercoms whine
Bleeding out white pale digital breath
Amongst the gallery of life and death
Placing objects in a paper bag
Bits for a frivolous spend
Who needs another
Mouth pining for the past
It’s creaking with age
And making a racket here
Who needs another man
Digging rivers for his own
(Who needs another man)
Maybe it’s time to step aside
The pain might disappear if you
Mind your scabs, man
I swear this love wants to learn
Smarts blunted by a foolish heart
But I’m slowly dripping
sand down the shore
At world’s end with these nameless saps
Feels so good to show
Myself to that imbecile
Sandblast the door right off the frame
Three notes should carry
The tune for awhile
And then you're out in the rain
Who needs another
Mouth pining for the past
It’s creaking with age
And making a racket here
Who needs another
Man digging rivers for his own
(Who needs another man)
Maybe it’s time to step aside
The pain might disappear
If you mind the sores
Miles away from shore
Landlocked and benign
Dumb and feeling fine
Sad reflections as I gaze upon
The reservoir of our design
Treatment plants pumping the waste
Straight down the drinking pan
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10. |
Crackers & Coffee
04:01
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Crackers and coffee
An adolescent song
(And then the work day begins)
Haulin ass out to
Where I’ll be all day long
(Where the work day begins)
At the end, reveal the way
Offer up the spoils of our day
Cool marble stairs around the garden
Gather up our clovers one by one
Crackers and coffee
One short blade of grass
(And then the work day begins)
Bead of honeydew
Lightning speed to pass
(And then the work day begins)
At the end, reveal the way
(Factory whistle blows, final cock’s crow)
Offer up the spoils of our day
(Trinkets and doubloons bejeweled by the moon)
Cool marble stairs around the garden
(Deeper than the skin, glad I let you in)
Gather up our clovers one by...
One by one in blocks and rows
Stacks of calendars all blown
Over by a ghastly storm
Pump exhaust out our sacred horns
At the end, reveal the way
(Factory whistle blows, final cock’s crow)
Offer up the spoils of our day
(Trinkets and doubloons bejeweled by the moon)
Cool marble stairs around the garden
(Deeper than the skin, glad I let you in)
Gather up our clovers one by one
Forever when the work day’s done
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Bubblegum Boy
05:33
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There’s no mistake you came in a dream
Worlds fell in line arranging the orbs
Alchemist babies laugh mindlessly
Over a cauldron they oughtn’t own
So clearly we must be to blame
While you gladly set the land aflame
Another day down on the music farm
Sew them seeds every day
Another day thought spent reducing harm
A simpleton with no agency
No direction no trajectory
No intention no liability
Where ya comin from comin from
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Got us under thumb under thumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Always find a way to stretch it out another day
Write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
The old mill town convenes to hold your hand
Across the valley way
Rest on his perch to survey the land
Oh mighty eye so focused down the tube
Knowing how you loathe distraction
We leave you to your mission
Where ya comin from comin from
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Got us under thumb under thumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Always find a way to stretch it out another day
Write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Another life spent underneath his charm
Pay fealty every day
With a throat that’s soft and chest so warm
How could we have it any other way
Will the paperboy ever bring the news
Of a day where we’ll be rid of you
Where ya comin from comin from
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Got us under thumb under thumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Always find a way to stretch it out another day
Just write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
Just write a song to hum ‘til we’re dumb
Bubblegum bubblegum boy
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12. |
10 & 2
04:04
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10 and 2, on the wheel
Head aching from the backseat ride
But a knowing one says
“long since time to take a drive”
Last stop here, my friend
I wish you well for all your life
But I’d be lying
Sayin there’s room for you in mine
I’ll comb these roads
For a love thought lost so long
But I’m good to save it for another day
New senses, new words
The pen bleeds well through
all these times
So I’ll be fine
As I slide on down the rhyme
Spark in the throat
Or an itch to draw the scream
A dumb tongue sings
Crude lines detail crude dreams
But I could just save this for
another friend
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