1. |
A Bigger Picture
03:07
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Run baby run through the trees
To the secret place where we can meet
And be free
Past the krispy kreme where the lonely cops meet
And share their nutty cocoa rings
And dream about a killing spree baby…
I painted a painting of you and me
Hot dog buns and ding dongs on the beach
Let’s be free
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2. |
Ghost Days
02:49
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When we walked
Down the street
Everything seemed so funny
Kids in the creek
Looking for their dog
The strange man
With his crooked walk
And your brother
Ripped us off
Sold us parsley
Said it was pot
We climbed a tree
With a huge rock
Dropped it down
And smashed his car
Ghost days all around me now
And the loner kid
On his bike
Wouldn’t say a word
But he knew
Everyone is just a fool
he built a tunnel
in his room
ghost days are all around me now
behind the water towers
on the hill behind the town
and when I lit your cigarette
and felt your hair touch my hand
and in your eyes
something only we can understand
about ghost days
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contact the dead
the pigenon shitted sign said
rain had painted streaks down to cement
I entered in, it smelled like cosmic hustle
Cat piss and incense.
“do you want to talk to the dead?
Or maybe a long lost friend?
No pressure she said”
No pressure
Her eyes rolled back,
Back in her head
Visions of Hollywood dreams and
Boogieman schemes
And yet here I am
Ancient yearnings for ancestral threads
I’m so easily led
I believe everything that’s said
Careful what you tell me
No pressure
And even if my friend does appear
What then?
What s it like wherever you went
Is their love or is their hate?
is there pain or was there pleasure
or is there just no pressure?
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4. |
Searchin
02:16
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I’ve always been a searcher
Searchin
Maybe I found a thing or two
But not a clue
Always searchin
Always searchin
Searchin for something
Searchin for shadows
On a desert roof
Searchin inside my heart
For what I want to do
Always searchin
Always searchin
Searchin, for something
And if I find , and if I find, and if I find
What I’m searchin for
I’ll be a searcher ,
That has found something before
But still searches
For somethin more
Always searchin, searching for something
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someday I’d like to be an artist and give myself away
write in my notebook in my bed and listen to the rain
think about the way things could be
and how things really are
wake up from my dreamin with a work of art in my arms
give myself away, give myself away, give myself away,
everyday…
someday I’d like to be an artist and give myself away
sit at the bar and talk to the other artists all about art
talk about the world and know that it all falls apart
give myself away, give myself away, give myself away
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Hairdressers from heaven
Help me to make sense of myself again
Lower my head with your gentle touch
I need it so much
Watch me as I fall through the air
Like hair onto the checkerboard floor
And don’t let me die
Don’t let me die my own hair
Just help me to find
My natural high lights again
And catch me as I fall through the air like hair onto the checkerboard floor
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oh the waves feel good on my sunburned face
but how I’ve drifted so far from the shore
take a hard look down the long corridor
and the walls are made of tin
and theirs holes in the floor
the roof is cavin in for sure
take a hard look down the long corridor
take a hard look down the long corridor
I’m standin naked in the corner store
My head is full and there’s so much more
take a hard look down the long corridor
I’m digging tunnels to the room next door
So you can’t find me no more
take a hard look down the long corridor
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8. |
Man Without a Past
02:41
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9. |
Drug Lake
05:18
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I stole some shoes from the rich mans bed
I took his car and wig from his head
I took them down to drug lake
Threw them in the water and the fish began to prey
Now I don’t know fish and I don’t mean to pry
But why do you prey to this hook and this line
The fish looked up, looked me in the eyes
Said I dunno man, because heavy times
Heavy times at drug lake
I need your love
Because heavy times
The nitro astro boogieman from space
Vaporized me and all the human race
Now theres worms in the street
And in the subways
Worms with berets and cloves in cafes
Now I don’t know worms and I don’t mean to pry
But why do you build cathedrals to the sky
The worm looked at me , looked me in the eyes
Said I dunno , because heavy times
Heavy times at drug lake
I need your love
Because heavy times
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