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Holes
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Time, all the long red lines, that take
Control, of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr
Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be
Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born
Between, oh the two white lines, distant gods an' faded
Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had t' pick the one tonite...
Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come t' you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me
Cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished
Stones, of all the stones i throw, how does that ol' song go
how does that ol' song go...
Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right.
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05:56 |
192 |
8,14 |
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Tonite It Shows
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Into a dream, i took a turn, an' promised t' return
the way we were, the way we met, the way i lit yr cigarette
the way it trailed, into a stream, an' lay down between...
You had t' choose, a side t' love, an' divide yerself in two
the way you were, long before, you were a walkin' civil war
But you forget, where the road goes, an' tonite it shows...
Into yr soul, i tried t' climb, but found the hole t' high
For me t' leave, the way i'd learned, an' found i couldn't turn
the way the trees, an' fallin' rain, remind me in a way...
the way you were, the day we met, the way i lit your cigarette
the way it changed, into a strange, cole porter phrase
But you forget, how the song goes, an' tonite it shows...
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03:39 |
192 |
5,03 |
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Endlessly
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Standing in a dream, weaving thru' the
crowded streets leaving you again endlessly
The choir disappears, an' voices in yr
heard appear leading you again endlessly
If th' armies of her soul, take you by
surprise an' flee leaving you again endlessly
An th' darkships of her eyes surrender
t' you suddenly leading you again endlessly
Standing in a street, th' line beneath
th' fallin' leaves leading her again endlessly
An' of all th' stars above, only one
reminds her of leaving you again endlessly
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04:25 |
192 |
6,06 |
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I Collect Coins
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01:27 |
192 |
2,00 |
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Opus 40
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Well she tossed all night like a raging sea
Woke up inclined from the suicide machine
With her spanish candles and her persian bones
Stuck on the rocks inside Opus 40 stoned
And scratching her wrists in the pouring rain
She collapses down upon the ocean floor again
Tears in waves, minds on fire
Nights alone by your side
Catskill mansions, buried dreams
I'm alive she cried but I don't know what it means
But somewhere out there across the moonlit sands
There's a line drawn like the lines on her own hand
And slamming her eyes, locking the door
She collapses down upon the ocean floor again
Tears in waves, minds on fire
Nights alone by your side
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05:11 |
192 |
7,11 |
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Hudson Line
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Y'don't need much money t' ride th' silver train
Just enough t' keep yerself from sleepin' in th' rain
Satellites 'r chasin' silver clouds away an'
Technicolor raindrops wash gumballs down th' drain
Gonna leave th' city, gonna hop a train tonite
Gotta one-way ticket an' th' moon is shinin' brite
Gonna leave th' city, gonna catch th' hudson line
Cos y'know i love th' city, but i haven't got th' time
Satellites 'r chasin' th' silver clouds away
Mercury's a' fallin' yeah who forgot t' pray
Silver trains will whistle an' glisten by th' moon
Molly's got her kite and joe has his balloons
Satellites 'r chasin' silver clouds away
I'm stuck on th' tracks t' sleep away th' day
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02:53 |
192 |
3,98 |
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The Happy End(The Drunk Room)
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02:06 |
192 |
2,88 |
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Godess On A Highway
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03:45 |
192 |
5,15 |
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The Funny Bird
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Well goodbye southern spy
I've come t' love you in th' lite
always starin' in th' Void
have yr etes all been destroyed
all these diggin' little hands
of all the stones that never had
yr the only one I know...
An' farewell gold'n ring
oh you hollow little thing
like a wave along th' coast
I've come t'love th' hi's and lows
when in th' end yr just a band
a funny bird that never lands
an' yr th' only one I know...
Farewell gold'n sound
no one wants to hear you now
an' of all th' happy ends
I wouldn't wish this on a friend
but yr th' only one I know
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05:51 |
192 |
8,04 |
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10 |
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Pick Up IF You're There
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03:06 |
192 |
4,25 |
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11 |
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Delta Sun Bottleneck Stomp
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Sea t' corporal sea atlantic's too specific
haven't time t'settle sharks infest th' water
kickin' up th' dust constructin' new ideals
old ones laid t' rust nothin' seems so real
Slidin' away in a washed out delta sun
Missionaries flood my favorite AM stations
flowing in their futures washed out in this delta rag
look th' other way pocket all th' pieces
tripping up th' strawhat tumble inta th' wind
Slidin' away in washed out delta sun
Slidin' away in washed out delta sun
Wavin' goodbye I'm not sayin' hello
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06:16 |
192 |
8,62 |
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Bonus Track
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00:04 |
192 |
0,12 |
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