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Parked Overnight
00:41
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Parked overnight
Moonlit sky
Curl into me, little caterpillar
Flying through
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Six Beams
01:46
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Paintings, portraits hanging on the wall
Whisper secrets to her across the hall
Celebrate with Linda in the bath
Where were you now, I’m afraid to ask
Call me crazy, I don’t know your name
You told me one time, now I’ll be on my way
Hope that you will remember my name
If you don’t, I don’t know what I will say
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Hello nightmare, never pictured you this bright, o’er tonight
Hello nightmare, the picture you described, it’s all mine
Don’t wake me up, ‘cause I don’t sleep anymore
My mind made up, I won’t sleep anymore
Hello daydream, never thought you were this dull, bought and sold
Hello daydream, never thought it was my fault, but it’s not anyone’s but my own
Don’t wake me up, ‘cause I don’t sleep anymore
My mind made up, I won’t sleep anymore
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Sticky Pollen
02:54
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Park the car and let’s roam outside
We could be doing something
Instead we’re selling nothing
Park your mind and let’s take some time
Rummaging through the fields
Picking up sticky pollen
Scratching your head, have you been misled?
Contemplating, are you partaking?
Scratching your head, have you been misled?
Contemplating, are you partaking in the ceremony?
Pick it up, we gotta make the mark
Gonna get a move on
We’ve been waiting so long
You are the source of something
Couldn’t be someone else
Scratching your head, have you been misled?
Contemplating, are you partaking?
Scratching your head, have you been misled?
Contemplating, are you partaking in the ceremony?
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5. |
Interlute
02:41
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6. |
Hopscotch in the Rain
04:01
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Hopscotch in the rain
The rain will wash away all the colored bits of chalk we scribbled on the sidewalk
And though those days are gone
They still sing along in their own parade
Scamper down the street
Marching to a cool beat
Counting down the days
Scratching tally marks in your bedpost
Throw off all the sheets
Those things I don’t need in my own parade
Waiting for the sunshine summer brings
After ‘bout a month, reunite the bunch
Come back, we’ve only three hours
To put together something that we call our own
You know where to find us
We’re in the garage, playing, writing songs
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The Ocean
04:01
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Under your tongue, your mind is snug
Tucked in the same covers
Under the stone, coral and bone seep into the ocean
Dancing around cycles of sun
Temperature rising
Quarter to none
I’m saving some change if I can
I will
Past the grove where redwoods grow
In my pocket
I’ve a locket I’m keeping close to my chest
Culture is some son of a gun
Use it to transmogrify my vision
Calculation
Over the top
Watch me conquer the land
Dust into sand
But the water’s so warm in the ocean
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8. |
Internude
01:45
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9. |
Eight Months
04:53
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Talking on the phone again
She can’t come here
If I jump the gun again
She won’t come near my personal sphere
Something’s stuck in my eye!
I don’t mind, pay no mind
Eight month’s time, two thirds east, then you’re there
Don’t be scared
You where to find us back at home, punch the code
We’re in the garage, playing, writing songs
We may be strangers, but that’s okay
My mother used to say
I’ve a gift in those ways
Shimmering cup waiting for us
Relatively unknown
Past the grove where redwoods grown
Far away from farms and gnomes
There exists a parchment tome
Recites to use a pleasant tone
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The Scales
07:02
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Spine covered in snow
Wandering on my own through the reeds
Tall grass to my knees
Slithering, what could be under my nose?
I can’t breathe
It’s constricting me
The scales made me believe
I had to silence me
Doubt weighs down my feet
Though I try, no one will listen to me
Imagination runs free
Tie it up for the sake of humanity
I can’t breathe
It’s constricting me
The scales made me believe
I had to silence me
Part of me is separate
Disconnected and incessantly looking out a glass tower
Hope it won’t melt or shatter
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Swordfish
06:47
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Swordfish, last wish
Your flesh I really miss
And I won’t cry another lonely night
Your voice, my choice
Six tones and the final visit
The final one
Believe me we would if we could, so we should go to the moon
If they fall prey, we can escape where we’re living
Four chunks of hourglass was too much for us to handle
The final handle
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The Soup Boys Davis, California
Crazy music Boys making some psych-jazz, garage-folk, slime-rock, etc.
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