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St. Mary of the Angels
03:38
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Old Crusty he's a sleep and old Grumbles he's a keeping
the kitchen orderly, with no help or thanks to me, you know
Lily, she's a sweety, Francisco he's completely
a megalomaniac but that's better than a heart attack.
And Oh St. Mary, what will you do?
Your babies is crazies and maybe they're out serving you.
From Florida to Franklin and St. Claude to Poland
they're rippin out our guts, you never know who to trust
Old Val, he's buildin doors and young Val, he's doing chores
with his flatbed pickup truck and non of us is making bucks
and Oh St. Mary, what will you do?
Your babies is crazies and maybe they're out serving you.
Kirsten's in the closet taking them droplets
of Kombucha and EM, it's not proven but we won't tell them
Liz and Lani are in the bike shop while I learn to pick locks
with Zeke from Bellingham. I think I just heard someone say
That Sam, he's on the front steps he's smoking them cigarettes
with Glenn, and Tim, and Jake, and Gabe but not Casey or Renee
Cause they don't fly that way
and Oh St. Mary what will you do?
Your babies is crazies and maybe they're out servin you.
Well Bill's on the front steps, he's smoking crack his pants are wet
Then Jake rolls up theres no secrets he looks at Bill and says No Bullshit!
Now someone's on a bicycle they may have been shot in tht skull
Call Alec or Eric or someone to get medical
But wait now Ivan stole the van and girl Mac she's got a plan
to get Miss Elizabeth on the rooftop!
old Arthur, he's the sweetest man, selling sodas by the can.
He Holds a cane in one hand, in the middle of a gymnasium.
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2. |
Tinsel Town
03:28
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Elevators, Escalators, Sidewalks.
Transylvanian elevations, raindrops, busstops.
Spy evasion, face salvation, tick tock, tick tock
Retinal lasers, nomenclature, lips, hot tea pot
The sky has turned into a fan
A piece of tinsel in every hand
Fire escapes, old alley ways, and rumbles, crumbles
Painter's ladder, spotted matter, wheezy grumbles
Pussy cats and doorbell mats erupt subliminal
Pathogens, they'll enter in and grant habitual
The sky has turned into a fan
A piece of tinsel in every hand
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3. |
Flying
06:07
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Walking, you're walking. Did you notice you're not talking.
Tell me what you want and I'll give it my all.
Did you know that you're alright?
I'm here with you tonight
Did you know it all along
or here it in a song?
Tip-toe and move slow and how the moon's low
Baby steps still get you there, as fashion comes late.
Biking you might be biking or maybe you're even driving.
Either way the wheels go steadily along.
Flying, you're flying, it's easy so don't start crying.
I'll tell you why cause angels also fly and they're keeping you safe
Did you know that changes come?
And some are left undone
Did you know that I'm your friend
And I'll be there in the end
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4. |
Carpet Serenade
01:44
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Letters and Cubes
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I've thrown away everything, I left all my old friends
For empty rooms with high ceilings and an inflatable bed
One more lover came and went again, you'd think I'd learn that time
What goes around comes around, they've beating hearts like mine
But Love is a precious wrecking ball from hell
IWell hell, I guess I'll be on my way
I've carried fortunes round this land forgetting where I'd been
Through endless nights and endless fights surely they are my friends
Day by day I didn't know but my luck was running out
My luscious garden of escapades surely would reach a drought
Cause love is a precious wrecking ball from hellIt's the fog that burns away with the first light of day
Well hell, I guess I'll be on my way
Well hell I guess I'll be on my way
Well hell I guess I'll be on your way
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6. |
Mary Madeleine
03:37
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Mary Madeleine, the Beach is always in heat
And I am waiting to cry
I always hold the keys while I am asleep
and I am waiting to die
You can only stop here if you take your chains off
And leave them by the side of the road
Only then will you understand your own freedom
Baby are you ready to go?
I always hold the keys while I am asleep
And I am waiting to die
If I leave you here tonight, alone with moonlight
Would you hold it against me?
I'd meet you one fine day, in the late of may
that is, if you are free.
You can only stop here if you take your chains off
And leave them by the side of the road
Only then will you understand your own freedom
Baby are you ready to go?
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7. |
Melodrama
04:54
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DIY Dentistry
02:22
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The skin on my teeth, it's feeling mighty weak, it's not quite baleen and I think it's scalene, do you know what I mean? Cause I can't stop eating plankton and hard candy and I'm bleeding
Well I'm in so much pain give me some novacaine or a spacebag of wine cause you know it'll do the same thing. From feral to tame, I'm sedated in my brain and the sutures are contained for now.
Well rip out all my chains and we'll feel the same and swallow all my teeth and we'll see what's underneath. And I'll chew on your thumbs with what's left of my gums and we can have a party in my mouth.
Welcome to the slums that are my gums and we'll enter the blender and I'll wear suspenders and you can remember how we dismembered my mouth for the sake of your fun.
Like Christmas on a tinsel tree or braces on a friend of the or an enema on an enemy or butter on your bread! Like oil on your engine-y or children from your progeny. It's our own downtown upside down frown DIY Dentistry.
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9. |
We Will Dance
04:18
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Be careful if you're ever thinking about coming back
Cause you'll never come back from anywhere after that
Like a piece of paper and a pen with which I scratch
We'll either burn together or live forever in White and Black
White and Black.
Infantile Danger, taste your tail until your bones are bent
Damage, love your mother well, with fierce commitment
Dumpster, hold on tight, one day we will reunite
And Families in emergencies will sing late into the night
Into the Night.
Your rosy cheeks on the chopping block beg boyscouts to arouse
Some colored knives and willing eyes to prepare the old dollhouse
Black tar and your graveyard jaw will make a fine romance
I'll kidnap you and your little shoes and over bodies we will dance.
We will dance.
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10. |
Top of the World
04:40
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You don’t need no friends or oxygen, waste not want not and learn to give in,
In the land of the home and brave of the knee, take me for granted and teach me disease.
Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies, sometimes I wonder how we made it this high
Let chatter run rampant, stockpile the codes, and no one will notice your electoral nodes
Our pale papyrus, an impotent syringe, heaven forbid we live in our skin
Oh beautiful for spacious skies, and sometimes I wonder how we made I made it this high
See now a ghost taking off his toupee, begging for matches and you can hear him say
give me your papers, forget about the earl, for all is well at the top of the world
Welcome my friends to the top of the world
Where buildings are slaughtered and the streets are filled with pearls
Be careful if you breathe for the air that you suck in
Is stained with elaboration and the curses of the wind
Oh beautiful for spacious skies I wonder sometimes how we made it this high
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11. |
Midnight/Midlight
05:21
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There there my child.
Soon you'll be sleeping.
Cry out your eyes.
No need for seeing.
Can't you here the sound?
The world is spinning round
Midnight soon Midlight
Sunshine is Starlight.
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