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A Trick Of The Eye
02:37
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A TRICK OF THE EYE
Without a plan, best laid by mice or men, understand the trick of the eye.
Now you take a look, you're looking back, and I look right through the mirror's crack. Oh it's fools my eye, oh it's a trick of the eye, a trick of the eye, it's a trick of the eye.
Skies are clearing out underneath, if you are mirror I'm not too deep, I'm not too too deep, a trick of the eye, now you take a look you're looking back and I look right through the mirror's crack oh it tricks the eye, a trick of the eye.
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Palm Sunday Surfin'
03:08
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PALM SUNDAY SURFIN'
Love is untruths, love is desire, let's take our untruths and set them on fire, hold out your hand, grab your board, and feel the glow, Palm Sunday Surfin'.
I'll never change, I'll always call, every birthday a card and a ball, so hold our your hands, grab your board, why would I lie? Palm Sunday Surfin'.
I am the best, that's what you said, I am the only one begin to end, we can still be friends, love never ends, so grab your board, Palm Sunday Surfin'.
We held each other cos we were lovers, we had no sense of the depths of our druthers, we needed each other for a time, so grab your board, Palm Sunday Surfin'.
We told each other cos we were lovers, everything lies to get what it wants, I got my satisfy, you got all my wallet cards, I'll called it a wash I'm the head of a pin, it's a tie cos in love you can never win, so grab your board, Palm Sunday Surfin', Love is untrue, that's why we're hurtin'.
I would love to be just as efficient as those who neglect to act on their dreams and visions, but daydreams they take me away, you reach me on some other plane, always dreaming, my brain's always on tour, longing and regretting anywhere, existing everywhere but here now, so grab your board, Palm Sunday Surfin'.
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Fences
03:20
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FENCES
Fences and structures, alleys that end and die, flourish of trumpets, beat drum with colours fly.
Block the path, meaning mesmerized, one step two step, just do it, just do it, a peacock's pride.
Have too high opinion of I, one step two step, just do it, just do it, take to the sky.
Can I just get it right? Not just silence. Disconnected joints, ambulance sirens, underneath the staircase skunks and raccoons wordlessly spoken ambulance sirens.
Always destruction, we've rushed in, we're wasting time in ended time,
Always destruction, we've rushed in, fools to fire, time,
This is instructive, alleys lost overwise things that end and die, look at you and I, to talents blind, written line improvised,. alley that end and die, blocked path, fools to fire, time.
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Mona Transcona
02:51
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MONA TRANSCONA
No friend by choice but fierce when loyalty's hold for those she calls her dogs her spirit's brave and bold where shadows creep and darkness starts to claim hold she stands upright beneath Transcona streetlights,
Dances on streets of salt throwing clouds of frost into the air fleeting vibrant a spaced out street scene by the Transcona junkyards beyond compare.
Mona Transcona, Mona Transcona, where did she come from why's she not going?
A mystery unfolds in whispers softly blown. I wouldn't come as a friend but if the bottom fell in I'll hold your damn hand until the very end. We may not last forever, our light may fade my friend, but at least while it burned it showed us a way:
She came from the heart of the prairies the city bathed in golden light Mona from Transcona secrets held tight walked a different path than any on the road, her spirit as vast as the fields you call home,
Transcona whispers tales of Mona's restless mind, secrets on the breeze, stories yet to find, across the endless seas her spirit seems to roam leaving seeds of wonder wherever she calls home,
The city stark and cold with longing in its eyes yearns to escape unseen beneath the endless skies untaxed by passing years and unattached in eternity though lost within a dance the stranger on the floor in foreign linen plays and Mona leaves them wanting more, Those words like hiddens deep a language I don't know, Transcona walks I take and every heart's aglow Mona Transcona,
Mona Transcona where did she come from and why's she not going? A mystery unfolds, the whisper softly blown, a soil that's set to roll where I can feel something inside, a world within my mind where dreams and stars reside and I find my place within one step at a time but maybe someday soon I'll learn a hidden rhyme.
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Watch For Eagles
03:45
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WATCH FOR EAGLES
Sucked on a pipe and I started thinking, that must be when I started drinking, as grants came in and then wore thin, I was depending on my needy needs, watched the rushes billowing back and forth, the sway of reeds, but one leaf pushed against the rest, that was you, and I knew it, from the start, that you would take my hand and we would look for eagles soaring overhead, watch for eagles.
Overhead and under stars, precipice where we look far, pull our beaks into our chins, gaze and start to wandering, pout for baubles that we need, not to be but to not be.
Like tumbleweeds where once were fish, or heap of soil where once was ditch, we take our omens freely in the sin we both came in with with the best of intentions, watch for eagles, watch for eagles, watch for eagles.
I'd lost track of which of your pets were sick, recovered, or'd gone dead. Foot to mouth is my disease, my virtue signal disaster please, but it did please you just to know that I might still be waiting here alone, it pleased me too to know you watched for eagles.
Halcyon uplifting days, wind in updraft wings for days, hold them out and you might fly, who's to say? You've never tried to be an eagle, watch for eagles.
A clear blue sky and someday you and I would join hands watch out for eagles of love.
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A Tough Day At The Top
03:30
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A TOUGH DAY AT THE TOP
Streetlights flicker, shadows creep along the desolated street, no-one understands the state we're in, no-one understands but me.
Punks and freaks in leathers shine, another time, a world divine,
Punks and freaks in leathers shine, another time, a world divine,
He said "Call me Kengingtone, gonna double your rent, renovict, and move you on. It will all soon be forgotten."
It's a tough day, a tough day at the top, the whole room you could hear a pin drop. A tough day at the top for the man.
The good news we fired a president, the bad news is now we got two of them, and they're not right in the head, the world pop! A tough day at the top.
So tell me narrator, I whisper low, is the elMo still where the wild things go? A flicker of sadness crosses his face, worn to creases by time's embrace.
Punks and freaks in leathers shine, another time, a world divine,
Punks and freaks in leathers shine, another time, a world divine,
Milk crates at the Bagel, drum shell at the Laundromat.
It's a tough day, a tough day at the top. We found a hard way to make a penny drop. A tough day at the top for the man.
We got a black pope, we got a white pope, we got poison we got an antidote, we got a good cop, we got a bad cop, well who cares? You still got yourself shot.
So tell me narrator, I whisper low, does the elMo still stand where I go? A flicker of sadness crosses his face, a cigarette butt stepped on by boots of disgrace. "Took it to market! Took it to market! You're not even worth it! You take up our air! Taxpayer! Rateslayer!"
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Oski Yell
03:30
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OSKI YELL
I got trouble in my way it's trouble I can tell, got a lot of reasons for to get an Oski Yell. Never been to California never been to sea, I'm sitting in my place I let the eagles come to me!
I've never been to California, I've never been to the sea, I've never pet at the San Diego zoo, or done that yell they do at Berkeley.
I got something in my head that I can barely see, it's an image of a tree I'm sitting under off at Berkeley and an eagle shits as I look up it hits my face, I was vegan 'til today I'll have to start again.
I've never seen the tree in death valley or swam in Lake Tahoe where all the beautiful Aitkins people go, no carbos on the coast.
I want an eagle view, see what I see in you, the bowl of angels, the smog of saints
Angels in Franciscans browning Sacramental bread, shaped just like Orion but's got real stars instead! Calicalicalifornia tongue's out of my head, gone as far stick it west without me being dead.
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LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD
Let's get this show on the road, Let's get this show on the road, Let's get this show on the road, let's get this show on the road, let's make this popsicle stand, let's make this prog kiss a toad, let's make the prince be a man,
Let's get this show on the road, Let's get this show on the road, Let's get this show on the road, let's get this bird in the hand, let's say the chaos was planned, let's take dame fate by the hand, let's get this production panned,
Cos on one hand I can count when I got the steed to mount and bolt to where I wanted tit to go and get the show on the road.
Let's get all the train on the track, let's make Dick Nixon a star and let's never speak of it again, cos it never goes as planned, cos that's part of the plan!
Let's get this show on the road, Let's get this show on the road, Let's get this show on the road, let's get the train on the track and never look back, let's make Dick Nixon a star and shoot a rocket to Mars and never speak of it again, cos it never goes as planned, cos that's a part of the plan!
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Frogmen Of The Mind
02:42
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FROGMEN OF THE MIND
Welcome to our time, the lily and e-coli, the product of irrigative efficiencies, to the moon and back home.
To the moon and back home, and we don't know every neighbour, but here's betting they don't know each other neither.
Lilies for the frogmen from the mind, men to mind the fog to welcome, beat the need in, mine icon, frogmen of the mind, Madison's Avenues, testing inclination, not required but appreciated.
Lilies, 0157H7, product of irrigating efficiency. To think we chart the course to the moon and back home, the spots in the middle go missing, and we don't know when they've gone.
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Low Tide
04:22
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LOW TIDE
Low tide, Hugh got this idea down today, space leads all over the map, hey hey! But I opened up my mouth and found I had nothing to say so I just flipped it like Tony Fernandez did when he was turning a double play. Well no-one's ever prayed for me before, it's freaking me out. Not to act cynical but is it reciprocal?
Low tide, you're sinking into the low ebb where the sun died and the witches grabbed me from behind, pulled me back on in, the soil covers my eyes, makes the trees sprout, makes the air clear cloud. Well no-one's ever prayed for me before, it's kind of freaking me out. Not to sound cynical but is it reciprocal? I've woken up to the snow on the yard just three times so far, an unsatisfying winter under the Sirius star.
Low tide, yeah it's all right guy, pre-planned them all, with me I'm carrying on by myself but I don't think it comes as any surprise that's me in the ditch. Well son of a gun, it's me got me into it!
Low tide, low tide, low tide.
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