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Waltz for Noah's Ark
01:57
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Let’s be languid while the bombs are dropping
Let’s be kissing while the world’s all burning
Let’s hit snooze on the world’s end clock
Nap away the last day and ride the wave till we’re saved
But there’s no one waiting for us on those shores
There’s no one knocking for us on the wood of Heaven's door
So let’s all be dystopian nation basics
So we can all drink until we are nuclear wasted
Let’s leave a bread crumb trail of goodly deeds hoping that
Salvation will find its way back to me
Feed a man a fish and he will choke upon a bone
Teach a man to fish and he will drown before he can get home
Cause no matter what we do, we go it alone
We go it alone
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2. |
Pile O' Mud
05:03
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Oooh, it’s a sunny day out here....
It’s a good day for getting our faces so goddamn dirty
There is muddy water for everyone to drink and feel the power
Getting down and dirty in the blood of the swamp
We’re going down to the river for the muddy water romp
Don’t pretend you didn’t know what it was
We’re getting up to our eyeballs when we roll in the mud
Hey - grab that wheelbarrow, honey
I’m always in need of someone strong
To help move these big piles of mud with me
Hey - you wanna grab that shovel?
You wanna bring it on over to the mud?
You wanna push the canoe through the mud?
You wanna sit in the canoe in the mud?
You wanna sit in the canoe and say ‘Hey, this isn’t water! This is mud!’
Getting down and dirty in the blood of the swamp
We’re going down to the river for the muddy water romp
Don’t pretend you didn’t know what it was
We’re getting up to our eyeballs when we roll in the mud
I say we bathe in mud
I say we dig the mud
I say we love the mud
I say we live the mud
I say we eat the mud
I say we drink the mud
I say we be the mud
I say we be the mud
She says ‘Hey! I can’t make lemonade with this
This is some muddy fuckin' water
That came from honest to god mud from a swamp
Where did you even get mud in these parts?’
And I says ‘Listen lady,
We’re in the muddy part of town;
We live in mud; we got mud for days;
Mud even for a glass of muddyade.
Getting down and dirty in the blood of the swamp
We’re going down to the river for the muddy water romp
Don’t pretend you didn’t know what it was
We’re getting up to our eyeballs when we roll in the mud
Pile of mud!
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Our lives together sing about a pilgrimage in stained glass
Our gravestones sipping tea as the long years fail to pass
We sail together like we’re on a marionette string
The only thing we’re missing is a summer palace after the spring
We’ll live in peacock feathers
Until the judgement day
When our clothes will be stripped away
But our crowns will remain
We grow a garden sweeter than a passion fruit lemonade
Hopscotching through the chapters of the storybook promenade
Living on wedding cake and glasses of champagne
We won’t grow silver if we rule the golden age
We’ll live in peacock feathers
Until the judgement day
When our clothes will be stripped away
But our crowns will remain
Until our ship sets sail
We rule the golden age
Until our ship sets sail
We rule the golden age
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4. |
Mt. Osho
04:45
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Oh misery might love company
But not me, no how, no way
Just give me a windowsill all by myself
To watch the falling rain
I’d rather spend a lifetime
Drifting upon the oceans waves
Then be buffeted by the winds of someone else’s fate
If I could live upon the tides
They’d all have theirs and I’d have mine
If I were a flower alone on the sea
No one could pull my pedals out just to ask me if
He loves me or
He loves me not
She loves me or
She loves me not
Oh honesty’s a good policy
But not when you’re lying on your back
You're drinking drinks to kill time
When you should just face the facts
That your heart will always be too heavy
For someone else’s raft
And you’re the only one who can lift your chin up, reach your boot straps
Find yourself upon the vast lonesome map
But until then
If I could live upon the tides
They’d all have theirs and I’d have mine
If I were a flower alone on the sea
No one could pull my pedals out just to ask me if
He loves me or
He loves me not
She loves me or
She loves me not
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This city is forsaken my dear
And if you want to know why
Look towards the sky
under the Orlaj
Right when the clock strikes nine
There’s not enough holy water in the holy sea
To wash these streets
And the bells are tolling
As the church’s angels sleep
For this is not a world inherited by the meek
Through restless dreams of ancient things
Eating both wolves and sheep, the heroes and the weak
As the red clouds roll overhead
The city of the living dead
Be sure to bring a map
If you return to those strange back roads
Don’t look behind
Or you might find
A shadow of a different kind
But through the myths and the evening mist
You'll forget your lovers kiss, forget your earthly bliss
As the red clouds roll overhead
The city of the living dead
They all sing hallelujah
As they pray for you
Forgive them, my sinner
They know not what they do
As the red clouds roll overhead
The city of the living dead
Raining blasphemy
And cursing the Holy See
The rapture will never come
For those of us with serpent tongues
As the red clouds roll overhead
The city of the grieving dead
Welcome to the city of the living dead
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6. |
Monastery Blues
03:58
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Another day
Another enlightenment
Another warning
Not to screw this up again
Everyone here is a prince of god, yeah
Everyone here has their third eye open, uh huh
Everyone here is just bursting with transcendental goodwill among men
Yeah well I’m just bursting with boredom as we hum these hymns a thousand times
I swear I can feel my eyeballs melting as we repeat these mantras morning noon and night
Getting dirty sneers for my midnight prayers said with Captain Morgan reeking on my breath
At least he’s steering me towards a friendlier sea
But the idea of spending eternity in Angkor Wat with these angry wasps makes me think I should’ve stayed home and started a band
So you can ditch the pleasures of the flesh
I can take them with me
Cause now the pleasures of the rest
Leave me feeling like a Hebrew slave at the bottom level of a pyramid scheme
With no lonely Moses to be found
Just rows upon rows of pharaohs with buzz cuts
Pointing me towards another
Another day
Another enlightenment
Another warning
That this is my last chance
Twenty more years at this rate and I’ll be ready to rot
So when they find me wasted on the temple steps
Screaming gibberish at the legions of worshippers
Don’t be alarmed or happy for me
Because I'm not having an epiphany
and I won't be having any more soon
I've got the monastery blues
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His eyes so big they reflect the Milky Way
Such a far out babe to fall from outer space
He’s an oh so special extraterrestrial
He’s an interstellar star of the stereo
Leavin' me moonstruck
Losin' my senses
I’m all out
Of chances to keep my feet grounded
Cause I am so starry eyed and hypnotized by this charismatic cosmic guy
He’s got tales from the ether and gifts from far galaxies
He’s got passion as vast as the secrets of the seven seas
We’ll eat lunch and supper inside his UFO
And kiss on the lonely hills of old abandoned Pluto
Leavin' me moonstruck
Losin' my senses
I’m all out
Of chances to keep my feet grounded
Cause I am so starry eyed and hypnotized by this charismatic cosmic guy
He’s got me sleepin' in stardust
And swearing by Venus
Our planetary princess
of love, love, love
After taking his hand, the earth fell away without a trace of my remorse to marr the velvet of space
We visited pastel planets, and solar storms, wormhole highways and asteroid resorts
We honeymooned on the far side of the moon after he proposed with a ring of Saturn
So to your God's gray earth with all its dismal war, I will not likely ever return
We broadcast all our favorite hits to star gazers far and near
And he even let me leave a lipstick smear on Haley’s comet before it disappeared around the helisphere
We have so much space to roam, my music astronaut and i
So we can boogie through the final frontier until the day we die
Singing moon la la la
Moon la la la
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8. |
Disagree With You
03:11
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You'd rather not get out of bed
Just sleep away the rest of the day
You’d rather walk down to the park
And roll through the grass to see just how fast you can go
You’d rather order food from home
Watch some TV, pour yourself a drink
You’d rather go out on the town
Hang out with your friends till it’s light again
But despite everything we do
I’ll still always love to disagree with you
You’ll want to paint the house bright blue
Even though you know I prefer yellow
You’ll always hog the quilt at night
Till I’m left with the sheets curled up for heat
You’ll end up eating the same meals
Cause we’re too tired to cook, we’d rather just look in the pantry
You’ll start to lose all your hair
But I’ll still think you’re cute in your velvet suit
But despite everything we do
I’ll still always love to disagree with you
Yeah despite all that we’ve been through
I still want to spend the rest of my life with you
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9. |
Pissing in the Sink
05:00
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It’s the little things you do when no one's looking
That endear me to your personality
I've heard them say that love can stagnate over time
But they must not have seen you do the things that I have seen
Every day is like I’m learning a new secret
A private picture show that you don’t even mean to give
It’s like I walk into the bathroom or the kitchen or the yard
And rub my eyes when I just watch you live
You know you look so good
That I stop and stare
When I see you just don’t care what no one thinks
I saw you pissin' in the sink
I saw you drinking orange juice right from the jug
I saw you driving with your knees
I saw you rubbing one out right there on the rug
I saw you buying Hennessey
I saw you drinking by yourself on Tuesday night
Then you caught my eye and shot me such a saucy wink
When I saw you pissing in the sink
Sure, you’re real polite in public
When you’re in your Sunday best
And you fit right in with high society
And I love to see you when you go and talk your fancy talk
About politics and foreign policy
These suits don’t ever see you stick your tongue out
They probably see you as a fine lady
But when I take you home and I get you all alone
There’s a side of you that I’ve been waiting to see
When the heels come off
And the drinks come out
If the snobs could see you now, they’d faint and shout
When I saw you pissin' in the sink
I saw you drinking orange juice right from the jug
I saw you driving with your knees
I saw you rubbing one out right there on the rug
I saw you buying Hennessey
I saw you drinking by yourself on Tuesday night
Then you caught my eye and shot me such a saucy wink
When I saw you pissing in the sink
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10. |
Curtain Call
03:22
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Before you kiss me, you should kiss the sky
The earth and all its creatures too, there's one hundred reasons why
In the ocean they have seen your face
And heralded your coming from miles away
Lots of people come and stop and stare
It's plain to me to see that I'm the last one here
Everyone has gathered on the shore
To call your name out and celebrate your birth
You're the last one standing
The purest on this earth
Your coming was predicted
It's the greatest mystery I know
Why you should go
When you could stay right here
What's out there waiting for us doesn't have to get clear
We can keep it a secret from everyone that we know
If you only tell me so
And the trees will keep our secrets
And the moon will shine on them
No one has to see what we do
When we go in the earth
No one has to see what we become
Because we join with the rocks and soil
The only thing we go to return to
We go together
And I see in your face that the sky is turning
It's pressing down on me
The sun is setting on us now
We might as well make our peace with everything around us
While we have the chance
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