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Tulip Bomb
05:11
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There ain't no illusion here
There ain't no secrets here
Just the bottom
Welcome to the bottom
Of the abyss
Welcome to the abyss
Here's the summit
Of the heavens
Welcome to the summit
Of the mighty heavens
Welcome to the heavens
This is just the heavens
The tiger's awake now
She's on the prowl
Can you hear her howl
Can you feel her growl
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She works hard (I've got a job)
She works late (A job that pays)
I could turn in but I'll sit right here and wait (I'll be home late)
Till she comes home (Oh I'll be home)
Back home to me (Eventually)
My pillowcase expects the company (But don't wait up)
I watch the clock but it moves slow
When she'll return I just don't know
She just might find me sprawled across the floor
Now I've got time and I've got pride
But I want you sleepin' by my side
Don't wanna go without you anymore
So I lie awake waitin' for my baby to knock on my door
One o'clock; fold my hands and star right at the wall
Two o'clock; she don't even call
Three o'clock; madness starts sinking in
Four o'clock; won't be long till I see her again
And she says ‘stop you lazy fool’
‘Why don't you get a job or go to school?’
But I'm too tired, tired, tired for that commute
It's a full-time position loving you
The sun starts rising in the sky
I listen for her car outside
I'm lying here but you won't hear me snore
Her momma says ‘gets a working man’
Her friends say ‘get out while you can’
But she knows a man who waits ain't keeping score
So I lie awake waiting for my baby to knock on my door
So I lie awake waiting for my baby to knock on my door
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You can finally pull your necktie loose
You can finally step away from the noose
You can still choose
Stand your ground, darlin'
Please don't run
Stand your ground, darlin'
Please don't run
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4. |
Answer I Didn't See
03:46
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I've been gone a long time
Out where the city smokestacks curl
Workin for a paycheck
Trying to find my fortune in the world
I know it ain't been easy on you to spend this time alone
But I got on a train this morning and now I'm coming home
I've been riding sideways
Out where the cities disappear
The sun is setting on me now
Feels like I've been gone for 30 years
I know it's been a long time since you've seen me at your door
But I got on a train this morning, now I'm coming home.
I know you might not recognize me in my city clothes
And my new songs might make you scratch your head
But take these flowers that I brought
Show me you've made my bed
And I'll show you all the ways that I'm the one you know
I wake up when I want to
No city noise as my alarm
Garden-grown tomatoes ringing in that good ol' hometown charm.
One day I'll find my fortune wherever I may roam
But Lord, ain't it the best thing when you're finally coming home
Oh Lord, ain't it the best thing when you're finally coming come
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6. |
Old Postcard
02:18
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I think I've become obsessed with your face
(I keep finding it in places I go)
I close my eyes and rub my fingers on my wrist
(It haunts me like a song I used to know)
I can't remember what I said to you
(And I wish I could be left with that)
I don't know if you're happier now
But the thought of you with someone makes me sad
But the thought of you alone isn't much better
I would come upstate and visit but I can't stand the weather
And I don't know your address anymore
I'd spend all afternoon knocking on your neighbor's doors
And showing them your picture
And asking for the girl who made me die
I don't think it would be a very good idea to try
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Victory in Funkytown
03:11
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A samurai who smells like flowers and smoke-filled towers
A dear old friend, my Peter Pan, some far away land
Feels the wind change
Breathes in wine stains
Calling my name
A monk who says the same old prayers of "nothing cares"
The sailor of the northern lights and pastel nights
Kiss in vertigo
Twirling on tip-toe
Chill in inferno
Leave the lone wolf alone
We're all alone
Sinking into stone
But maybe on our own
We'll see the Twilight Zone
We'll see the Twilight Zone
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8. |
The Snail Song
04:25
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The birds built a house for me in the trees
But I didn’t see them pass by
The fish in the lake said come in and join us
But I keep my eyes focused on the road ahead
I know I’m not dead
So I keep moving on
Til my work is done
I know I have roads left to follow
I hope that I find where they lead, oh
I don’t know, but I follow my inner compass
Winter and fall are nothing at all to me
Everything has its place
Summer goes by in the blink of an eye
But I still remember your face
Cause nothing lasts
But I let it
It won’t pass
I won’t forget it
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
You remind me of seventy five years ago
I was playing another body
Wasting the same time over again
Waiting for finding the self that I contain inside
Can’t hide from the truth
One foot in front of the other
And there is no other way through
Not for me
Not for you
Not for us
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9. |
Five More Minutes
02:55
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I think my snooze button loves me more than you
I ain’t got shit to do till the afternoon
So please give me five more minutes
Please give me ten more minutes
Please wrap me up in the blankets
Please let my eyes fade to blackness
Freckles like acupuncture on
My aching shoulders
Eyes like cups of coffee
On a Wednesday morning
Please just give me five more minutes
Please just give me ten more minutes
I think Ive got more tics than father time
Drivin to the city late at half past nine
So please give me one more kiss
Please give me ten more minutes
Please wrap me up in the blankets
Please let my eyes fade to blackness
Freckles like acupuncture on
My aching shoulders
Eyes like cups of coffee
On a Wednesday morning
Please just give me five more minutes
Please just give me ten more minutes
Please give me fifteen minutes
Please give me twenty minutes
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