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I seen the psychic reading palms in Centerville
Omens everywhere in the roadkill
And I ain’t seen sound sleep in seven nights
My head is humming from concussions in the street fights
Cause I ain’t even a Superman and yet I got this kryptonite
“Come closer my dear”
And she hid her secrets behind the silken Octavail
Voices whispering from its third rail
And out came her glassy sphere onto its golden stand
Without another word she took my hands
But I heard
Yes I heard
“Come closer my dear”
And I seen my love in a crystal ball!
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After the vision left she felt a little alone
Not a soul to turn to
Not a face a choose from
And he felt rather dizzy
From his lack of direction
To guide him
What a pair they will make
When they meet on the other side of the gate
Another night
As she started to walk home
She calmed her thoughts by getting stoned
Bloodshot eyes from the smoke
Better than crying on the phone
He felt rather purposeless after the mist cleared
Turned his collar against the cold
Without a hand to hold
What a pair they will make
When they meet on the other side of the gate
Another night
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We had a dream last night
A strange psychic sight
Perhaps it was you
Or me
Perhaps it was by the sea
And there was music
Or at least I think there was
The kind of tunes to raise the hairs
To cause a buzz
But the detail's gettin' fuzzy
What did it mean?
We felt a hand in our hand
Or was it just us dancing on command?
I can feel it now as I stand
Perhaps you can too?
You said something suave in our ear
Something that I could not repeat here
And the words were so clear
Now the speech is written backwards through a mirror
What did it mean?
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4. |
The Future Of
02:10
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In Bocca Al Lupo
03:32
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Step missed
Collapse interrupted
Main line down
Eye contact disrupted
Shuffle up the cards
Mr. Wolf sends his regards
Stay up
Red-eyed
Don’t betray
Feeling mystified
Drilled through the bullseye
Mr. Wolf always feigns surprise
[THE NARRATOR SPEAKS]
The wolf's voice was a chain, dragging across the ground as he left his lamb on the altar.
Whether for slaughter, sacrifice, or slavery, the future opened its jaws to admit her onto its blood-red carpet tongue.
And in that instant, she saw everything as it was:
Her indulgence a captor,
Her station unchanging.
If she didn't act now, she would be trapped forever in an endless cycle of self-swallowing.
A snake eating its own tail until nothing else remains.
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Ouroboros Ring
02:51
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Ouroboros ring around my finger
Can't stop dreaming about red church steeples
On a blind date with a black hole
But it don't matter for the dark matter people
Lay your gravity on me
The island's sinking under our bare feet
Reading runes in the smoke signals
But it don't matter for the dark matter people
It don't matter to the-
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The Dragon
03:00
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Across the Tundra
03:44
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You’re a dream made out of gold
Best bedtime story ever told
Origami crane somehow flying in the rain
You are the first sunrise on a black hole
Filling up what’s never been full
You got me trippin backwards
Over my every single word
You’re the smell of gasoline that's always
Screaming always, screaming "feed me, feed me!"
You are the apex of the Ferris wheel
Serving breakfast for my every meal
You are a prince of parades
Turning life to lemonade
Turning life to lemonade
Turning life to lemonade
You are a surfer of tsunamis
Leaving the kings green with envy
Catching asteroids in your hands
Sashaying through the hourglass
You got me running full speed
Towards my every want towards my every need
You're the sweat on my skin thats always screaming
Always screaming "feed me feed me!"
You are the ruler of my seven seas
My every want, my every need
You are my prince of parades
Turning life to lemonade
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Sailor Song
03:11
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Blank white
The North Pole in sunlight
Go save
Your color for Monet
No way
To ever leave Monday
Crippled by my cares
Now I weigh less than the air
Neither here nor there
Light mist
With forecasts of wistfulness
And wise men
Feeding on circumstance
Greet the pigeons
Send them to Bethlehem
Leave roses on the stairs
But now you know there’s nobody there
Graffitied the Great Wall
Made out with Neanderthals
Good morning
Did you have a nice waking dream
Eat your breakfast
Drank from the hourglass
Neither here nor there
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Oh dear, it seems I've fallen in love
What am I to do?
It could have been any old Joe
But instead it was you
What were the chances, honey
That the powers from on high would ever get the message, honey?
I could only do so many dances before I lost it, honey
But there'll be no more striking matches, honey
In the dead of night without a single hand to hold, honey
Now we groove to our own tunes
And we're the only ones who know the moves
I pictured a lot of different faces
But none could ever be as right as you
Oh dear, it seems I've fallen in love
What am I to do?
It could have been any old Joe
But instead it was you
I'll act appalled now, sugar
I never thought a soul would hear me calling out now, sugar
You know I could only swing from so many branches before I fall now, sugar
But there'll be time for building burning fires now, sugar
In the dead of night we're never getting tired now, sugar
'Cause now we can dream
The dreams of yearning acorns growing into kissing trees
Left it all behind me when I
Tracked the sound made in the woods
Dropped my axe and lay among your roots
Oh dear, it seems I've fallen in love
What am I to do?
It could have been any old Joe
But instead it was you
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