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The Rosalin Eyes
03:05
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The Rosalin Eyes
Coughin’ to the coffin
Cinnamon rocks
The streets are all empty
No faces on the block
There goes your city
From marble to dust
Yes I could find the key
But I couldn’t find the lock
Lately, you seem so busy
No time to adjust the clock
For it all seems so easy
When you live under a rock
Churches to the dark age
Made it to the tenth stage
And everywhere I go
The Rosalin Eyes
They follow
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Mystery Salt
01:47
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Mystery Salt
Your way is the only way
And your faults are the only faults
Always get in the way as if I was a ghost
Scared bird and dusty mats
Shiny old suit and a dirty mac
Always seems so sincere to unveil your own lies
Must have been the silent notes
Must have been the mystery salt
Must have been the reason why we got so tight
Must have been the sublime highs
Must have been the Motown raps
Must have been the reason why we got so tight
Urban slang, much in demand
Caps sideways and a Southwest tan
And in my scene you always end up mine
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A Lonely Crowd
03:49
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A Lonely Crowd
Sometimes I was just walking alone in the lovely crowd
Sometimes I was just walking alone in the lovely crowd
Like it was something courageous
All shades of nervous
And the passers by
Are distant lovers
Sometimes I was just walking along in the lonely crowd
The train did leave so fast we could not have said goodbye
So goodbye girl, I’ll miss all your curves
I’ll miss all your eyes and I’ll miss all your words
And I’ll stay put and unfazed
With strangers stumbling around
Through avenues of pity
You didn’t understand I must have been mumbling why
Cuz the way out is the same as the way
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The Living’s in the Liver
Come and if this love’s an indication
I shall be free from all devotion
Oh how I thought you’d change your mind
At least one time
Yeah come, and if coke looks like potion
You ought to change your medication
How I thought you’d change your mind
At least one time
Claire goes and she’s impressed by the way it goes
So far at par with all her highest expectations
Come and if the loving is in the lovers
Then the living is in the livers
Oh how I thought you’d change your mind
At least one time
Yeah Claire goes and she’s impressed by the way it goes
So far at par with all the highest expectations
Expectations…
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5. |
Song for Mikaela
03:09
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Song for Mikaela
Hey kid, not even born
Your feet are so tiny
Ants look like dinosaurs
Hey kid, you contemplate
Cathedrals in your mother’s heart
Standing on he stage
Hey kid, your father’s voice
Gently singing songs
All your movements are in tune
Hey kid, with the spirit of your elders
The universe is on your tongue
Seems it found a shelter
Hey kid, the whole world is waiting
For the curls in your letters
And the letters in your name
Hey kid, before you step and run
Before you run and dive
This will be the one
Hey kid
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Codepiesque
02:03
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Lost in the Glow This Time
No stringer can fix the living’s only weight
I guess I’m only crazy
To enjoy this type of fix
Can’t choose your state
Strings like Johnny Pate
Town clock’s five minutes late
And I can’t decide where to go tonight
Yeah it’s in the ebbs and los alright
I came so long ago to find
That’s it lost in the glow this time
No singer can sing such melodies in the rain
I guess I’m only crazy
All flowers in bloom
All dropped in gloom
And the groom, soon
And I can’t decide where to go tonight
Yeah it’s in the ebbs and los alright
I came so long ago to find
That’s it lost in the glow this time
It’s lost in the glow
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The Thought of You When You’re Away
Ministers, talismans, canisters, complicate
The thought of you when you’re away
On the spot, in the shade, polka dots, punctuate
The thought of you when you’re away
Holy smoke, moving trains, false idols, allocate
The thought of you when you’re away
Sepia tones, halls of fame, ran all night, walked all day
To the thought of you when you’re away
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A Comma in a Sea of Broken Souls
Imagery conveyed by drama
Wasn’t long ago
I don’t know
Holding on to your karma
Is it time to go?
I don’t know
Wait right here ‘til I holler
No one told you so
I don’t know
Second-guessing kinda lover
Yeah, dipping just a toe
I don’t know
Butterfly from a larva
At least that’s what it shows
I don’t know
Seems to me it’s just a comma
In a sea of broken bones
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Snow on Postcards from New Delhi
The cavalry lost the horses in motion
The sadder the loss, the deeper the notion
When woken up by things unexpected
Don’t jump the bed like intercepted
And the more you use the more you depend
There ain’t no conclusion for this kind of end
The more you receive the more you send
When it’s too real, just pretend
Cuz soul can’t be found in a dictionary
Ain’t a picture in a box of Pictionnary
You thought it was something ordinary
Snow on postcards from New Delhi
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It Takes a Long Time to Remember Your Name
It takes a long, long time to remember
Give it a second thought, just a single shot
These days it rains from July to September
Lasts so long so gonna write a song
In this kind of dreams baby you lose your guard
You climb the fences, little offences
And is love just a dream in which you rob a guy
For his true intentions
It takes a long, long time to remember
Your name
How long does it take for friends to become lovers
In this day and age, what’s the page?
These days it rains from July to September
Lasts so long, so gonna write a song
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12. |
Tamara Tomorrow
02:21
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13. |
Dirty Chromosomes
03:20
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Dirty Chromosomes
Lost in the zone, dusty chromosomes
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
Fell in a trap, a strange kind of rap
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
A hole in a hole, a soul without a soul
Yeah ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
A different kind of rule, is it kind of is it cruel
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
The cops have all been paid
Transactions with no words said
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
On a special type of diet
Better keep it outta sight
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
Like an actor without a role
Like a stripper without a pole
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
Blisters on my fingers, hipsters on the singers
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
Lost in the zone, dusty chromosomes
Ain’t no lie, she said goodbye
Fell in a trap, a strange kind of rap
Ain’t no lie
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14. |
Atlanta to Atlantis
02:03
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15. |
The Last Boomerang
02:42
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