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I am
The only one
Can ride that horse
Th'yonder
I'm full of bees
Who died at sea
It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
I wore
A rooster's blood
When it flew
Like doves
I'm a bog
Of poisoned frogs
It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
I'm the dog that ate
Your birthday cake
It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
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2. |
Martin Tyson - Gold Day
03:36
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Good morning my child
Stay with me a while
You not got any place to be
Won't you sit a spell with me
You've got diamonds for eyes
It's time for you to rise
And evaporate
In the sun
Sometimes it can weigh
A ton
Keep all your crows away
Hold skinny wolves at bay
In silver piles of smiles
May all your days be gold my child
A necklace of leaves
Spirits in the trees
And drown all the clocks till there's none
Little ambient in the sun
Keep all your crows away
Hold skinny wolves at bay
In silver piles of smiles
May all your days be gold my child
Good morning my child
Stay with me a while
And evaporate in the sun
Sometimes it can weigh a ton
Keep all your crows away
Hold skinny wolves at bay
In silver piles of smiles
May all your days be gold my child
May all your days be gold my child
May all your days be gold my child
May all your days be gold my child
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I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land
Circus people with hairy little hands
Hit it, boys, strike up the army band
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets
How do you feel
How do you feel
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
Fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast
Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost
Fire them up and kill the piano birds
There's creaky old organs burning on the coast
How do you feel
How do you feel
I can't seem to breathe with a rusted metal heart
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
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Can you feel the wind of Venus on your skin?
Can you taste the crush of a sunset's dying blush?
Stars will always hang in summer's bleeding veins
Can you feel the rings of Saturn on your finger?
Can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?
But seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
Stars will always hang in summer's bleeding veins
But seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
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5. |
Jim Rioux - Apple Bed
04:20
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Of horses wet
With melted ice
They would not heed
My advice
And burdened limbs
Of its weight
To break and rot
A whispered fate
Please
Doctor, please
Around me
In a bloody sea
To breach the hive
And smoke the bees
You can be my friend
You can be my dog
You can be my life
You can be my fog
Please
Doctor, please
The witches will return to their sticky tree knots
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun coming down
I wish I had
A horse's head
A tiger's heart
An apple bed
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In clusters we move through a farm
Somewhere far off the thunder roaring
And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child
Sometimes I climb high up in a tree
And let the wind blow in my face
Sometimes I leave my cares lying in piles
Somewhat disturbing
Is the sound of her singing
When you know you don't deserve it
You're not here today
I feel just like an empty eggshell
My yoke is heavy
My yoke is heavy
My voice is a little horse
Galloping lost through the woods
Calling your name
It's new to me
But just the same
The earth is an old canvas painted over many times
The poet rambles
The world it scrambles
But who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men
Your shadow knows
It's right behind you all the way
Your shadow knows where you've been
My yoke is heavy
My yoke is heavy
My yoke is heavy
Sacred is the smile
That opened up my mind
And asked me come save me
And rid my cold cold heart
Of the dark deep gloom
That took up so much room
And my many spacious memories
My yoke is heavy
My yoke is heavy
My yoke is heavy
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The toothless kiss of skeletons
And the summer hail
I'm the king of nails
I drink my liquor from the palm
Of a child who spoke in tongues
And smelled like sun
Give all your leaves
To the ghosts in the trees
To sink or to shine
The nails are all mine
And blood was rushing up the stairs
I shut my eyes and killed the cock
When the sun came knocking
Oh to taste the salty oil
Of your chest and on your eyes
When the sting is on the rise
Sleep in the fire
With snakes I have sired
To sink or to shine
The nails are all mine
I drink my liquor from the palm
Of a child who spoke in tongues
And smelled like sun
The toothless kiss of skeletons
And the summer hail
I'm the king of nails
Give all your leaves
To the ghosts in the trees
To sink or to shine
The nails are all mine
Sleep in the fire
With snakes I have sired
To sink or to shine
The nails are all mine
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I will return here one day
And dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and strings and hair
And that old tooth I believe was a bear's
I held my hand in the fire
It burned me down to the wires
Blood suckers hide beneath my bed
And black fumes of skin so gently bled
I slept with a cat on my breast
Slowing my heart stealing my breath
At sunrise the monkeys will fly
And leave me with pennies in my eyes
I will return here one day
And dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and string and hair
And that old tooth I believe was a bear's
At sunrise the monkeys will fly
And leave me with pennies in my eyes
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9. |
Kodacrome - Dog Door
02:56
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Oh mother I want a dog
I want a little dog
I saw a little dog
His name is happy
Well this is me
Old
I could be a shopkeeper
We'll call 'em
She got a six foot pitchfork
I see the wrecking-ball
Back over here together
She got me here with or without
She got me coming through the dog door
She got me coming through the dog door
I said pitchfork
Oh step-ladders
You oughta walk away
But you can't
She got me gone back here
But don't sit there
She let me keep the deck-chair
She got me coming through the dog door
She got me coming through the dog door
Pitchfork (pitchfork)
Crowbar (crowbar)
Clawhammer (clawhammer)
Hot tar (hot tar)
She got me through her middle name
But she can make it rain
She got a small-town chill
And she's starving in the belly wheel
She got me coming through the dog door
She got me coming through the dog door
Pitchfork (pitchfork)
Crowbar (crowbar)
Clawhammer (clawhammer)
Hot tar (hot tar)
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Is your jewellery still lost in the sand
Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine?
You left your rings on the shoreline
So you wouldn't lose them swimming in the shallows
A plastic shovel, soft sweaty children far from home
On vacation not unlike your very own
And the Captain Howdy lit upon my shoulder
And he left me with sulphur and rooms full of headaches
I fell in with snakes in the poisoned ranks of strangers
Please send me more yellow birds for the dim interior
Will my pony recognize my voice in hell?
Will he still be blind, or do they go by smell?
Will you promise not to rest me out at sea
But on a fiery river boat that's rickety?
I'll never find my pony along the rolling swell
A muddy river or a lake would do me well
With hints of amber sundowns and moody thunderstorms
A sunken barge's horns, with the cold rusty bells
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11. |
Seadog - Go
04:39
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So you think you've found the one
And she knows just how you feel
And you say that she's for real
And she's fun
Well that's all well and good
That's just the way it should be
To understand and be understood
Is to be free
So I think that you should go
Go on ahead
Take her in your arms
And be wed
And go go go go
You restless soul, you're going to find it
Go go go go
You restless soul, you're going to find it, yeah
Yes life's a bowl of cherries
You can have as many as you can carry
And someone once said that life is like a cow
But I don't know how that applies
But anyhow here we are all on this planet
Taking everything for granted
But I think you've caught on to something
Don’t let go
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Did you save your wisdom teeth?
Did you burn your Christmas tree?
He got dragged by a donkey
Through the dirt and the myrtle
But he was once a little fat baby
Did you lose your fatty in the bath?
Did you make the city slickers laugh?
He got dragged by a donkey
Through the glass and the myrtle
But he was once a little fat baby
Did you burn your wisdom teeth?
Did you save your Christmas tree?
He got dragged by a donkey
Through the switches and the myrtle
But he was once a little fat baby
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I pulled my heart, I pulled my heart out
I pulled my heart out
On a mountain high
I left it in the sun
But it would not die, but it would not
But it would not die
Are you devil's new? Are you devil's new?
Are you devil's new?
Or are you a spy?
I drug on my chains
On a mountain high, on a mountain high
On a mountain high
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With rocks in my dress
And smoke in my hair
I walked into a lake
To get some sleep down in there
Won't you come to comfort me?
Won't you come to comfort me?
With minnows in my belly
And deep in my veins
The breath-robbin' lightning
Was making diamonds of rain
Won't you come to comfort me?
Won't you come to comfort me?
Dreamed I was born on a mountain on the moon
Where nothing grows or ever rots
I dreamed that I had me a daughter
Who was magnificent as a horse
Won't you come to comfort me?...
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The sound of your voice
Rose graves of cats
The pounding of your steps
Woke caves of bats
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
Your first burning breath
Was a symphony
And a ship full of horses
Was going down at sea
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
On the sun
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