1. |
The End of Days
05:11
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and everyone is singing love love love
while in their hearts they’re holding hate
and everyone is singing god god god
although they know it’s much too late
to see the signs as they’re written
and there’s no time to be forgiven
and everyone is singing win win win
although they know their days are numbered
and everyone is shouting spend spend spend
although they’re already encumbered
with so much stuff in their lives
will they be tough when it arrives?
the end of days
we’re making the end of days
nowhere to run nowhere to hide
there’s only sun no countryside
and everyone is driving on on on
while the world turns to an oven
and everyone is chanting go go go
with the hope we’ll be forgiven
for the lies that we tell
as we buy and we sell
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2. |
Make a Plan
03:44
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dreaming
everybody’s dreaming
dreaming of the day they’ll get away from here
hoping
everybody’s hoping
but hope is all they ever have ‘cause they never make a plan that’s clear
if it all stays in your head
then it will never see the light of day
and you will never see you plans come to fruition
take your intuition and turn it into volition
and you never stop never stop never stop never stop
your first step must start today
do not let yourself delay anymore
because the time is short that we have planet
reach right out and grab it
you can start a brand new habit
and you never stop never stop never stop never stop
make a plan, follow through
make a plan, that’s what you gotta do
make a plan, one that’s true
make a plan for me to be with you
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3. |
All My Friends Can Fly
03:00
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all my friends can fly
we all do it all the time
so look for us
far above the city lights
spread our wings
jump from the rooftop
a flock of angels
oh ah!
all my friends create
we make paintings in the air
poetry in motion
with our minds
spread our thoughts
dialectic flight-path
a flock of angels
oh ah!
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4. |
Feet Made of Meat
03:05
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walkin down the street with your feet made of meat
what are you makin? makin makin bacon
it’s not complete til you turn up the heat
in my transistor call me mister blister
burn your soul
steal your breath
red hot coal
dance of death
modest and petite with your feet made of meat
dressed like a flower, concealing secret power
your vain conceit as you cheat the concrete
of its crackup, you fall and get right back up
find the splinter
in your mind
the endless winter
of mankind
feet made of meat
walking onward
concrete so hard
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5. |
So Close to the Edge
04:51
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i came so close to the edge
i came so close to losing all that i held dear
i looked right into the abyss
i came face-to-face with my darkest fear
never want to be alone
i don’t want to die by myself
never want to have to face the part of my heart
that’s always so afraid
never want to be home
with no one next to me
never want to have to lie in bed with just my head
and broken memories
a fear by any other name is just the same
in your heart
even when your brain knows better
i don’t know another game so i’ll play
in the dark
till i find my way out of here
i came so close to the edge
i thought that i had wings so i had to leap
my world had shifted to the left
i thought i was awake but i was still asleep
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6. |
Woulds
02:57
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would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you would you walk in the woods with me
i promise i won’t take advantage
of your sweet acquiescence
i promise i won’t violently
abuse your girlish charms
i promise i won’t cut you up
into tiny bite-sized morsels
i would never cook you up
in a giant pot
although you look so divine
i promise i won’t skin you alive
and make your skin into
a leather satchel
i promise not to take out your eyes
and put them where your tongue was
i promise not to set you on fire
(i mean, the smell of that!)
i’ll give you a lollypop
a very special lollypop
the lolliest
poppingest
lollypop in the world
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7. |
Strange Architecture
01:46
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in my dreams i am always encountering strange architecture and there are too many people all around me and i can get no privacy and all the restrooms are always compromised in some way there is not a door in fact the toilet is a sink or garbage can in the middle of a hallway in a restaurant or maybe it is a hippie commune no one seems to notice but still it makes me nervous and the bed is in the middle of a bleacher facing a parking lot in a stadium and i am sleeping in the brightness of the day who makes these buildings and how did i end up here did my life take a horrible turn at some point even though i am in a crowd of people i am all alone and have to face the crowd without a friend and i am never talking to anyone just getting lost in endless spaces hallways conjoined at angles obtuse and pointless and i never stop to wonder why i have to navigate these places that i have never been in my real life in fact they seem to be a product of my mind which keeps creating all these situations that must come from some underlying emotions but i suppose it is just the truth.
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8. |
God in Your Arms
03:21
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god is sleeping in your arms tonight
god is sleeping in your arms tonight
open the door and let me in
open a window in your dreams
i am waiting patiently tonight
i am waiting patiently tonight
when i see you at the gate
then my heart will be complete
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9. |
Lama Glama
04:27
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come on momma let me ride on your llama
come on momma i won’t cause any drama
come on momma i’m in my pajama
won’t you dance with me
come on momma let me ride on your llama
come on momma you know that you gotta
come on momma you’ll get good karma
if you dance with me
i see you there with your llama in a pen
i hear a ringin like old big ben
i look at your llama and it looks at me
and i know your llama just wants to be free
come on baby let’s hit the town
me and your llama gonna get on down
feet are flyin, hands in the air
spit and llama wool everywhere
get down with your llamma momma
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10. |
Sticky
03:27
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the things in dreams are sticky
and they wrap around your ribcage
from the inside
like the tendrils of an orchid
dripping with sweat honey
on your bloated and engorged
reproductive organs
the things in dreams are sticky
and their veins pulse to a rhythm
like a baby in it’s mother’s arms
sheltered from the storm of feelings
welling up from the void
baring rows of teeth
standing waves
out to sea
i dream of you
are you thinking of me?
the things in dreams are sticky
and they stick into your adult life
and poke you with the memory
of achings as you navigate
the slippery dripping tongue
that told you all you’ll never be
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