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JFK
05:13
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Network Keys
04:33
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in this fair aquarium dream
will you be my gravity
neurons and synapses fire & spring
they don't need to mean a thing
they don't need to mean a thing
through restored pages of history
would you ever be a queen?
for every locksmith their is a lock
and a way to fit the key
how many times?
did I ask you to be kind
i'll be alone and waiting by the cellar door
where Himalayan mountains
you would avalanche their peaks
machines to measure hearts & weights
it is the blood that warms your veins
the blood that warms your veins
in castles are churches, in churches are priests
do not think of blasphemies
i'd change your relics with martyrs & saints
give the painters something to paint
and the fakers something to fake
how many times?
did i ask you to be kind
i'll be alone and waiting by the cellar door
from pale blue cities to northern seas
farmland to suburban streets
you make me full without the food
and drunk without the drink
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The Gold Motel
03:46
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in a gold motel
in a breezy desert place
she still wears her sweaters
like the feathers of the Cherokee
jewelry jangles and her head held plain
like a roof moose
she walks by a different place
where her car used to be parked
i'm a collector
of the very same book
the pictures change, words stay the same
handwritten to a different name
i'm a collector
of the very same book
pictures change, words stay the same
handwritten to a different name
postmen in her town
know the knockin of her door
on the street full of shops selling something she once wore
photographs and fireworks
and a brand new Chevrolet
ramblers, strangers, city streets held together in her memory
i'm a collector
of the very same book
pictures change, words stay the same
handwritten to a different name
i'm a collector
of the very same book
pictures changes, words stay the same
handwritten from a different name
in a gold motel
in a breezy desert place
she stills her sweaters
like the feathers of a Cherokee
in a gold motel
in a breezy desert place
she still wears her sweaters
like the flowers of the Chesapeake
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every day
he sits and prays for
god to take away his pains
unlocks the door to an empty evening
never any smell of chicken
or sweet perfume
turns down the sheets he keeps so clean
his house is always ready
no one ever comes
he's built an empire
but there will never be a queen
and now his fields are left for squander
with every woman fades
a little bit of fantasy
with every woman fades
a little bit of fantasy
a little bit, a little bit, a little bit
of fantasy
a little bit, a little bit, a little bit
of fantasy
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Car Crash
02:34
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the causes of every action
is in mathematics
the answers made from questions
in reverse
lawman says i'm guilty
but they are the ones to blame
i don't your answers
your figures or your claims
for i
was in a car crash today
outside of where the contracts are kept with signatures
not everything that is honest
can be called fair
lawman says i'm guilty
but they are the ones to blame
i don't your answers
your figures or your claims
for i
was in a car crash today
for i
was in a car crash today
my baby
was in a car crash today
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6. |
Country Club
03:22
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you take me to your country club
make sure to wear your very best clothes
invite me to your country club
and pick me up from the train
you take me to your country club
someone parks the car for us
we don't have to talk around
we are for their eyes to see
they all spend their money on
they spend all their holidays
they bring people who don't belong
people in your country club
shut their eyes and wave their mouths
practicing many leisure sports
they just sit there and boast
they all spend their money on
they spend all their holidays
they bring people who don't belong
they all spend their holidays
they spend all their money on
they brake the law for country clubs
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