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Frostbite
03:28
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Eli sat by the window
With his fingers on the table
All the brains paper pencils circled 'round him
Tried to zero in
Mental image of the fretboard on his right hand caught his eye
Like the sunbeam from the window
When the glass hit his face
It made sixteen cuts above his jaw
It was said
He was dead
He remains on two inch tape
In the storm of poison that rode South through Yonkers
Beat Manhattan
Like a skull beats its mirror
Did you see that?
Hey there
The black coat and the white hair
Frostbite is in the air
I'm not afraid of that man
I'm not afraid of the beasts who killed him
I'm not afraid of the box I live in
Or the holes I sleep in
I'm afraid of the bleeding in my brain
And the rusted metal in my chest
When the glass hit my face
It shot eighteen years of energy out of a cannon
Crystal said
When I'm dead
I'll be remembered by my friends
As a machine so efficient
I was almost living and breathing
Did you see that?
Hey there
The black coat and the white hair
Frostbite is in the air
Mental image of the steel strings on my right hand struck a chord
Like the electric man behind the wall
And his hand hit my face
It sent raging up my ribcage
Sparrow said
We're all dead
And there must be something wrong in my head
When I shot out of that cannon
I was almost living and breathing
Did you see that?
Hey there
The black coat and the white hair
Frostbite is in the air
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Horse
02:00
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Tell me I'm the best in the world
'Cause I'm the best in the world
'Cause I'm the best in the world
Tell me I'll take over the world
'Cause I'll take over the world
'Cause I'll take over the world
Hey you
S'il vous plait
Nourrir le cheval
Send me far away from this
I don't know what this craze is all about
If we all go crazy too
I know all my friends will come hang with you
I'm the horse
And I come first
See you down by the gallows and soon I'll be hangin' too
I'm the horse
And I come first
See you down by the gallows and soon I'll be hangin' too
Tell me I'll be running down the avenues
I'm really good at this
Let's go
Tell me I'll be running faster street after street
I'm really good at running
But I can't hide
Hey you
S'il vous plait
Nourrir le cheval
Send me far away from this
I don't know what this craze is all about
If we all go crazy too
I know all my friends will come hang with you
I'm the horse
And I come first
See you down by the gallows and soon I'll be hangin' too
I'm the horse
And I come first
See you down by the gallows and soon I'll be hangin' too
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Carlos is on Fire
01:18
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Carlos is on fire
And Alicia doesn't know
'Cause she's famous-er than anyone I know
He's just an old man in a wheelchair
Singin' for strangers
Hopes that one day she'll see
Hopes that one day she'll notice
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia soon will know
He's fiery-er than anyone she knows
And I'm just Cannonball Statman with a guitar
Yeah, really that's all I know
I'm not ready for this
I'm not ready for this fire
I'm not ready for this
I'm not ready for this fire
So keep your copyright
I don't know how to use it
Save it for someone who really needs it
Carlos is on fire
And Alicia soon will know
He's fiery-er than anyone else
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Midnight in Kingston
01:38
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Driving at night on the highway
Eyes fixed on the road
Someone told me just that night it was hard to let things go
I've been avoiding this feeling that nothing much was real
We dance around in circles and decide what really mattered
And it's getting colder
They were playing some kind of music in your ears the other night
I thought of you
Or someone I knew
And it's getting colder
They've been trying to put you away for awhile
And now they finally have
Just another thing to worry about
Driving at night on the highway
Eyes fixed on the road
Someone told me just that night it was hard to let things go
We dance around in circles and soon we pretend to feel
We dance around in circles and decide what really happened
And it's getting colder
And you didn't know what to do about this little bit of jet lag
But soon you'll forget
And remember again
And it's getting colder
You'll meet all the most valuable poets you've ever known but couldn't see
You'll wonder if they're real and they will be for just awhile
Staring at you on the subway
Nowhere much to go
Nothing much to lose except for everyone I know
Midnight in Kingston
And I don't remember why
Someone told me just that night there was something after you died
And it's getting colder
The days are getting shorter
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Couch Potato
01:31
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You don't need the Dormouse to tell you to feed your head
You don't need the apocalypse to tell you everyone is dead
You don't need to wake up in the morning
You don't need a bed
You don't need to dig your grave
You can die on command
But you need hot glue guns
And a soft pillow
Hot glue guns
And a couch potato
Sometimes
I can't move
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Shark
05:35
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I'm not in town
I'm out on the road
And everyone I know is gathered in the city tonight
I'm on a mission
Headed to the ocean to waste a life
With a fishing pole
There's too many obstacles in my path
Too many demons in my head
Cats and rats hangin' out on my bed
But there's a shark in the ocean
I've got a fishing pole
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
There's something I'm gonna catch
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
There's something I'm gonna catch
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
That something I'm gonna catch is you
I'm not in town
But I'm patrolling the streets
And no one I meet ever has a choice
Sitting on the subway
Without a voice
Wasted away by the MTA
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
There's something I'm gonna catch
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
There's something I'm gonna catch
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
That something I'm gonna catch is you
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
You'll become the history that caught up to you
I'm going fishing
And I'm gonna catch something
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is
That something I'm gonna catch is you
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Mud Therapy
03:02
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She's buried in the corner, waits for dinner.
Doesn't speak Chinese, she can't help decipher
the mysterious book I got in the mail.
The man with the gold in the mouth of the room
sits beneath the Martian, the boy from space camp,
livin' poisonous dreams. But he's a free man now.
I am a ghost in the body of a human,
watch me crawl, wait up for the morning,
I'm the center of attention in my mind.
Watch me crawl, wait up for the morning,
I'm the center of attention in my mind.
The center of attention in my mind.
Then I took the train to another country,
and I met a local woman who talked kind of funny,
I knew we'd die in the end.
Threw paper at each other, like a one hit wonder,
in the motel room, lightning, thunder,
fire, ice, and piercing screams.
Woke up in the morning with gunfire out my window,
and, oh, my demons, follow me where I go.
And I'll follow until I'm dead.
I'll follow my demons until I'm dead.
I'm sitting in front of a wall, early on a Monday morning,
every day those weird, pink puzzles of bone and ego
spill like manic paint into the New York City Transit System.
One goes here, one goes there.
Everyone is from somewhere, and now they are nowhere.
Liquids and kids campaign for the right to be solid.
Bernard's pale lavender voice remains glued to the back of my TV screen.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Bernard's pale lavender voice remains glued to the back of my TV screen.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Holy ghost, holy ghost.
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Tiger
03:39
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My neighbors and I used to raise cats
A monster stole them
Took them to the woods to die
I was so angry
I cut off my hair
Then someone told me they're better off there
In the woods
In the woods
Last night
I went thinking about your eyes
And I had a dream of your life
The frightened storm
Dark skies
Full moon rose tonight
My friend lost his true love
Standing in the garden
She was taken by a tiger
That could never happen to me
I am the tiger
And you're stayin' with me
In the woods
In the woods
Lost in the night
I went thinking about my past
With one eye closed
Had a dream of your life
The garden gates shut
And I took you away
I came back to life that night
Last night
I went thinking about your eyes
And I had a dream of your life
The frightened storm
Dark skies
Full moon rose tonight
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Buxus
01:33
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The corpse on the table is staring at me
The voice in the window is screaming at me
The face in the window is running away
'Cause the view from out the window must be totally crazy
The voice on the radio had a word to say
I don't remember a thing that happened today
I still don't know if I'm from Hell
Or if Hell is raging inside of me
Maybe I'm makin' Hell on Earth
And Earth is extracting fire from my skin
I met a lady on the Metro home
She said her name was Almond Plum
She was rooted in the ground like a tall tree
But she sat in the seat in front of me
She said hello but what I heard was
Come with me if you want to live
I counted nine dead trees on my walk from the Metro today.
I wouldn't tell my closest friend
But I threw your corpse into the ocean
It was sitting on the table staring at me
I felt like I was being watched
Sometimes they have burgers at the burger place
Sometimes they just have milkshakes
Sometimes they just have whatever they want
And that's when they don't have anything
The corpse on the table is staring at me
I'm starin' at the corpse on the table
And now I don't feel like anything
Now I don't feel like anything
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