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Event Horizon
03:55
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Event Horizon
At the event horizon
Where nothing escapes
Not even my heritage or savings
Not even these particles of light.
At the event horizon
Objects fall and they fade
And the people are not their meaning
And the people are not their pain.
At the event horizon
At the formidable plane
At the arc of the story
Well we’re collapsing into space.
And I’m sorry to no one in particular
But sorry don’t make it a thing!
I’m sorry walking by a tribute to Aaron
I’m even sorry for being sorry, okay.
At the event horizon
Something other than time
There’s a set up and a punch line
Up and comers at the open mic.
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2. |
Driving
04:09
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Driving
Driving
Sentimental mood
Faded like the neighbour’s bodega awning.
Driving
Smile at the man
Smile at the woman a little longer.
Am I who I think I am?
Am I someone else?
I was only pretending.
I was only pretending.
Driving
Anger my old friend
I guess you’re all of our problem now.
Driving
Say a dirty word out loud
Say it cause there’s no one else around.
Am I who I think I am?
Am I someone good?
I was only pretending.
Yeah, I was only pretending.
Driving
Cut off at the exit ramp
Dare to look into the eyes of a killer.
Driving
Beautiful life of mine
Beauty is the love I feel for a stranger.
Am I who I think I am?
Am I someone new?
I was only pretending.
Yeah, I was only pretending.
Walk into my life
I’d walk into your life, I would.
I was only joking.
Yeah, I was only joking.
In case you couldn’t tell.
In case you couldn’t tell.
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3. |
Somewhere Else
02:32
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Somewhere Else
Mixed race baby
Secular hymn
You sing into the screaming valley
Into her tiny ears.
Tone like pianoforte
Mood cast over the sea
All the people I used to be friends with are somewhere else…
And I’m right here.
Move the kids up to Sunshine,
This ain’t your dad’s Rickards Red
And if the fault is in the coastline
Generations will transcend.
Tone like pianoforte
Mood cast over the sea
All the people I used to be friends with are somewhere else…
And I’m right here.
Do, do, do, do…do, do, do, do, do…do, do, do, do.
Do, do, do, do…do, do, do, do, do…do, do, do, do.
On the Isle of Spirits
We step into this dream
And sure the place needs some fixing up to do
But oh the winds of Sucker Creek.
Tone like pianoforte
Mood cast over the sea
All the people we used to be friends with are somewhere else…
And we’re right here.
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Famous Child
04:55
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Famous Child
The bay at night was a hearing aid
When a voice called out your name.
You were a famous child,
We played a dirty game,
Hey, hey, hey, yeah.
Side road ten ends at a haunted house
And a can of pop is sixty-five cents.
You were a famous child,
We played a dirty game,
Hey, hey, hey, yeah.
Thinking ‘bout the upside of an empty heart,
I was a jealous lover before I ever loved.
Sweet Georgina, you were a jewel right from the start,
I was thinking ‘bout me thinking ‘bout you.
Green on grass and the bulls rush in,
With everything to lose and everything to win.
You were a famous child,
We played a dirty game,
Hey, hey, hey, yeah.
Famous Child made it look so easy,
Fastsleeper better wait your turn.
Maybe I’m still taking the long way home
But then again…who cares cause my baby likes to sing along!
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5. |
Together/Apart
03:44
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Together/Apart
Hold it up to the sky
Paper box, pinhole eye.
Remember the schoolyard? Running fools.
Remember when the moon stood in front of the sun?
We were destined
We’re moving parts
Separate together, together apart.
Terracotta basement apartment
I once wrote a poem and played in a band.
The name of that poem: black bags are for leaving
And I could never be you and you could never be me.
We were destined
We’re moving parts
Separate together, together apart.
I could be screaming, like Stephen, charging up Roncesvalles Avenue
Yeah, I got my reasons too.
Went to see the artist with so many faces
And eyes lit like match sticks kissing the air.
And she told us a story of an ancient orgy
And why the sun is forever chasing the moon.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba…
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba…
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6. |
Oh Miami
03:49
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Oh Miami
Oh Miami, I’m a soft tongue tied to you
Salt water, high with two ice cubes.
Boy, I was a looker!
I was a teenaged bride
But nobody’s trophy.
Oh Miami, I’m a fox coat winter too
Kingston Pen drive, what’s a good Jewish girl to do?
Maybe it was October
I had to fight for my life
And sell women’s clothing.
It’s not like I lied…
We had some good times, baby.
Maybe one too many,
Maybe I should have said something to stop them
But a woman didn’t do that in those days,
Not in those days.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
Miami, I ring a sunset bell for you
For all the birds who caught a flight to catch a view.
Now my men are in heaven
I set my hair for the night
And call my sister in the morning.
Oh, oh my, oh Miami.
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