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stone a preacher. stole everybody.
hiding out my time in euphonious mind -
i'm not ok! i'm not ok!
(i'll be ok)
point a needle, the 'sharper finger'
biting off the rind, oh! euphonious mind!
i'm not ok, i'm not ok...
(ok, ok)
i said the city will be spared.
blue sea, blue stairs - i won't be there for you.
in the back of a new disaster's head -
conditioned audience, well-fed. i won't be!
don't go, says everybody
but i won't miss anybody!
i won't be settled down, i won't be settled down.
i hope...
i saw my shrink. i wanted to shrink!
she gave me pills and potions and told me to drink.
chug, chug! it'll be over soon!
yes, it'll all be over soon, la da da...
it's in the papers... (who reads the papers?)
think of sinking ships - but even then, rats can swim!
i'm not ok, i'm not ok!
(i'm not. i'm not.)
i left the city and i'm scared.
blue sea, blue stairs, i won't be there for you.
alpaca coming for my head!
a grizzled veteran, well-fed... i won't be -
so slow! in fact, he's almost
too fast! and suddenly now -
at last, i'm coming home. at last, i'm coming home.
i hope...
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Grey Painted Soldier
03:53
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in walks the grey painted soldier
laying waste to robbers and thieves.
his words have the will to crack boulders -
and he stores all his shirts up his sleeves.
'back!' yelled the grey painted soldier
to the buffalo's golden-haired son -
who cried, 'i'll be big when i'm older,
and then we shall see who will run!'
and i heard of a child who, at birth, pulled the shades
on hoping to stand in the sun
like an ass in the wild who just wants to escape
to a place where he feels he belongs.
here comes the grey painted soldier
who fares well in love and in war.
his blows leave the battlefield colder
than a winter on russia's grey shores.
ah, seek out the grey painted soldier
who lives in a penthouse downtown.
(some say that he may be bipolar!)
some say he's just feeling tied down...
and i heard of a child who, at birth, pulled the shades
on hoping to stand in the sun
like an ass in the wild who just wants to escape
to a place where he feels he belongs
there goes the grey painted soldier
out hunting the buffalo's son -
who's hiding in fields of white clover
who's scared as a lamb with a gun!
what happened, oh grey painted soldier
to wipe all the force from your face?
well, the buffalo's son - he got older
and, this time, it was he who gave chase!
and i heard of a child who, at birth, pulled the shades
on hoping to stand in the sun
like an ass in the wild who just wants to escape
to a place where he feels he belongs
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Tell Me, Old Tender
02:44
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old tender, he holds his heart in his hands -
and the hole in his chest is filled with soot and sand.
he's spending his dying breath
on lotteries + cheap cigarettes.
let's walk in the woods, swim in the silt -
run off on the banks of the newspaper mill.
i'm thinking i know enough
to say that it's you i love.
and the clouds are brewing!
roll in babel, it's sauntering up.
cadillac wheels are moving -
it's nothing but a storm in a teacup!
old tender, she moves with the steps of a stork -
when the daffodil walls of her bedroom start to talk.
she's tearing up tax returns
in the hope that she'll soon hit the urn.
let's roll in the rocks, speak to the sky -
hope to the heavens that the heavens don't run dry!
i'm thinking i know enough
to say that it's you i love.
and the clouds are brewing!
roll in babel, it's sauntering up.
cadillac wheels are moving -
it's nothing but a storm in a teacup!
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no - there's nothing like a wounded heel
to kick you while you're down.
the spinning saw & buzzing wheel
will drive you to the ground.
statues silhouette your broken heart -
your postcard's in the mail!
take your parking tickets, your false starts...
that old ship is setting sail.
and when it stops? it's not your loss.
just bear that cross - and laugh it off, boy, laugh it off!
the hangman sharpens up his noose.
faces frown and fall away.
no - there's nothing worse than to get confused
when someone tells you what to say!
but when it stops? just bear that cross.
and it's no one's loss - so just cry it off, boy.
cry it off, boy.
oh, if only you were young -
had the sense to carry on...
you can't be stopped!
and it's not your loss!
but it's not enough, it's never enough -
it's the politics of love!
so just laugh it off, boy, laugh it off!
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Me Too
02:36
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i'm now, today,
same place, same face
as yesterday.
never felt like going nowhere, anyway.
and i'm still unsure
or i just can't recall
whether i'm here for you
or if you're here at all.
you're a straight-faced lie
a walking punchline
a sleepless night
a warning sign
put out of view
a fake tattoo
me too, me too
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