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Icy fingers holding tight
Glassy waters, shining white
Drifting through a liquid night
Falling from an unknown height
Raving madly at the sight
Whisper now
And then I might
Dancing just to make it right
While flying at the speed of light
Almost there, but never quite
Giving in, to lose the fight
Raving madly at the sight
Whisper now
And then I might
Empty eyes, unlit halls
Waiting for the sun to fall
Really not much fun
After all
Static Boredom, timeless dreams
Hoping for the world to scream
Not as easy
As it seems
Bleary-eyed and hypnotized
Waiting for the sun to rise
These days I'm only
passing time
Tired of TV and the radio
Can't imagine a place to go
What a dreary way to run the show
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Shortwave Shockwave
03:40
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Oh buttercup
time to make it
All buttered up
then you shake it
I'm utterly
inclined to bake it
Oh suddenly
Decide to take it
Oh butternut
You try to fake it
Oh rudderless
Try to stake it
Oh bummer man
it's time to slake it
Oh summer sand
It's zen to rake it
Oh drummer man
It's time to mark it
Old bugger band
time to wake it
Oh drama fan
Maybe we fake it?
Oh Dracula
Time to stake it?
Oh strummer man
It's time to flake it
Oh stuka man
It's time to strafe it
Oh rubber man
Time to erase it
Oh flubber fan
time to stretch it out
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3. |
She Died Today
04:54
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She died again, today
We knew she would
She always does
It's never good
She tried to turn her page
She has before
It never works
She always wants more
She cried for her release
We couldn't hear
She shook with pain
She screamed in fear
She dies slowly all the time
We can't see why
It's never right
It's only life
She died for good today
We knew she would
It's sad it's through
But it's almost good
She cried for her release
We couldn't hear
She shook with pain
She screamed in fear
She died for good today
We knew she would
It's sad it's through
But it's almost good
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There are no gondolas in my home town
It’s not a shortage
There’s simply no demand
Landlocked, and hundreds of miles
from any sizable body of water
There are no canals, no water paths to travel
The graceful curve of a gondola
would be an excess in this place
The normalized sight would be tractors, wagons full of grain
Pick-up trucks filled with bales of hay
And cattle grazing in their pastures
We have a couple of lakes
but not ones you’d want to swim in, or travel very far
Creeks and an occasional river with an ever-present wind
They’re often frozen, and every summer they run dry
Unreliable for navigation
I don’t expect to see many gondolas in my home town
Very few Italians there, no one to fantasize about quietly gliding through city streets
just farmers and milkmen from the northern reaches of Europe
A gondola maker and its pilot
would go bankrupt very soon
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Blue Monday
03:18
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Grey day, white shades
Blue Monday Mourning
Grey skies, dark eyes
Blue Monday mourning
Sad news, so much to lose
Blue Monday morning
It's so hard, can't choose
on a blue blue blue Monday mourning
Grey rhymes, out of time
Blue Monday mourning
Black night, white light
Blue Monday mourning
Sad news, so much to lose
Blue Monday morning
Grey views
on a blue blue blue Monday mourning
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6. |
Hands on You
03:47
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3000 miles, and I can't touch you
I hear your voice on the songs we sing
I see your smile in my pictures of you
I need you now, my life's been torn in two
And the worst part of it all
is I can't put my hands on you
I can't put my hands on you
You were made for me
And we were meant to be
And the hardest part of all
is to hear your voice and see your face
When I can't get my hands on you
I need you to squeeze me tight
I need you to light my nighttime
I want you, and I can't bear to be
Without you
You were made for me
And we were meant to be
And the hardest part of all
is to hear your voice and see your face
When I can't get my hands on you
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7. |
Forever
04:58
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A wise man once observed
that if you can't move back, it's time to move ahead
I have nothing left in this world --- not even a secret
Seeing nothing, feeling everything
On the surface, not much there to see
Forever, for me, is not such a long time anymore
The universe is indifferent to any plans I've made
Forever is not as long as it once seemed
Silent screams reach no one else, just echoes in my head
Forever is not as long as it once seemed
Forever, for me, is not such a long time anymore
When what's on my mind makes it's way to my tongue
Some things come to me in silence, sometimes with a rush
It's a matter of moment to find you here right now
Forever's not as long as it once seemed
Silence give consent
Live with wolves and you'll soon begin to howl
With a tongue like a sword, dispensing truth
And empty words for those who need them...
Forever, for me, is not such a long time anymore
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