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Seagulls
07:07
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There was a boy in the back yard, he was digging a hole
He had a strange affection for seedlings
And he was all up on xylem and down in the phloem
It was all so revealing
We can talk about plant life or your life or my life
Or the ways in which we all grow apart
But sooner or later we'll be compost for the new life
And we'll cry, cry a lullaby
I caught the motion detector pick up on some movement
He was getting an eye-full
Those wide-angle lenses, they narrow your senses
And keep you up on that fly,s wall
We could talk about your view or my view or get an overview,
Or anything that gives us a little perspective
But sooner or later these lines will converge in a fine, fine lullaby
Now all these ladies are up high in their slippers and
They're laughing like seagulls
Trying to catch a big fish or maybe reel in a skipper
And give him with an earful
We can talk about houseboats or lifeboats or dreamboats
Or other vessels that keep us afloat
But sooner than later your ship will come in with dry, dry lullaby
I knew an old lady, she popped like a balloon
She was so full of hot air
She said “get your make believe friends outta my room or I,ll
Lock the door with them in there!”
Now we can talk about helium or valium or delirium
Or anything that carries us away
But sooner or later I will meet my maker and I'll sigh, sigh a lullaby
Silence settles like dust in the room
I have strange affection for evening
And with the darkness my movie begins
And I,m pretty sure I,m not dreaming
But now the priest on the road holds the end of a rope he says,
“Do I have to tell you again?
Every severed end is a story untold
And you don,t have to know how it ends”
So fly, fly like a feather
My, my, I'm alone
Tie, tie us together
Bye bye goes the rope
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2. |
Little Italy
03:58
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I’ve known you, little Cyrano, now for a while
And I’ve known you, Pinocchio, and I’m in denial
You bark like a straw dog in my face
And tell me that no one can take my place
And you put me down carefully
I know you try
Just drop me off in Little Italy
And say goodbye
A million stairs, little warrior, put you on the top
Now the oldest son takes care of her, it’s not what you thought
And everyone says, “Oh, it’s not that bad”
And anyway no one can tell you that
And I’m not the enemy
So don’t go cry
Just drop me off in Little Italy
And say goodbye
The secrets of the sky lie in the dome
They come from the past and they drive you home
And you try to hide from me
And I don’t know why
Drop me off in Little Italy
And say goodbye
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Wave of a Wand
03:30
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They clocked the tower with giant hands
To regulate unruly clans
Of roving minds and brilliant plans
Thus smoothing over castled sands
You were young to break this pattern
Playing hoola hoops with Saturn
Dancing under Heaven’s lantern
Surfing on the waves of the aftershock
Emanating from a new discovery
I see the wave of a wand and it’s magic
I see the waves of the sea, how they travel
Then I see you wave goodbye to me
Beneath the water’s cold reflection
Hoping for a resurrection
Blinking eyes in all directions
You were on your journey to be free
The sun must have the warmest touch
But you were kind to give as much
I wish I’d been around to watch you
Surfing on the waves of the aftershock
Emanating from a new discovery
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4. |
The Right Star
01:57
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Everything’s coming up roses
It’s just a big thorn in my side
Even this pocket of posies
Turns to ashes in front of my eyes
Dangerous metaphor prose is
Catching the poet in a lie
What it is to be overexposed
I understand in a new light
But I got my eye on the one
I got my eye on the one now
After the last café closes
The street becomes still in the night
Women in elegant poses
Are frozen in plastic delight
So I am set into motion
The orchard will soon be denied
But I never dreamed of expulsion
With no time to say our goodbyes
But I’ve got my eye on the right one
I’ve got my eye on the right one
I’ve got my eye on the right one now
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5. |
So Long, So Fast
06:48
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Sad eyes looking out the window in vain
You love to ride on the bullet train to some place you’ve never been
That bullet breathes life heavy into your ear from miles away
But you think you hear the sound of a passing year
So long, so fast
I followed your tracks
I found you at last
So long
You look through the eyes in the back of your head
But what you don’t see, you believe instead
Leave truth hanging on a thread
Some people are blind, some people are seen
But most of us fall somewhere in between, jumping a wider stream
Elevator going up into eternity
And I’m looking at the people not looking at me
And now I’m 29 stories higher than I should be
And I’m counting the minutes ’til they set you free
From the blink of an eye to the squeeze of a hand
I start to believe what I don’t understand
I’m still looking at the man I love
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Soldier
02:40
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The wind snuck around like a dirty trick
And blew life into the weather vane
I was mapping out a course to get over it
Through the eye of the hurricane
Once I was clear of the elements
I saw colors I had never known
Once I was clear of the alphabet
My thoughts became my own
And I was
Free like a stormy sea
Like a melody
Like a masterpiece or
Like a soldier coming home
Love is a wind with a mighty will
On a road it must go down
Whistles into your room through the windowsill
Wants to take you for a spin around
But if you can ride on top of it
You’ll be free
Free like a stormy sea
Like a melody
Like a masterpiece or
Like a soldier coming home
Free like a tragedy
Like a memory
Like eternity
Like a soldier coming home
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7. |
City Bird
02:49
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Pretty bird, pretty bird
Why’re you on the ground?
City bird, city bird
You could leave this town
While hopes on the surface
Are soaring away
You breeze through a hardened landscape
For day-old bread
Without a word, without a word
You made me turn around
I thought I heard, I thought I heard
Your whistle make no sound
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8. |
Fast Train
04:03
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Wind come blowing
Through the station
It’s a fast train I’m on
Speed, a sorry innovation
It’s a fast train I’m on
What’s the hurry?
You are blurry
Wind is all I hear
Not to worry
Being blurry
Keeps me in the clear
There’s no stopping at the station
It’s a fast train I’m on
No goodbyes or salutations
It’s a fast train I’m on
Papers blowing round the station
It’s a fast train I’m on
Spinning golden conversation
My train has come and gone
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9. |
Golden Anchor
03:54
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It was a hard winter
For the apple trees here
Kissed by El Niño with tropical tears
Now the fruits of labor laying half awake
Beneath the ground
And we’re counting up the fallen
Selling sorrows by the pound
You spoke of traveling
And wearing a wig
You say you didn’t
And I say you did
I swear I heard you saying something
’Bout a camouflage
About a hidden city only entered
Through a great mirage
But with your golden anchor
You’re not going far
You should be thankful
To be where you are
And here I was thinking
You had already gone
Already gone
A walk down through the meadow
There’s a buzz in my ear
A sting in my ankle
From a crushed can of beer
I’m trying to catch a breath
Of some familiar air
I’m trying to remember what it is
That brought me here
Don’t fall apart
Just look at the stars
We’re just as small
As they are far
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10. |
Worried, Hoping
03:41
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All was broken but the silence
Upon the ending of a song
And the sound of conversation
After everyone was gone
Something very weathered
Something done in vain
Something written with a finger
On a chilly windowpane
Something I once thought of
And later would forget
Something I am proud of
And later will regret
It’s the space between the notes
I know it’s never twice the same
It’s the sound that falls
Between two drops of rain
It’s like holding water in your hands
It goes through your Giacometti fingers
Through the filagree
Now you all look the same
Now we’re worried, hoping,
We’ll be better off in the afterlife
Worried, hoping, it all will
Come around again
Worried, hoping, we’ll be better off
In the afterlife
Worried, hoping, for another chance
To make amends
Amen, Amen, Amen
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Did anyone ask about me all the years that I was sleeping
There was a beginning, an end, and I don’t know what happened in between
Then a knock on the door and a note on the floor and still I don’t know the meaning
But it rolled me over, left me sober, and wide awake
Time mustn’t be linear because I feel no sense of direction
The fact that I’m ruled by my feelings, you liken it to an infection
You don’t miss a beat, an unbelievable feat that I manage to escape detection
It’s so hard to get away from you under the light of day
Now people are rushing to houses of glory
They’re answering prayers now, story by story
They’re coming out of the woods
They’re coming out of the woods
Reason is noble, that’s using your head
But it’ll drive you to an early subterranean bed
And you’ll be out of the woods that day
With smoke and mirrors
There was an old chimney of stone, it stood bare in the snow and was freezing
The old house had burned down, it was some kind of domestic treason
I don’t believe anymore but I’m accountable for eating fruit that is not in season
And I’m so grateful for those little things that get me through the day
Like smoke and mirrors
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12. |
No Such Number
02:12
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Everybody inside
Skies are threatening
Stirring up a motion
With the clothing on the line
I always love the day
When night comes early
Voluntary grey is
Easy on the eyes
Easy on the eyes
Everybody outside
Walls are crumbling
Letting go the ceilings and
Letting in the sky
Somebody’s out there
Sounds like whistling
Someone who knows something
’Bout the falling of the wires
The falling of the wires
Everybody inside
Out and wondering
How to get the sun back
In the sky
Making plans to paint a
Brand-new sunset
Building up the scaffolding
1000 miles high
1000 miles high
Does anybody live
At no such number?
Is that a place where I could go?
Is that a place where I could go?
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13. |
Ironbound Island
04:22
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Hanging the clothes on the line
The sunʼs hiding behind the trees
She sees the patterns are mine
And she asks what itʼs like to be me
And I say, “I donʼt mind”
So I point out the traffic in the sky
And I tell her I think itʼs a shame
And she says that having lived over 70 years
You learn even the skyʼs bound to change
And she says, “I donʼt mind”
Goodbye to Ironbound Island
Goodbye to you I have better things to do with my time
Time to get off this island
There is no safe harbor
Except for the one in my mind
Sheʼs selling her house now on Ironbound
Where the sun makes the little birds sing
Sheʼs already found an apartment in town
And I ask, “wonʼt you miss anything?”
She says, “I donʼt mind”
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14. |
Live On Love
03:47
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Goats in Trees New York, New York
Goats in Trees started in Brooklyn NY in 1997. Jason Crigler, Monica Cohen, Jeff Hill, Tony Mason & John Mettam, the band started playing regularly in and around New York. This allowed them to build a following and gain airplay among East Coast college radio. They recorded three albums: When the Morning Comes, Smoke and Mirrors, and The Golden Thread. ... more
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