1. |
Bitter Suite, Pt. 2
04:36
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Are you getting on in years?
Are you getting on with the fear?
Are you getting on just fine?
You got nothing but time?
Look over your shoulder...
Are you getting on by now?
You get along somehow?
Do you get farther when…
You ask less of your friends?
Look over your shoulder…
There’s a crack in the wall that you built at your back,
for keeping them out, but instead it’s keeping you in...
There’s a crack in the wall that you built at your back,
for keeping them out, but instead it’s keeping you OUT...
Why don’t you come back inside? We miss you.
Please come back inside.
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2. |
Not You
04:38
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And that time you left us, was that not the best of all in the world you could do
Shaking off the summer, another awkward number shouts at the world with the blues
But not you… no no not you…
He won’t go near the water,
your mother’s sister’s daughter walks through the walls with his excuse…
From the next beginning, they were ever spinning,
Hoping their north could be true
But not you… no no not you…
There’s no love like, like this one, man. … There’s no air anywhere…
I don’t know what, you’ve been told, but… No other air could compare...
As you squirm and twist in, this megalopolis and, hustle for water and food…
Tie your dreams up tight and, wrapped in dynamite, man...
We leave today for the moon...
But not you… no no not you…
As you turn the corner, another grand performer slips from the crowd in the nude…
You thought they wanted beauty, what they wanted, truly...
To sleep through the fireworks at noon...
But not you… no no not you…
There’s no love like, like this one, man… There’s no air anywhere...
I don’t know what, you’ve been told, but… No other air could compare…
There’s no light like we see at night, There’s no air anywhere…
I don’t know what, you’ve been told, but… No other air could compare...
Sore, but not sick
Ideas seeping down like dirty water
Sick, but not dead
But not you… no no not you…
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3. |
Harvard Or Not
05:03
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All roads lead North
For what it’s all worth
There’s a trail up ahead
All winds blow West
Or at least that’s your best guess
There’s a trail under foot
Harvard or not. Harvard or not.
In light of all, we’ve seen and heard
It makes no sense, to follow the herd
Don’t you spend all your time, Waiting to stand in line
You’re not a mime, (though you wear the clothes)
All signs say South
Take that thing out of your mouth
There’s a train leaving soon
Harvard or not. Harvard or not. Harvard or not. Harvard or not.
In light of all, we’ve seen and heard
It might make sense, to leave the herd
Don’t you spend all your time, Waiting to stand in line
You’re not a mime, though you wear the clothes,
JUST GROW YOUR ROSE
All trains go East,
All roads lead North
All winds blow West
All signs say South
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4. |
Theresa
06:48
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Theresa migrates, into the desert
She is a secret, she is the present
She walks into the, eternal summer
Away from letters, away from numbers
and haters and lovers
The quickest siren, the river canyon
She makes a bed down, under the banyan
Theresa enters, a kind of loving
Theresa enters, a kind of nothing
a kind of nothing, a kind of nothing
I’m all eyes
Half a smile and lost time
Neptune burns black skies
And the seas get hot, but not from the sun
And the earth gets hot, and we’re on the run
I bet you won’t wait for me
I beg you, don’t wait for me
We all are ghosts now, we start at zero
We are electrodes, our veins are heroes
Adrenal dances and blue romances
The planets capsize, we had our chances
We had our dances, We had romances
We had our chances
Theresa, life is a burning candle
And so much baggage with broken handles
Abandoned early, abandoned often
The heart will harden, the heart will soften
Into the cradle, into the coffin
Into the cradle, Into the coffin
I’m all eyes
Half a smile and lost time
Neptune burns black skies
And the seas get hot, but not from the sun
And the earth gets hot, and we’re on the run
I bet you won’t wait for me
I beg you, don’t wait for me
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Of the ropes that you know… this one seems the softest to the touch…
A miracle, as such… The stuff that dreams were made…
The night of your wedding day.
A marriage to the Sun.
Hallowed be thy name.
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6. |
Martha Street
03:42
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Another latent night and Martha Street is wired asleep
That backlit rooms all filled with backslid minds, intent on a screen
I’m thinking of shapes you can’t digest, and driving them home
I’m thinking of names you can’t process, and driving them home
Shadow, Movement in moonglow
And i’m gone, I’ll be gone, So gone…
Shadow, Movement in moonglow
And i’m gone, I’ll be gone, So gone…
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7. |
The Name Of The Star
05:36
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(instrumental)
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8. |
That Thing
04:46
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I can still hear you, from the back of the room
I can still hear you, from the back of the room
We got that thing
Don’t let ‘em tell you, there’s a break in your stride
Don’t let ‘em tell you, there’s a break in your stride
You got that thing
I can still feel you, on the back of my neck
I can still feel you, on the back of my neck
We got that thing
Don’t let ‘em tell you, there’s a break in your spine
Don’t let ‘em tell you, there’s a break in your spine
You got that thing
Don’t let ‘em bend you, it’ll break you in time
Don’t let ‘em bend you, it’ll break you in time
We got that thing…
We got that thing…
I can still hear you… I can still hear you… I can still hear you…
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9. |
Honky Tonk Video, Pt. 1
04:21
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And when they take their time, Just let em know, you’re fine
That you’ve been fighting fires, out near the Great Divide
Honky Tonk Video is laughing at your culture
I’m on record though, as laughing at the vultures
Detuned stereos and mechanized convulsions
It’s a miracle, we’re spitting in the oceans
And though you may desire, a life of fighting crime
And though you may desire, a life devoid of why
Honky Tonk Video is laughing at your culture
I’m on record though, as laughing at the vultures
Detuned stereos and mechanized convulsions
It’s a miracle, we’re spitting in the oceans
Egrets, elephants and marigolds were mentioned
While you were running down your Halliburton pensions
Egomania and eco-terror catchwords
Were being passed around while waving at the last birds
And when they take their time, Just let em know, you’re fine
And if they should inquire… Just let em know, you’re mine…
Honky Tonk Video is laughing at your culture
I’m on record though, as laughing at the vultures
Detuned stereos and mechanized convulsions
It’s a miracle, we’re spitting in the oceans
Egrets, elephants and marigolds were mentioned
While you were running down that Halliburton pension
Egomania and eco-terror catchwords
Were being passed around while waving at the last birds
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10. |
Honky Tonk Video, Pt. 2
04:11
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Without the dream of your life’s work,
Your nervous system stops to work
So we surround ourselves with us
And robots that will never rust
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Thomas Paul Boise, Idaho
Thomas Paul is a composer, multi-instrumentalist, vocalist and songwriter from Boise, Idaho. Regarded as one of the region’s most versatile, gifted musicians, Paul’s output as a bandleader/solo artist and in-demand sideman and session performer covers a wide range of genres, including garage rock, lounge blues, alt-country and folk. ... more
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