1. |
Getting The Gist
04:25
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i took a long hard look
at the sun-drenched babbling brook
suspended on a fallen log
before i made my way across
the myriad and glistening webs
they caught my eye, they caught my head
i took a long hard look
at the sun-drenched babbling brook
i'm becoming a botanist, a physicist, a neurologist
now i'm getting the gist and i'd be remiss
to dismiss all the fistfuls of trysts accrued in my lists
now i'm getting the gist
i took a seat in that stream
so serene, so sparkling clean
seeds spilling from treetops
swirling little drops of dye
life right left
caught my eye, it caught my head
i took a seat in that stream
so serene, so sparkling clean
i'm becoming a botanist, a physicist, a neurologist
now i'm getting the gist and i'd be remiss
to dismiss all the fistfuls of trysts accrued in my lists
now i'm getting the gist
i brought the elixir to my tongue
and proposed a toast to all my children unsung
as my extremities grew numb
i understood from where i had come
from where i had come
i'm becoming a botanist, a physicist, a neurologist
now i'm getting the gist and i'd be remiss
to dismiss all the fistfuls of trysts accrued in my lists
now i'm getting the gist
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2. |
A Wonderful Place
02:48
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you think it's not gonna work out but
turns out you're wrong
i'm going to a wonderful place and
you're coming along
i fixed up our old broken-down car
even cleaned the seats
so pack up whatever you want to bring
and get in here beside me
it can get hard out on the road i know
when you can barely remember your home
and the long nights
of tail lights
burn into your mind as a neverending glow
but i picked the best destination and
i know the path by heart
so don't hold back a word or a movement
that would pull you apart
from the fullness of insects and petals
from their enormous size
open your toes and your fingertips
but don't try to specify
the way things have to go the way the leaves must fall
because i promise that is something you can't control at all
no, in the cold spring
as the day is dying
let the raindrops join you pouring out the waterfall
you think it's not gonna work out but
turns out you're wrong
i'm going to a wonderful place and
you're coming along
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3. |
Gucci Gas Mask
03:28
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there's no one about as the smog descends
schools are shuttered and the street bereft
of pedestrians and automobiles
the cloying stench stings the nostrils
beijing is a ghost town now
i've never seen this metropolis so uncrowded
we must stay indoors
on government orders
but ambling through the thick particulate
a shadowy figure in a suit bespoke
unbroken by the poisoned air
he thinks he can afford not to care
in his gold-plated gucci gas mask
atmospheric stratification has reached its upper limits
we peer fearfully from behind drawn curtains
at his monstrous and moneyed countenance
he thinks he can afford to take the chance
in his gold-plated gucci gas mask
transfixed by the splendor amidst the spew
there's not a lot left for us to do
but to rush him in the middle of the street
coughing and with bloodied hands, he falls at our feet
in his gold-plated gucci gas mask
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4. |
Keep A Secret
05:07
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can you keep a secret??????
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5. |
All You've Got
02:51
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i'm a cloud with no condensation
i'm a computer with no bits of information
i'm a clown without oversize shoes
i'm a war of attrition with no sign of a truce
i'm a parrot without a master to mimic
i'm an earnest busker with no eye-catching gimmick
i'm a little late to the party
i'm a welterweight boxer and the ko's still smarting
give me all you've got
i'm coming up short but i'm coming on hot
i'm a level without a bubble
i'm a rebel who can't seem to get in trouble
i'm a twelve-step program with no higher power
i'm a curmudgeon without a decent glower
give me all you've got
i'm coming up short but i'm coming on hot
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6. |
Fresh And Spry
03:14
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i'm gonna go for this feeling
and i don't know why
i'll be back in the morning
fresh and spry
perspicacious perpetrators prolonging their predicament
plying plumes of profoundly portentous pigments and patterns
ascertaining the androgynous arbitrations of the aural emanations
excavated from antiquarian caverns
i got a loose-lipped radar blip beholden to smouldering sticklers
pickled in the brine of time and wicking out the perspiration
elevate the base intentions breaking up the intervention
take a number have a seat we'll call you up for armageddon
i'm gonna go for this feeling
and i don't know why
i'll be back in the morning
fresh and spry
i got a quiver full of hemidemisemiquavers and i'm on a mission
to slay the dragon or maybe i'll just go fishing
for a distant emission straight from a quasar or the horses mouth
if i don't turn the volume down i might get a little bit hoarse now
i don't mind the risk
whisk my away in the clutch of your winged wrists
sublimate your thirst for the splinters of former bliss
i'm gonna go for this feeling
and i don't know why
i'll be back in the morning
fresh and spry
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