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Absolutes
03:21
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God called out to all his neighbors,
“Sorry for the mess I made us.”
“I’ll try anything once,” said the Savior.
“I’ll never try that one again.”
Years go by we find the sacred
Reading holy books in the basement.
I reach out for lowest hanging
Fruits for a chance at absolutes.
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Ramblings
03:07
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I don’t know how to tell you what I need
I only want you to be happy and
Happy because you’re with me.
Things go from great to feeling poor,
And oh, that face of disappointment
It’s the worst one that you ever wore.
So how do people learn to weather love?
How long do you chew on the stuff?
How do you know when to spit it up?
I knew I loved you when try as I may
I just couldn't hold you close enough
I had to take a bite and have a taste.
Now you’re so close that I can barely see your face,
Feels like the grace is gone
And all the grace continues just to fall down.
So if there comes a day to think for me
And not for us
Will I be made of the stuff strong enough to break the habit of your love?
Cause I’ve got piles in my bed
And I can smell you on my clothes and in
Places I’m sure I don’t even know
About yet.
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Babe You Were Right
03:55
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I was on my way back
Musing about my muse
Shining like Los Angeles in ruins.
Oh, I sing my invocation
I sing in exultation
About the rapture in the singing of your blues.
I play a hollow instrument
Hollow like an epithet
That tries to sum a body in a word or two.
Still, I wanted to trim down and see
How little I could make of me
And how much I could be filled up with you.
And babe you were right
That the stars in the sky are just as dead
As they are bright.
And babe you stay true
To the cold calculations
That your heart will bid of you.
I travel through a land of doubt
I dream about your sugar mouth
I wonder about our footprints in the dune.
Yes and if there is a place for me
I find it in my wandering
And every restless, running afternoon.
And babe you were right
That the stars in the sky are just as dead
As they are bright.
And babe you stay true
To the cold calculations
That your heart will bid of you.
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4. |
California
04:39
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I was bored I guess, I was lost at best
Trying to find the sum
California come, California come.
Don’t you look that way
There’s no math to be done, there’s No argue to be won
California come, California come.
There’s a river thick and low, finer Than a whetting stone
Wear your fingers to the bone
California come, California come.
It was she who took me there, took My clothes and cut my hair
When she left me I was numb
California come, California come.
There are no stars in the sky, just a Pale summer night
They’re all hiding with the sun
California come, California come.
There are those who would try, stand And point at the sky
As if there’s something to be won
California come, California come.
By the old growth trees, I will wait for My peace
I’ll be right where I belong
California come, California come.
If you look for me there, I’ll be resting
In my chair
There’ll be no more to be done
California come, California come.
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5. |
Bobbing Heads
03:50
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Out
In the crowd
Watching the heads bob up
Watching the heads bob down.
Pick
Pick one out
How to pick now?
How to pick anyhow?
Is it right?
Thing we call love leaves
Everyone else out.
World to ourselves,
World to leave everyone else out of.
Broke
In two pieces
Wonder if playing for keeps is just
Amorous weakness.
Is it right?
Thing we call love leaves
Everyone else out.
World to ourselves,
World to leave everyone else out of.
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High Ceilings
03:25
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I remember, I could never forget
On the night that we first met
Eyes holding
Eyes golden
Eyes as cold as, as cold as it gets
Hearts holding
Arms folding
Arms as cold as, as cold as it gets
I remember, I could never forget
On the night that we first met
High branches
High ceilings
High hopes and high feelings
Hearts holding
Onto branches
No falling, I'm falling for you again
I remember, I could never forget
On the night that we first met
High water
Cold ankles
We’re screaming
I started believing
On that beach that night you were mine
Rough water
Hearts holding
Onto ankles
I started believing
On that beach that night you were mine
You were mine
Oh, you were mine.
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Evening Lamps
02:32
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Loving in a round
Put fingers down
No pointing here.
Found a small amount
Enough to count
My blessings clear.
Light the evening lamps
I give my thanks
And draw you near.
I am giving what I’m getting, finally.
I am getting what I’m giving, finally.
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