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From my mining days I can say, people are obsessed with shiny things
It’s scary to see humans act like flies, gather in hoards towards artificial light
I wonder where it comes from, from a beauty that was undone?
Heard a local claim you’re a soiled dove; well you’re the sweetest bird that I know of
I believe, there’s more than one soul for all the wanderers of this world
But I’m not big on guarantees; believe in a little bit of loyalty
Exercise love like a kite, let it fly and hold on tight
The train is coming; the train is coming for us
We’re getting the hell out of Cripple Creek
Your love is a finicky thing,
Like a B52, with a rickety wing
Enough in the tank, to blow this whole thing
I can feel it fly, I can feel it swing
Who’s got some wine, who’s got some wine? Well, pour it! (pour it)
We all make too much noise, all take too much time for bullshit (for bullshit)
From now on there’s only love for me
I’ll be an old man, blowing harp to an ancient breeze
Though I’ve been fooled, it’s the only life I see
The ground never looked so good, or moved so good under my feet
We’re getting the hell out of Cripple Creek
Your love is a finicky thing,
Like a B52, with a rickety wing
Enough in the tank, to blow this whole thing
I can feel the night, I can feel the morning
If we are lucky, our hips could still rock a beat
If I’m an old man, it would not be because of me
If we are to be, these are always dancing feet
Wouldn’t be an old man; it would not be because of me
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Dr. Joseph
02:59
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If I had not learned all I had before, I lost my cool in Marseille
I may not want to stay, it might have got away
But life has taught me, to roll with the punches
The good and the ugly, come on in rolling like hell
Come on in rolling like hell
Dr. Joseph is knocking on my door
So I am knocking on wood
I do not believe in foolery
But hell, I could use some luck
Dr. Joseph, what do you have for me?
Will it bring me to my knees?
Should I roll up my sleeves, or now rest my feet?
What do you have for me?
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Superboy
04:20
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Soon there’ll be roses
And our pockets will be filled with posy
And we’ll all tumble down
Oh but Superboy, yea Superboy
Not you
Ain’t no shame for wanting to fly
(Ain’t no shame)
Ain’t no shame for wanting to live your life
(Ain’t no shame)
Hugs now for papa
Blow kisses to mama
Sail on now ‘til you gotta
You won’t be seeing the ground for some tim
Soon there’ll be roses
And our pockets will be filled with posy
And we’ll all fall down
Oh but Superboy, yea Superboy
Not you
Ain’t no shame for wanting to fly
(Ain’t no shame)
Ain’t no shame for wanting to live your life
(Ain’t no shame)
Hugs now for papa
Blow kisses to mama
Sail on now ‘til you gotta
You won’t be seeing the ground for some time
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Belly of the Beast
03:44
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Hanging on the floor, banging on the door
Of a dream we cast out, out into the sea
With an anchor tethered around its’ feet
We did not want to see it
Now we are diving into the belly of the beast
Now we are sailing blind, across the seven seas
…Looking for something we just threw away
A stronger man would stumble, a lesser man would fall to the crows
I’m somewhere in the middle, right in the thick of a barrel roll
When you lose your love to the rough sea
Can lose sight of why the hell we breathe
But over time you’ll find, takes more than tether to keep it tied
And when it unwinds, open your weary mind
You see, a radio station can be a man’s best friend
A record player can get him on until then
So do tune in
Now we are diving into the belly of the beast
Now we are sailing blind, across the seas
Could get a little rocky
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Strange Vessel
05:44
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(Intro)
I like to watch candles burn
Perhaps, I was a caveman once before
After the time of the dinosaur
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This boat ain’t big enough for the both of us
We’ll make it work dear
You already vetoed me diving off the side, and I thank you for it
Then you dropped some knowledge, I won’t soon forget
Said, “Death is but the passing of the worlds, and what cannot die cannot be dead”
All we are, all we are
Is but a vessel
A strange vessel, to travel the worlds in
With our willy nilly little souls
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All we are, all we are
Is but a vessel
A strange vessel
To take us on, to take us on
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Ain't Past Mine
03:38
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The groove in your step
Says you’ve lost some life
See the wolves and the moon
Blowing you kisses goodnight
The kid on the stoop
Says it’s past your time
Well keep the kitchen open homey
Cuz it ain’t past mine
And that safety blanky you’re wearing
Must keep you wrapped up tight
And those dreams you’ve been dreaming
The only time you’d risk a flight
If you ever wake from a slumber
In the dead of a winter night
The quickest way to light a fire
Is to fucking reignite it
It ain’t past mine
It ain’t past mine
Keep telling me I can’t sing
Like I care about those words
Like they’re gonna save me from
Something that’s gonna get me hurt
Well I already bled
Most to all my own blood
So thanks for listening,
But I let my own ears work
Keep telling me I can’t play
We better stop the show
Keep telling me I can’t sing
I guess I’ll have to flow
If we can’t find the right words
We can find the dance floor
Shake up the space
I’m not ready to go home
It ain’t past mine
It ain’t past mine
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In moments of clarity, we are so grateful
In moments of clarity, we are so beautiful
If only there was more clarity
If only there was more clarity
Honey now, what we would see
These are the times, we’re feeding to our mind
We keep them numb, and we keep them high
Oh my, good times, with nothing profound in sight
Oh my, good times with nothing profound in sight
Prescribe prescribe, more medicine for my mind
On the verge of something beautiful
Oh, but it must be shared
And blank stares, not a care, to be found anywhere
Blank stares, not a care, to be found anywhere
Like our friend, our friend the Wooly
Can’t be found anywhere
Shalom
Shook it, shook it
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She Thinks She's a Kite
04:07
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She wants me to give chase, into enchanted woods
Hell I’m cool walking in, hands locked in as one
But hell, she just likes to Run
She should know, I’ve got a tin man’s heart and a smoker’s lung
She just likes to run
If you wanted to fly, the wind was blowing our way fool
She wants me to jump out of an airplane in the sky
I’m cool, with the clouds just whizzing right on by
But hell, she thinks she’s a kite
She should know, I’ve got no chute and I’m afraid of heights
She thinks she’s a kite
If you wanted to fly the wind was blowing our way fool
If you wanted to fly the wind was blowing our way fool
The wind was blowing our way
If you wanted to fly the wind was blowing our way fool
The wind was blowing our way
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Humans
03:56
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Farewell, to the glaciers
Soon they will be, like the Yeti
We’ll eat our spaghetti
Oh oh, humans are the worst
Farewell to the honeybees
Someone must be behind on their money, man
What’s the fee?
Oh oh, humans are the worst
Someone truly awful must be behind the wall
Rewarded for their addiction, to consume it all
(optimism)
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Handcuff King
02:26
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I can keep one foot in the water
Yes we’ve had our thrills
I can feel it getting hotter
So I keep one in the hills
Would the handcuff king
Leave himself an out?
If there were magic
Flowing from his spout
Gotta keep my head right
Gotta keep it on
Gotta keep my love tight
Gotta keep it strong
All the clothes they have torn
Still dangle from me
All the shoes I have worn
I left hanging in a tree
The man I could become
Is greater than the one I see
Then my love
Could be stronger than the see
Gotta keep my head right
Gotta keep it on
Gotta keep my love tight
Gotta keep it strong
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11. |
Acid Tree
06:30
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Took myself a shower, to ease my mind
And I grew a spiky tail, right out of my spine
Who’s gonna explain that?
Who’s gonna bring me back?
Oh, welcome to the acid tree
Serving as my sanctuary
Saving me from the atrocities I have seen
Oh oh, ahhhh
Oh oh, oh
Caught my reflection, didn’t like what I saw
It was a see-saw from knee to jaw,
Left my feet hanging in the air
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I said good morning, to everyone in the street
Damn it felt good, to be back on my feet
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Oh, welcome to the acid tree
Serving as my sanctuary
Saving me from the atrocities I have seen
Oh oh, ahhhh
Oh oh, oh
Well I made it through, better than I came into
Will we make it through better than we came into?
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The Lazy Kids Minneapolis, Minnesota
Recorded @ Full Circle Studios
Engineered & Mixed by Matt Bombich
Mastered by Tom Garneau
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