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Human Race Staircase
01:46
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If the I feel day in day out be true
and all that is left is to give and to prove
then therein lies my most sincere thank you.
Aren't things better
haven't they changed
look at us waging the wage.
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Cocky, your music doesn't move me
Showman, a new chord sometimes helps
Rock and Roll loves drama queens
Ring tones, sell out your mind big time
Head-buzz, beer sells, singles fade away
Rock and Roll loves movie screens
And he said, don't think of me this way
And he said, don't think of me this way
Not sure lasting means no change
Quite sure speaking your mind won't change
Won't change
Don't wait for me I'm holding on
Things that people hear are gone
But I'm still anchored in Gorham House
And at night, with raptured darkness, flicking lights
Breathing seas and downtown fights
There's few a man who gets things right
And he said, don't think of me this way
And he sang words he thought they hoped he'd say
And it slipped from his soul each passing phrase
All night, beer sells, singles fade away
All night
All night
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My love
I'm not changing, for them
Grab hold, of my hand when I start swinging
When I was young
Didn't have me no girl
Spent all my time
Exploring the world
I was brilliant and kind, didn't need no big sign to explain distance
As I grew old
I must have gone blind
Some women misused me
And I lost all my pride
I saw her face in a flash, felt that girl she could match my expectations
She has a ball, and all without a net to stop her fall
Don't you understand this is what they mean when they say ain't life grand
They'll swear and smile and say, she's floating man, you'll tumble when she goes away
She handles herself with the greatest of ease
She doesn't look down, and she doesn't look back
She's leaving this town, but she says she'll be back
She handles herself with the greatest of ease,
My girl on the flying trapeze
Swinging, and then we'll be swinging
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4. |
Poor Boy
05:14
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People acting pious these days
Like they don't have two shoulder blades
The devil he don't care either way
People playing dangerous games
Like love is fuel to fan the flames
You can't cry wolf without some change, shame
It's you poor boy, poor boy it's true,
Poor boy today you'll be on the shore
You're sure to be the first one to cry
It's you poor boy, poor boy it's true,
Poor boy today you'll be on the shore
You're sure to be the first one to cry
Ask and it shall be given to you
When tables lift and glass-balls shine
Can you heed the witches rhyme?
People running to stand still
Make just enough to pop some pills
Who's got time to sleep with all these bills
People sing songs into the ears
Of elephants of war and puppeteers
Forget the troops to fear the queers
We people smiling even though
Don't need to worry, just need to grow
Cause we've got each other
Don't you know?
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Carry, Carry B
Leave in a big black car
For the man on the stand, with his tongue in his hand
Swings from a branch in the park
Carry, Carry B
Sleeps with grey ghosts in the sheets
In the arms of a man, who's cold blood warmed your hands
Has the crows now to pull them apart
And you believe in saving the spark
Of a killer you kissed in the dark
Carry, Carry B
Wiping tears from your cheeks
Granted grace to a face who'd seen men laid to waste
By the rod of some white gowned police
And you believe in saving the spark
Of a killer you kissed in the dark
And you were taught that some folks were born to be broken
But why should we change when we're the ones God has chosen
Miss Carry, a snake at your feet
Miss Carry, chained to your wicked belief
Miss Carry, live your days in retreat
Miss Carry, each day we are washed to the sea
Miss Carry, each day we are washed to the sea
Miss Carry, each day
Carry, Carry B
Live your life in retreat
From a creed on the street, that says a black man can eat
In the seat of your rightly deceased
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6. |
Summer Yawns
03:58
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Warm weather sun setter fowl feather
Summer yawns
Wake up at noon no e-mail milk and spoon
Open all the windows watch the tube
Weekend whirls see sun-girls free forming
Love yous
Make-up washed off beer eyes gone leave the room
Neither one of you has more to prove
The some days summer times
I plan to change my mind
And just fade away
The some days summer times
Affect my thoughts like wine
And make things OK
I'm thinking just to screw
The things I'd planned to do
Wind washing stream swimming fourth freedom
Sky shows
Loud looking bright sounding mouth moving kiss starting star
Lighting earth shaking mind baking sex crazing grass staining freedom
Raining thoughts that this is the meaning
That freedom isn't doing a damn thing
Tonight I'm leaving it up to you
The ocean slowing ebbing
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7. |
King Will Call
06:03
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How many times will I wipe my weeping eyes
When the message in the bottle reads lies
Stand down my child
I've just requested a meeting with the king
To inquire the location of my wings
Stand down my things
I'm too caught up in happenstance
To notice seasons changing
I'm trading my suitcase
For a statement
Of redemption
There are times when I hear angels laugh
At the tribulation of the living
And they wonder at the frantic style
Of those who live without forgiving
And the king will call me when he's ready
Though I may not be too willing
It's less about myself
And more about self-giving
We are but leaves, in this autumn breeze
Watch how the fall of changing ages, leaves no one free
Well excuse me, but the king he will call
And we'll be together, when the new spring does dawn
And in the cold dead of winter
You're known for your trigger and your gall
You'll wish the life you've lived had meant something
Cause sooner or later
What matters is the king will call
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Lonely Lovely
04:27
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Today's the day
I get my pay
And try her way
Lovely Lonely
I feel the need
To pay your fee
All cash agreed
Punch in honey
And let me see
On second thought
All bets are off
I don't want to pay if you receive
Take a moment
Lonely Lovely
Do you own it
This perfect body
Consult a cracking man who burns to feed you lies
And bites the hand that cups your mouth from time to time
You nervous thief
Without a sheet to reach your feet
She joked as she made fun of me
Make love to me if you'll agree
This won't buy wine and dirty magazines
Don't use and confuse my love
With your old man's disease
Take a moment
Lonely Lovely
Do you own it
This perfect body
Consult a cracking man who burns to feed you lies
And bites the hand that cups your mouth from time to time
And bites the hand that cups your mouth from time to time
Make love to me if you'll agree
You nervous thief
She did decree take your money
Curl up and dream near me asleep
Asleep,
Asleep
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10. |
Less Than Rain
04:15
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Some will say
I'm feeling less than rain
Some don't need
To understand less it bleeds
Do you see, I hold the song
Where I understand a feeling
Where you criticize the meaning
To a love I understand
The right, the wrong
And then the feeling's gone
I hear you
Criticize the truth, You'll Say
"True or not,
We are all alone in thought"
We are not alone in thought
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Home
05:00
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Home is where the heart is, she said to me
The shifting of my eyes said 'I disagree, completely'
I paid the bill and I hit the streets
And the lack of heat made my nose freeze
The shifting of my eyes said, 'I disagree, completely'
The dim lit walls of the mellow bar, spoke to me
They said, 'seek not more than you can speak with family, or friends' company'
I wondered if I missed the envy green
And a thought of home became my scene
Seek not more than you can speak with family, or friends' company
She said I told you so, I told you so
She said I told you so, I told you so
Home is where the heart is, she said to me
The shifting of my eyes said, 'I disagree, slighty'
I paid the bill and I hit the streets
And the lack of heat makes matters freeze
The shifting of my eyes said, 'I disagree, unfortunately'
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12. |
45
09:49
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Play me twice
I don't wear thin
I don't snap and pop unless alone
I could win
You could just stare
As I spin and smile and turn the dial
I'm so tired
Of playing shit through and through
And tap dancing my words for you
Homeward like Paul
I'm out of here in a bad way
I'm shut off, so don't push play
She does abuse
She is old news
She lacks the man to do her right
Being discordant
You only really notice me
Inside a perfect harmony
Play me twice backwards
I have no secret messages
You only send me your invitations
I am a vinyl human
She's the needle under my skin
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