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The Ted Lavender
03:46
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Is there an astronaut
that could please grab that balloon
that floated up out of my hand
into this bright, blue afternoon
because my hands were cold
I couldn't hold
that string for the life of me
so now I stare up
feeling melancholy
And then you say
through the thick, black smoke
of all this mess we've made,
"You've always been
to me water deep enough to drown in."
I live in a box
in a basement and
I don't sleep well at night,
I stay awake most nights
but that's just fine
because the moonlight's come
adjusted to my eyes,
the moon is in my eyes
And then you say
through the thick, black smoke
of all this mess we've made,
"You've always been
to me water deep enough to drown in."
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Salvaggio's Deli
03:56
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Spider:
"As you struggle inside
tangled up in my lines
now look into my eyes
as I eat you from inside.
You are
mine now."
Fly:
"Have I no say in this
hungry apocalypse?
I was born to be,
not for you to eat."
Spider:
"You must feed my family.
Understand that they must eat
I have listened to your cries,
but look into my children's eyes.
You are
their life."
Fly:
"I will be their meal.
Somehow fine I feel.
Eat my flesh and drink my blood,
drown entire earth in flood."
Spider:
"He lives,
he dies.
He's suppertime
and while we eat
try not to speak
a word."
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The Elephant Phase
05:54
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Is love like the tree that loves the storm
that brings her rain?
She turns up her face,
spreads her leaves
"Thank God you came."
Remember what trouble it gave you
when you tried to forget her face
and try as you might,
you saw her in every empty space
We spend all our nights committing crimes
and crossing lines
and you've been wrapped around me like a vine
but not this time
no not this time
Is love like the sailor loves the sea
that is his home?
She loves
but her love is not for me,
it is her own
We spend all our nights committing crimes
and crossing lines
and you've been wrapped around me like a vine
but not this time
no not this time
On and on
again I'll swear I'm fine
but I'm a liar
I'll tell you lies
and we spent all our nights committing crimes
and crossing lines
and crossing lines.
Then climb on a boat or aeroplane
and go away
and tell me "without you skies are grey"
but she cannot stay
You can't stay
no, you cannot stay
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Handsome Mantis
03:01
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"Weeping willow,
Malva sky"
you asked me How it is
behind my eyes
Maybe someday soon
you'll come and catch me
'round the neck
across the room
Yeah maybe someday soon
You'll catch me 'round the neck
across the room
Hello fellow philanthrope
she's Lennon-eyed
kaleidoscope
So tell me one thing you regret
"That there's no rain,
or songs to sing in it"
that there's no rain,
or songs to sing in it
that there's no rain,
or songs to sing in it
So I've written rain
and songs in which to sing
"All my Thoughts Are Fish Swimming"
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Seymour Denver, Colorado
Simon & Garfunkel in a barfight with Elliott Smith and some other guy who plays bass
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