1. |
Agatha
02:16
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She's going to write nothing more
Agatha
She's ugly
There's no symmetry
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2. |
All I See
02:56
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I've been looking at the trees again
They never looked so wooden
It's like I'm looking at the inside walls of my mind
It's how I spend my days
Just trying to find the walls
That's all I see
All the while the butterflies flap their wings into the sky
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3. |
Don't Break My Heart
02:57
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Don't break my heart
It's the only part of me that's still here
Don't let them in
The joke is wearing thin
And there's already too much damage done
I know you've got lot to do
But try to find the time before I die
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4. |
Complex Machinery
02:51
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I'm not so sure anymore that my body is not just some complex machine.
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5. |
Gone
02:31
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You'd better get behind me
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6. |
Ordinary Song
02:30
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What's wrong with giving us an ordinary song
For too long we haven't had enough
But now that's gone
Chances are
It's what we've been saying
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7. |
Crush
03:03
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A billiard ball in a monkey hall
I'm so afraid I'm a lie
Two and two on a number line
Everything is fine
Crush inside of me
We planned it all on a Friday night
When everything was right
You said come on let's dig for oil
Crush inside of me
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8. |
Babies On Fire
03:09
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- Crack like that whip as it pulls across me
I've been doing this diligently
I've been doing it since I learned to speak
The babies are on fire
Convict
Conviction
Everybody's got it
Everyone
While we enjoy our place in the sun
The babies are on fire
What crooked road do you run to?
Is there not someone you've sung your song to?
Now, is there nothing you and I can do?
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9. |
Another Day On Shayol
03:49
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Down-wave and under my skin
The foreign fields are fallow
Corporeal echo
I go on
(Set sail my son)
For another day on Shayol
Try me on
The latest fashion is dying young
Above us the dreamng captain
Oh, take these tears away
Don't speak
The only words are ugly
We are the pink and fertile
Try to remember what the nurse wanted
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10. |
Here It Comes
02:49
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Here it comes
That setting sun
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Eli Rector Palm Desert, California
Behavior Analyst.
(B. 1975, Santa Cruz, CA.)
for demos/errata: soundcloud.com/eli-rector
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