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little memory
01:31
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sleep little memory dream little memory
fly you are color I am waiting for your
lips we are question kiss
we are answer
fingertips that twirl inside the flower
you were wings I was
never falling forever
once upon a time I was the child inside you
darling lover now i am only
hanging from moonlight & my
little memory is your
name
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KALIYUGA, BABY!
04:35
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this was the kind of song I didn't think
I could get down with, but it's the kinda song
my mama likes to sing along with
when I feel this wicked & charming my Kalashnikov
cradled in my arms again my darling
we come back to take our riffs father Elvis
from the phony punk-rock corporatists pretty Dolly
& when the needle hits the tracks
just say it daddy, "there's no turning back."
We don't need yr dead to dream on
we don't need yr head to scream
we're sick sick sick of you know what I means
bring me to my knees again holy lover
Waking in the garden of yr fingertips
I manifest in Memphis play homage to the hips
don't worry baby if the
wolf is in chic clothing
his stomach stuffed to bloating
what winters yet remain?
we come back to take our dreams father Elvis
from the televisions & the magazines pretty Dolly
come out now Bobby D.
come out & sting the bee that we might
change the world again
we don't need...
surf music in the KaliYuga, baby
I heard you said I was the combination of the two
I will miss you watery planet
my secret heart...let's just say you found it
we come back to take our words father elvis
from the greedy hippies with the managers pretty Dolly
& if you dare remove the plastic
our ritual schematic is perfect harmony
we don't need....
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BindWeed & AppleBlossom
04:20
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you don't have to tell me
it's all about the money
you don't have to listen this will still be yr song
darling you're so pretty
i wish I could believe you
now the wind is blowing me back
to where I belong
BindWeed & AppleBlossoms
space-shuttles & slot-machine fixers
riddles & consequences
god's chillen everyone of us
ashes to ashes we fall down
in the land of television
you could think that god is broken
but that's just yr mind
our hearts could never feel that way
when I tried to stop the drinking
I couldn't hang with empty working
now the pretty universe is begging me to sing
BindWeed & AppleBlossoms...
(bridge) & when the world asks you...
will you come in?
& when yr love whispers begin
will you begin?
Stranger when you found me
some half-baked broken singer
lost in wordy ruins
so intolerably sad
you took a drop from my tears
& sewed it into a new dream
stood up on the table
& sang "go for it man."
BindWeed & AppleBlossoms...
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When the bright unspoken light of Winter takes the world
Gathering each solitary day,
All the pages written you won't need them anymore
Winter comes & Winds us all away
& Winds us all away!
& Though the Light seem small!
Drop by drop drowns us all!
All around a Sacred sound rains sweetness on the World
In the pines & in our minds we lay.
All inventions written you won't need them anymore,
Winter comes & Winds us all away!
& Winds us all away!
& Though the Light seem small!
Drop by drop drowns us all!
Take the night out of your Eyes & give it to the World,
Take the hinges off the Swollen day!
All the Sacred written you don't need it anymore.
Winter comes & Winds us all away!
& Winds us all away!
& Winds us all away!
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the GARDEN's song
04:20
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I tried to bring the Rain so You wouldn't leave
my silly little Heart that could not believe
I was under a spell who cares how I fell?
for now I'm the Garden that you Rain upon.
I'm sorry for the Mess I've fallen so far
trying much too hard to be who we Are
my Brother the tune my Sister the Moon
& I am the Garden that you Rain upon.
Pretty yellow Leaves my Secret alone
I weave inside yr Mouth a Mystical Home
come whisper to me that Nobody's Free
& I am the Garden that you Rain upon.
Flower my Love Flower undone
I Wander through my World & Thank Everyone
I spiral through Space & Smile through yr Face
for Now I'm the Garden that You Rain upon.
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what say you Moon? is it YES or is it NO?
come ON show us what's so Explosive
what you couldn't Breathe to me Anymore
Does yr Garden my dear Love have a Door?
who called You Rain? I impatiently await another Name
it's all so thrilling to sing about Drilling until I woke
a million Pretty pieces on yr Floor
does yr Garden my dear Love have a Door?
(chorus) FATHER! FATHER! point the WAY
buried Deep beneath the seen though I can't Begin it
i must begin to Destroy the white Lie
You know I can't Diss/obey throw haunting Hugenesses in my WAY, but when yr truth gets uttered down here
I dissapear & yr Tears flood through my Eyes.
& NOW you Dream
when there's nothing left of me to Scream
I went wandering through yr Wiring
just to Wind Up finding myself again on yr Shore
does yr Garden my dear Love have a Door?
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WAKE UP! Little Susie II
03:54
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wake up little susie & come out of yr head
the movie's over & the world's on fire
go tell yr mama there's a band in yr bed
go tell yr papa that the leaders are liars
wake the wine-dark sea
wake the snot-green sea
wake yr beautiful bride
wake the lover by yr side
ooh laa laa went the radio dark ages
we're down in davey jones' where they push & shove
& the groovy little surfs want their minimum wages
& the pretty little freaks want their food cooked with love
wake...
bang!bang!bang! on yr crying places
thank yr papa that the world could never leave us alone
& yr mama's pretty smile looks so wicked on yr faces
I want to talk about it all night long
wake...
wake up little susie though I know it's so frightening
but it never really matters if yr friends find out
go tell yr mama you get off in the lightning
go tell yr papa that you twist & shout
wake...
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BirdFeathers
02:22
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9. |
Love Song for Larry Yes
03:17
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Thank you Brother Larry Yes for sending me a Lull-a-bye
I hum it when the Morning's Blood is Rising until
Night's Smoke gets in my eyes & then I
Anchor to the misery & bench another dozen Rhymes &
Hollar out that
'Everything in this Life is just a Job 'cept when we Harmonize.'
(chorus)
O YOU
HIP-HOP
HOKEY-POKEY
ROLL-Y-POLL-Y
CHOKEY-SMOKEY
BEAUTIFUL WORLD,... I wanna be yr
LIP-LOCKING
FUTURE-SHOCKING
CRAZY WITH the HOLY-STOCKINGS
ONE & ONLY GIRL!
o Flower Flower on the Hill
Here's what the people call advice they say:
"don't put yr eggs all in one basket & you'll go
straight to paradise," but I know you want to throw
yr Pedals all away don't you Pretty Poppy Flower?
cuz you Know that throwing everything away is
really How we Live Forever...
o YOU...
Now I'm supposed to call up my best friends & ask them
what to Sing about next
Pedro saw the Hezbolah in Texas buying all the
bullets & the bullet-proof vests & I want
to runaway want to change the world make it some
Pretty thing to say, but I can't afford to dream anymore
& I don't want to Sleep all Day.
o YOU...
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Kiss Kiss
03:17
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i sing goodnight to my insufferable bitch
they call you 'land of the free'
I call you when you know what freedom is
you say if I don't love you leave
i say just look in my heart
you know I'd rather fight than switch
(chorus) we believe immaculate regeneration
we dream impossible collaboration
(please) don't leave yr tongue out of this
kiss (kiss kiss goodnight sweet dreams)
somebody shot a hole in my sleep
all in a dream of us girl
making love beneath the water
whispering that 'this waking world is over
when yr mom busts in & slaps our pretty masks
back to the maker.'
(bridge) & after dying I'll go make some bread in
HOLLYWOOD
with all my pie-ing sky-ing shanty-peeps in
HOLLYWOOD
our bodies crying & crying
"IF YOU WOULD MY DARLING
DANCE WITH ME MY DARLING
DANCE WITH ME!"
say good-bye but just don't leave me baby
I've been freaked about the world
& crying way too much already
let's skip back to the records we knew
with yr ghost in my throat
my fingers gambling in yr casino.
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