1. |
Toys (Demo)
03:14
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Men who love toys
Who love toys
Who love toys
That make noise
Are silly boys
Men who build bombs
And shoot guns
Never want anyone
To tell them not to have fun
They giggle and they run
It’s so much fun
Jumping over bodies
Rotting in the sun
And it’s getting harder every day
To ignore them
When they go outside to play
Men who spew hate
Who spew hate
Always sulk and say
They didn’t mean it that way
They skin their knees
Skin their knees
Skin their knees
And cry
While bodies swing from trees
They sputter and they spit
And suck their thumbs
Running home to daddy
With his loaded gun
Nothing’s getting better
While we think and pray
With fingers crossed on one hand
The other waving pain away
There’s no place to rest
Here on sinking sand
If you want to help you better
Raise your hand
Men who love toys
That make noise
Have been told
That the world is theirs
To enjoy
Responsibility is king
Until you sacrifice the pawn
And pass the buck into
The pocket
Of the ones
Who love the toys of little boys
Because it gives them all the
Money to buy toys that they enjoy
They don’t smell the sick decay
Of the souls that melt away
‘Til there’s nothing left but pain
End the drought and bring the rain
We can’t wait for them to change
When there’s money to be made
From selling hate
So it’s time to break the toys
And make some noise
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2. |
Vacation (Demo)
03:04
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I was floating in the water
I was buried in the sand
Always planning for tomorrow
Always reaching for your hand
Keep my feet shoulder width apart
So you know just where I stand, and
So that you can always find me
You were busy buying postcards
Photos of exotic lands
Always scanning the horizon
Always making other plans to
Take a trip to the last resort
Where you’d slip right through my hands
Now I help plan your vacation from me
I help plan your vacation from me
Hide myself inside the glove box
Trying to hitch a ride
Tuck myself behind the driver’s side
Nothing I can do to stop you
So I help you pack
Count your clothes to see how long
Until you're coming back
Now I’m waiting for your postcards
Sent from somewhere far away
Dreaming of a better future
Thinking back on yesterday
And all the mistakes I made starting
Long before the day
I helped plan your vacation from me
Now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than helping
Plan your next vacation from me
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3. |
Alice Grüvy (Demo)
05:01
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It’s a scene
Down on Engelstrasse 313
Everybody’s gathered round the screen
To see the latest
From the German horror queen
She can play
Every single part that comes her way
Everybody’s got a different fave
It’s so hard to choose
From all of her iconic roles
And oh I don’t
Know just what I did before the day
She appeared on my TV screen
A signal sent from somewhere far away
Her name is Alice Grüvy
Have you seen her in the movie
Where she plays the nun who
Sold her mortal soul
In exchange for a haunted mirror
That reflects her greatest fear?
It was the film that made her name in ‘68
Critics said that she’d go far
Though her films are quite bizarre
Es ist klar dass sie ist ein superstar
After school
I flew across the swirling sea
To spend some time in Germany
Living in a repertory kino practically
I met a group of fellow movie fans
Moved in with a guy named Hans
Obsessed with Alice just as much as me
Oh, how we clapped and cheered
Each time that she appeared
We’d talk about her films 'til dawn
And argue in a haze of smoke and beer
Her name is Alice Grüvy
You must have seen the movie
Where she’s running from a horde
Of undead zombie children so
She hides in a museum
Just in time to see them
Swallowed up into a fog
Conjured by a talking dog
Who represents the lingering effects of war upon the European Union
We woke up in early May
To hear that Alice passed away
It was the saddest day
Her name was Alice Grüvy
I’ve seen all the movies
That she made before she died
Es tut mir leid
It’s a scene
Down on Engelstrasse 313
Everybody’s gathered round the screen
So they can say goodbye to horror’s fallen queen
And the tears
Falling to the floor like rain
Everybody mouths her name
At the moment that her casket’s
Lowered out of frame
Her name was Alice Grüvy
To those who loved her truly
In films like “Das Verfluchte Blut”
And “Schattengeisterburg”
It’s a shame she never was embraced
Or took her rightful place
In the upper echelon
Of the horror pantheon
Where she belongs
Es ist klar dass
Sie war ein superstar!
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4. |
Airmail (Demo)
03:22
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Wrote a letter to myself
Put it high up on a shelf
Fell into a crack
Where mice and spiders live
Now I wait for your reply
To a letter that I never ever
Meant for you to read
Until July
I sent it to you by airmail
Do you
Dream about me too?
Did you get my airmail, honey?
I still
Hope that I
Still get to you
Hiding in the bushes green
Where I’m waiting to be seen
In the mailbox where I’m
Fading into view
Haven’t seen a lick of news
Check the bottom of my shoes
For a scrap of holy paper
I can use
I’ll send it to you by airmail
Do you
Dream about me too?
Did you get my airmail, honey
I still
Hope that I
Still get to you
Folded up in a paper coffin
Sealed with toxic glue
Hope you got my airmail momma
Cause I wanna
Send it back to you
I wanna see you there
In your overwear
Tucked into
My cursive missive
Borne by winds across
The ocean blue
Fly to you
Fly to you
My airmail
Fly to somewhere
Someone
Something new
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5. |
Robin's Egg Blue (Demo)
02:41
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I want to see you
Robin’s egg blue
In a castle in the sky
Fragile holder
On a roll toward the
Uneventful finished line
When it’s over
Turn my shoulder
On the colored pieces
All the pieces of the
Robin’s egg blue
Broken in two
By design
Ragged continents
Are ripped apart by time
Like the
Robin’s egg blue
I made for you
With my mind
Strand by strand we
Build a nest of mud and straw
And raw humanity
Hold the robin’s gift to you
Deep inside a silver bell
Wrapped around the folded
Paper shell of a
Robin’s egg blue
Broken in two
Once it was new then it
Hatched in my mind
Flew into the frozen sky
When it landed it was
Just too hard to find
Robin’s egg blue
Broken in two
Broken for you
Left it just where you would find
Now it’s broken
Wide open
And no one seems to mind
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6. |
Fear of Heights (Demo)
03:22
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We climb
Ladders in the sky
Until we lose our fear of heights
And I
Ride shadows in the sky
Until I reach the speed of light
I was sitting by the seaside singing
About my secret shame
For a minute everybody knew me
Success is happiness
That lasts a moment then it’s already gone
And if I had to guess
I’d say our problem taking flight
Is we can’t cure our fear of heights
Our fear of heights
Sometimes
I dream that I
Will be lifted up on shoulders way up high
When I
Step up to the mic
And sing about the things I want to hide
I was sitting by the seaside swimming
In the ocean waves
Success is happiness
That lasts a moment then it’s already gone
And if I had to guess
I’d say our problem taking flight
Is we can’t cure our fear of
Success
Happiness is just a moment in time
And if I had to guess
I’d say our problem taking flight
Is we can’t cure our fear of heights
Our fear of heights
Our fear of
Pick me up and carry me and cure my fear of
My fear of heights
My fear of
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7. |
Don't Be Dyin' (Demo)
02:24
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Don’t. Don’t be dyin’
When you’re out there on the road
If you do then I’ll be cryin’
I think my heart just might explode
Then I could be the subject of
That true crime podcast that you love
I wanna see you
In the sunshine
On your feet and feeling fine
Don’t wanna see you
Underneath the ground
Without a heartbeat to be found
Do. Do be drivin’
To the ocean far away
In the water we’ll be divin’
Wanna see you splash and play
Stay above the crashing waves
So I don’t have to save the day
I wanna see you
Dancing in the night
Just don’t step into the light
I wanna see you
Up there on the screen
In your cautionary scene
Don’t be dyin’
Don’t be dyin’
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8. |
I'll Wait (Demo)
03:05
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It started like a thousand times before
Walking up the path to knock on your front door
But I knew that something wasn’t right
I could tell by the quiet
And the missing porch light
I don’t mind the wait
She’s already gone
I should be moving on
It was a planned escape
I fill in the hole
Cause I don’t want to go
I know it’s getting late
But I’ll wait
Guess I should have seen the early warning signs
On my expeditions down abandoned mines
She left me with no forwarding address
Now I'm standing at the window staring into darkness
I don’t mind the wait
She’s already gone
I should be moving on
It’s a sad mistake
Rolling back the days
To just before the haze
I know it’s getting late
But I’ll wait
Until the summer comes
When the night is running late
I sit and watch the shadows fall
From the house across the street
To beyond the garden gate
I don’t mind the wait
She’s already gone
I could be moving on
It was the saddest day
I fell in a hole
And I don't want to go
I know it’s getting late
But I’ll wait
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9. |
I Reach Out (Demo)
03:20
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There’s a sign on the wall
That I can’t read at all
Because the writing’s too small
It says, “Catch me if I fall”
So I reach out and
watch it slip right through
Watch your heart explode
Like a bucket of toads
Dumped out on the road
From the back of a motor home.
You reach for the pills.
I see them spill
Little seeds of doubt
Strewn about the room
Want to see you grow old.
Have what you hold
Not forget your name
Or become some smoke that once was a flame.
I reach out then
I reach out then
I reach out then for you
I reach out then
I reach out then
I reach out then for you
For you
Will you?
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10. |
'Tis the Season (Demo)
03:22
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Kids are standing in a line
Whisper secrets to a man
In clothes as red as wine
One at a time
Snow is coming down in piles
Like styrofoam in boxes
Tattooed with little smiles
In the style
‘Tis the season
Glowing trees and
Buying wreaths that no one needs
Grab the keys and
Let the breeze in
Turn the engine over
In the cold night air
Of holidays long gone
Outside carolers in song
Grab a cookie from the tray
Too soon and burn my tongue
We sing along
‘Tis the season
Glowing trees and
Buying wreaths that no one needs
Grab the keys and
Let the breeze in
Turn the engine over
In the cold night air
Of holidays long gone
Holidays long gone
Long gone
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11. |
At Christmastime (Demo)
04:14
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I hear the bells
Ringing out across the hills
In a movie on TV
The signal goes
Now the frame is filled with snow
Deep enough to bury me
Sit in the glow
Of a pre-lit tree, although
The timer’s just about to trip
Last year tonight
I held you tight
But then my fingers slipped
All the festivities
Bring me to my knees
Wassail tastes like brine
And the green turns to blue
Without you
Now I’m sitting by the phone
At Christmastime
I am sitting by the phone
Swipe the screen
Just enough to keep it clean
Or until the battery dies
In sweatpants
I watch the three dot dance
On the stage before my eyes
In the city of light
It’s always night
Carol echoes in my mind
No more shopping to do
Without you
I wander through the streets
At Christmastime
I wander through the streets
Like a gift without a name
Can’t believe it’s still the same
World that once had you and me
Traditions come and go
Like the melting salted snow
From the tears that freely flow
Find the last melted sweet
Too soft to eat
Hidden in a stocking toe
In the attic upstairs
We never shared
Packed in boxes stacked to go
One final poem
To pen and then I’ll go
Soon as I (can) find the rhyme
And the moon’s shining bright
This late December night
Casting shadows on the snow
At Christmastime
Moving pictures on the snow
At Christmastime
At Christmastime
At Christmastime
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12. |
Call Me Home (Demo)
02:48
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Once I walked alone
Where there was no road
I was freezing
Then I noticed you
Standing on the roof
For some reason
And I heard you call me home
Smoke in the starry sky
Spoke of hearts on fire
In the city
Where a million lights
Dazzle passing flights
It’s a pity
‘Cause no one’s going home
Home is a long way
I’m coming to stay
I hear you call me home
Home is a long way
I’m coming to stay
I hear you call me home
Climb down the mountainside
Carry all my pride
In a folder
There, in the mountain air
See the falling hair
Round your shoulders
Welcome me back home
Home is a long way
I’m coming to stay
I hear you call me home
I hear you call me home
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13. |
Bleu Cheese Blues (Demo)
03:48
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Sitting in my fridge
I got a hunk of moldy cheese
People keep on telling me
That’s how it’s s’posed to be
I got the bleu
I got the bleu cheese blues
Bought that block of cheese
The day my baby went away
Since then it and I keep
Getting older every day
I got the bleu
Bleu bleu bleu cheese blues
Sometimes things go downhill and
Sometimes they improve
I got those bleu
Bleu cheese blues
I’ve been riding with that woman
For a million miles
Can’t tell if we’re rusted thru
Or if we’re riding high
I’m split in two
Like the avenue
Sometimes time goes faster
Sometime it barely moves
I got the bleu
Bleu bleu bleu cheese blues
Nevermind the wrinkles
Or the hair that’s going gray
Just because it’s moldy
Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t save
What’s true
Between me and you
Sometimes things are rough
Sometimes they’re nice and smooth
I got those bleu
Bleu bleu bleu cheese blues
Bleu cheese
Can’t tell if it’s going bad
Bleu cheese
Tears make it taste so sad
Bleu cheese
Sitting on my plate, well
I checked the date and
It’s getting too late
But I still think we should
Try it
Try it
Some have everything to gain and
Some have none to lose
Some things age, some things rot
You gotta choose
Sometimes cheese tastes better
When it smells like stinky shoes
I got the bleu
Bleu bleu bleu cheese blues
I got the bleu cheese blues
I got the bleu cheese blues
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14. |
Talk You Down (Demo)
03:56
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When I
Slip into the darkened room
I try
To move through the air as
Quietly as I can
You see. You
Fold yourself into bed before
I do
Falling away from feeling
Nevertheless you stir
Sit up as if to speak
Tell me to stay right where I am
It’s just another night of subsconscious
Terrors to haunt you and I know
That I’m gonna have to talk you down
From the highest high to the lowest ground
It’s a wonder that I stick around
When you just can’t seem to stay
Underground
Now I'm
Bracing myself for incoherent
Speech
Mostly about the spiders
Coming down from the
Ceiling, they’re falling
Crawling and I
Let out a scream
Cause I’m gonna have to
Talk you down
From the highest high
To the lowest ground
It’s a wonder that I stick around
When you just can’t seem to stay
Underground
And I don’t mind
It might be cute
At other times
Talking in your sleep is fine
Still I
Don’t always play along and you
Can tell
Down through the endless fog
You sense my coldness
Sigh in frustration
Tell me that you know
What you are saying
It doesn’t matter if I believe. You
Fall back against the pillow
Now I’m gonna have to talk you down
From the highest high to the lowest ground
It’s a wonder that I stick around
When you just can’t seem to stay
And I’m gonna have to talk you down
From the highest high
To the lowest ground
It’s a wonder that I stick around
When you just can’t seem to stay
Underground
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15. |
New Year Rising (Demo)
02:50
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You broke my eyes
Sitting here blind
Trying to make up your mind
You make me pay to
Keep my nam
Hang me in a plastic frame
It’s a new year rising
See what we can do
And I’m on the horizon
Looking for the view
Fans blow cold
The falling snow
A crack at night leaves me
Awake and alone
A fading dream
This frozen machine
I can’t remember chords
I wrote in between
It’s a new year rising. See what we can do
And I’m on the horizon, looking for the view
Find the purpose that’s only mine
Will I be, more of me in time?
It’s a new year rising. See what you can do
And I’m on the horizon, looking for the view
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16. |
Anna, Anna (Demo)
02:33
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Anna, Anna, no one should be alone
Anna, Anna, sitting on the telephone
Humming the tone. Waiting at home
I used to think that time was a machine
Now I know it's just another place to set a scene
No one’s playing opposite you in a leading role
And no one’s there to hold your hand and help your hurting soul
Oh oh no
Anna, Anna, pack your bags and go
Make a plan to, gather seeds that you will sow
Ready to blow. You're gonna glow
I used to think that time was a machine
Now I know it's just a way to keep your feathers clean
Drove by your house and saw your junk mail piled way up high
So glad to see you won your own lifetime supply of life
No more lonely nights
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17. |
NYC (Demo)
02:47
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I want to be
here in NYC
By which
I mean
to be Near You Completely
Is what I want to be
By train
By car
Doesn’t matter because
That’s where
You are
In the vicinity
Of a place called NYC
Faded photo
That doesn’t look like me
Long time ago
In a marble-colored dream
In a room in NYC
Hand on the wheel
And I’ll keep it there until
I have made it out to see
You at the side
Of the road
Will not divide
On the way from you to me
In good old NYC
I want to be
Here in NYC
By which
I mean
That I Need You Completely
Right here in NYC
Right here in NYC
Right here in NYC
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18. |
Slip Shadow (Demo Mix)
04:18
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Looking backward ‘til I see the past
Spine is cracking like a broken mast
In between I see a hundred million particles float past
That make a long life feel that much longer
Sort it all by what to throw away
‘Cause what I keep won’t take up any space
Feel the breeze from swaying stacks of photos sliding off the tray
Into unintentional collages hung up on display
I hold on to the feeling that feels like yesterday when I saw
Slip shadow
Falling on the window pane
Slip shadow
In the pouring rain
And I’d do it all again
Slip shadow
Write another song to play
Slip shadow
Melody in gray on a hazy holiday
It was over ‘fore I caught the time
Broke my fingers digging for a dime
Tears were flowing in a dried up creek bed
Freely offered my biggest regret as an open secret
Slip shadow
Falling on the window shade
Slip shadow
In the freezing rain
And I’d do it all again
Slip shadow
Write another song to play
Slip shadow
Memories in gray at the edges of a hazy holiday
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19. |
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Here's what it is to live on stage:
Open the door of an unlocked cage
Stand in the spotlight all alone
Burning flesh and bone
Finally at home
Sailing at night on an unlit sea
Guided by wind and memory
Crashing through waves and heading for
An unseen unknown shore
A land worth fighting for
And you're all that I was waiting for
Tracing the arc of a soaring crow
Contours of shadows in stubborn snow
Cresting the tallest hill to find
Another hill to climb
High above your mind
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20. |
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I saw, saw your video
I saw, saw your head hung low
I know it’s much lighter
Than it should be
It’s time, take your medicine
It’s time, time to let me in
I know it’s not about me, but
I miss your style
You turn to me and know you're always on my mind
I want to be kind
And I’m
Happy for the boy, come back home again
Happy for the boy, feel all right again
Don’t you worry, boy
Even though you feeling like it’s been such a long time
You’ve got a long time left with me
I’m hap, happy for the good boy
Hap, hap, happy for the good boy
Still got photos of you when
You were so much different then
Now, I see time isn’t stopping
At least not for me
You sit in a special place
You’re all, always in my face, but there’s
No place in our little world
I’d rather be
I turn toward you and I know you will be there
Just like tomorrow, and I’m
Happy for the boy, come back home again
Happy for the boy, feeling strong again
Don’t you worry, boy
Even though you feel like it’s been such a long time
You’ve got a long time left with me
Up against my knee
Sounds I cannot see
Boy, your good vibration’s all I need
I’m hap, happy for the good boy
Hap, hap, happy for the good boy
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