1. |
Sun Tzu
04:34
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She sings.
It’s moving through electric wires,
She’s still working hard,
Ten years after she retired.
She retired.
She slings.
Sounds that leave the Stratosphere.
Invading outerspace.
So the aliens are getting out of there.
Out of there.
Flying retrospective,
Finally detecting life on Mars.
Save us we are dying,
Inside children crying,
Now more than ever…
Pick up and play your guitars.
Pick up and play your guitars!
The weight.
Oh the gravity of their constitution.
They’re knocking down steel doors,
Immersed in reverse, evolution.
People can you hear the noise?
It’s a sharp chord!
Well she’s at it again, Amen!
Children will you sing to the Lord,
To the Lord.
Flying retrospective,
Finally detecting life on Mars.
Save us we are dying,
Inside children crying,
Now more than ever…
Pick up and play your guitars.
Pick up and play your guitars!
I don’t wanna get rid of you with some chemical
Want you for you, true blue, baby I want you all,
Flaws not fame, you got game, I want you one-on-one,
Fuel the flame, burn the names, ignite your sun.
I don’t wanna get rid of you with some chemical
Want you for you, true blue, baby I want you all,
Flaws not fame, you got game, I want you one-on-one,
Fuel the flame, burn the names, ignite your sun.
Flying retrospective,
Finally detecting life on Mars.
Save us we are dying,
Inside children crying,
Now more than ever…
Pick up and play your guitars.
Pick up and play your guitars!
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2. |
Mania in the Mountains
05:45
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I drive from east to west in less than a second,
Scaling these green, majestic mountains.
Looking back with tears through my rear view mirror,
Then up ahead I start my frantic counting.
Inside each word there’s a letter,
Inside each letter there’s a word.
These signs are trying hard to find me
But I just follow the songs of the Bluebird.
Mania in the Mountains
Bat Cave rocks and the forest fountains
I’ll pray to you throughout the Smokies
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me that gold key.
Will these haunting hills ever end?
Will I ever find my life’s purpose?
They say you find your soul deep in the woods.
As it gets darker I get a little nervous.
Mania in the Mountains
Bat Cave rocks and the forest fountains
I’ll pray to you throughout the Smokies
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me that gold key.
My mind is the only prison, that can’t keep me.
So I’m trying to think positively, baby.
I miss those eyes, my turquoise prize do deeply
Every time I started to fall you saved me.
Bridges made of stone by men from ages long ago.
Bridges made of stone by men from ages long ago.
Bridges made of stone by men from ages long ago.
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me that gold key.
Mania in the Mountains
Bat Cave rocks and the forest fountains
I’ll pray to you throughout the Smokies
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.
Give me that gold key.
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3. |
The Wolves
04:14
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In between the train and the town,
I can barely hear your voice,
Echoing against a steam whistle solo,
And the fading laughter of little girls and boys.
You always said I could never leave,
that I would always linger on the same plain stage.
But many acts later I think I found my stride,
Now I see me as your mystic, and you as my mage
Now it’s time to turn the page.
And blow by blow, our enemies will fall like dominos.
After we leap, we’ll become the wolves and they’ll become our sheep,
And all day long, we’ll keep it simple but we’ll stay strong.
That’s how we’ll get along.
Underneath the weight of water,
I found my wand and you found your sword,
And if someday we have a daughter,
We’ll take up our instruments and strike a chord.
And blow by blow, our enemies will fall like dominos.
After we leap, we’ll become the wolves and they’ll become our sheep,
And all day long, we’ll keep it simple but we’ll stay strong.
That’s how we’ll get along.
Now the seal is finally sleeping,
And I thank god we could tell this tale.
My guitar’s no longer weeping,
And neither is the boy inside the whale.
And blow by blow, our enemies will fall like dominos.
After we leap, we’ll become the wolves and they’ll become our sheep,
And all day long, we’ll keep it simple but we’ll stay strong.
That’s how we’ll get along.
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4. |
You Can't
03:04
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Who says you can’t be sad?
Already been there a thousand times.
It’s weird when they tell you to smile,
Like shedding tears is some kind of crime.
I’m scared I’ll blow away
Like a Dandilion dust in the breeze.
Proven myself time and time again,
Only to fuck up in the end.
In the end.
I’m like a leaf without a stem
A ring without a gem,
Sword without a stone,
Dog without a bone
A night sky without a moon,
A summer without June,
Shepherd without a flock,
I’m a ship without a dock.
So worthless,
What the hell is my purpose.
So incomplete,
And I can’t.
Who says you can’t be mad?
Babe I’ve blown up a thousand times.
Still waiting for these storm clouds to clear
But it won’t happen on a dime.
It happens every time.
I’m always moving forward,
Only to end up in reverse.
So many songs left unfinished,
I’m always adding one more verse.
I’m like a leaf without a stem
A ring without a gem,
Sword without a stone,
Dog without a bone
A night sky without a moon,
A summer without June,
Shepherd without a flock,
I’m a ship without a dock.
So worthless,
What the hell is my purpose.
So incomplete,
And I can’t.
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5. |
Changeling
05:15
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Like a diamond in the rough
Like a fossil frozen under ground
A wounded hand inside a glove
She’s a song without a sound
Like a fairy with no dust
Like an infant with no tears
a lover with no trust
Or a mother with no fears
This is the last silver surprise
This is the last white shining lie
That city was on fire
You’re my baby bird on wire
Open my eyes it’s still dark as hell
I wander around this midwestern town
That seems to be under some tragic spell
Night melts to day, now I’m home bound.
Baby I’m home bound.
Driving by these sun stroked fields
Listening to banjo strummed stories
Looking for time, or something, to heal
Leaving in my blaze of glory.
This is the last silver surprise
This is the last white shining lie.
That city was on fire
We’re all just birds on a wire.
We’re all just birds on a wire.
We’re all just birds on a wire.
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6. |
Be Kind, Rewind
02:47
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Feel it in your head, feel it through your toes,
Laying restless in my bed, fear and fire outside grows.
Feel it in my arms feel it through my hands,
Hear it in the wild bird song, and in the old rock roll bands.
I know you’re scared child, I know you’re scared
But underneath that demon’s flesh and hair,
Is just confusion, wound with wrath,
Just another lost soul looking for his path.
So be kind, yeah,
When it’s behind you.
Be kind, yeah,
And rewind man.
So be kind, yeah,
When it’s behind you.
Be kind, yeah,
And rewind man.
The truth is it never left,
And your youth is always there.
There were attempts…machine theft!
And the few times you didn’t care.
This Bermuda wax still burns my fingers,
But the pain can’t compare to you leaving.
That’s a sting that’ll always linger,
Always have me running back to grieving.
So be kind yeah, when it’s behind ya,
Be kind yeah, and rewind man.
So be kind, yeah,
When it’s behind you.
Be kind, yeah,
And rewind man.
So be kind, yeah,
When it’s behind you.
Be kind, yeah,
And rewind man.
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