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Eternity
04:59
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They say its all for nothing
Creation no more than a place of mocking woe
A waking wait in slumberland (yeah, time is a lion - no one can rely on it)
They're asking, "Where's my promised glory, where's my fate?" They don't know they're closer to the truth than God (so sentimental)
They're the seekers sick and pleading for the vision to see
Eternity
A cloud to make a home, some alchemy of life's debris
They are seekers who will live to die of wishing to see
Eternity
Trade imitations for the wonderful law
We stand in heaven's doorway, in hell's parade at every moment
So instead of mourning why not let's celebrate
Every day out of life
In place of real emotion
Kill off that little love your heart can find
For those not of your kind
Be that your foolish maker’s disaster plan?
Oh yeah, you got it in writing
They're the wonders not perceiving they're a wake on the sea
Eternity
Clean as the stars are old
Ever the burning brightly free
We are wonders ever feeding what the minute could be
Eternity
Leave all your bets, it’s such a wonderful law
Rare as the dust of worlds on one finger is your bone and memory
And love is only love, a cold wind can turn it to pain
We could be all we ever wanted
Or head for a crash landing
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Wonder Boy
05:11
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This one's a little like you, soul-dark and rainy-eyed
You run in your sleep, I'm still in motion
You take it hard and you hold it deep
But ah, I call it sweet and wonder, boy
Has anyone loved the blood inside you?
You know me, I'm the girl with the gun
but I can't shoot anyone
Under your bed you want us to live
in silver, blue and yellow
In the stars a war, in the stars a war...
Some say there ain't no way,
but I say, "where shall we go today?"
and wonder, boy
has anyone loved the blood inside you?
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Wicked
04:27
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Here we go again
no plots or wishing can stop it now
that ragged march
This spurious sin
You smile the light of me, ply the fight in me
we fly at the sun, ghosts at our back
What we call upon is wicked
a carryover from some time long gone
Every time we almost rated
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
What you want I got
I pour it out till you drown
For you I’m ground
and like an anchor you drag me around
And what’s it gotten us –
a draw at naughts and crosses and bloody fingers
For all I could have, it wounds more to doubt
What we call it now is wicked
just fence to mend and cross to bear
To bury us in want is wicked
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
over and over
bowling me over
sleeping alone
I shouldn’t want you but damn my eyes I do
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Brooklyn
04:26
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The billboard boys got so much nothing to flash
just some bandit rich man’s name
The Kings losers got two-cent words, itchin’ to burn, they fly so low
just puffing and muscle
And when the rages say it’s such a hated display
I’ve got to look ‘round and wonder
I’ve never found me a rose so red, a face so black, a heat so hard -
It made me a soldier
Falling in and out of love, in and out of love
From every corner they’re coming like trains, bangin’ their weight
Lord, how’s it only a dust-up?
And white knowers raid immigrant ships, licking their lips
and baking the remains
The Red Middle Mighty hate seeing such flesh sucking and shaking, mixing up browns
It gives those prigs a heart attack!
But that D.R. baby-mama, spilling out over the sides –
I wonder, “There but for what go I?”
Falling in and out of love, in and out of love
Call it world island, am I world island
love me worlds apart - make me your star then break my heart
You got no time to cry me oh my for all that shit that’s going on
Oh, ain’t you the hard one!
You got a notion that home is a myth, love is a trick - we are the same leather
I’ll take your venal straight money-cheap bait brotherly hate dare-of-fate
war on the avenue
Oh, but can you take me as I am?
Can you take me as I am, falling in and out of love?
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The Spanish Gypsy
02:06
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Joy
05:01
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There are no worries where I dwell
There are no worries where I dwell, in Joy
From the earth I came
Promised to speak what I have learned of Joy
Until the people awaken
The candle that lights the hole
Dark for a thousand years
While we live and die is Joy
The mud your daddy gave
Turned into bricks to make a home is Joy
Bow to your mirror
Bow to your mirror
There will the blossoms rain
And golden ropes they mark the road to Joy
A sea full of rivers -- feed in
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Duke
05:35
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A single merry soul, wise to the dust and diamond
At home with all the world, no man would be his jailer
Face buried in my hands, he bring me back around
Safe, taken in his hands
into his carved-wood land
oh, I want to be there
Gray skies are just clouds passing over
Gray skies are just clouds passing over
A daily prayer for all the living was his dream
I never knew my heart could be so blue and smiling
A phrase opening a can of stars
Now many could be born into his carved-wood land
oh, I want to be there
Gray skies are just clouds passing over
Gray skies are just clouds passing over
A winter-dark lie he traded for
a fable of feast
Behind his eye, a distant shore
A heaven up in Harlem
oh, I want to be there
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Sado
06:49
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There was a war, sugar man, I won it
Long the fever ran, it burned me
But in my wicked rooms the sun played
I've been waiting for you
in the low horizon that I rise on
I've been waiting for you
Once I thought I knew I owed the world
I sold myself for family, a friend
The moon's weight on all the ways out
and bearing the wound of digging for you
I've been waiting for you
in the waters of carried oceans
I've been waiting for you
Where had you fought, sugar man
your own war?
In peace with you alone disturbing me
Played all the rules, we saved the day and all we've found
When we take to the air, burn up the ground
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This Hollywood Life
04:23
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Who said gravity's a joke?
it plays well in this chair
that get-along-and-stare, tow-headed oyster thinks that he's free
How to get a lock and over, my my, when I'd rather be wandering the aisles?
Oh, I like this Hollywood life
Call to the vipers, weaned on TV
in line ahead of me
oh, I see what they see
this time I recognize my enemy's might
beautiful in the Safeway light
Oh, I like this Hollywood life
Oh, I'm doing what I like
in packages of vain dreams I head away, over
Oh, it's the bane of me
to watch dirty urban birds baptize the whole
corral of shopping carts so full of soul
Oh, I like this Hollywood life
Sixteen days running we made the old scene
if only I could leave for the coast
some nu-lite companions all Roxy-ed and lean
I suspected them faked out and sore
but I could keep going for seventeen more
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Sparkle
05:05
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Pack it up Madonna, your ruse is on fire
they're quaking on your hustle in Camelot and Sing Sing tonight
siren of wondermen, our sweetheart turned you on
six days and counting, and counting on relief
Savior-lover, here and a long ways away
you want to breathe, well well, come back down, air is free
When all I can muster is my own poisonous singing
blow me a kiss from the land of the living
Who's the copilot, I'm the copilot
you be the brave Mr. Almighty ok
And will you sparkle, Sparkle
factory-trashed ruins they run in the road for you
Sparkle, Sparkle, why did you where did you go?
And oh, how we worry
see what you've done to your friend after you traded your peyote for tea
Martyrs are swinging, but they don't adore you
grounded on deep purple knees, in envy and awe of the cool world before you, but not I
I came up on the knife, there's a fire in my life
the broken, the slave, the old going your way
And will you sparkle, Sparkle
I'm punk on this house but I'm too bent to follow you
Sparkle, Sparkle why did you where did you go
Faith in a can isn't anything, man
but it fights with your life like cologne on the subway
And will you sparkle, Sparkle
A matador even in pieces beside me you sparkle, Sparkle
feed my mind one more time
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Lotus
04:28
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Here we go again
no plots or wishing can stop it now
that ragged march
This spurious sin
You smile the light of me, ply the fight in me
we fly at the sun, ghosts at our back
What we call upon is wicked
a carryover from some time long gone
Every time we almost rated
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
What you want I got
I pour it out till you drown
For you I’m ground
and like an anchor you drag me around
And what’s it gotten us –
a draw at naughts and crosses and bloody fingers
For all I could have, it wounds more to doubt
What we call it now is wicked
just fence to mend and cross to bear
To bury us in want is wicked
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
over and over
bowling me over
sleeping alone
I shouldn’t want you but damn my eyes I do
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