1. |
Kids Of The Sun
02:42
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On the rural side of town
Rustic barn, half-fallen down
Our cheeks, sanguine
The lights were green
Everything was what it seemed
And for the record, let it show
All we felt is all we know
The changing lives as lengthy seams
On creaky floors and pop machines
They were kids of the sun
Dirty shoes, on the run
Worship vagrants for their lies
On shoals they walked, they left their tides.
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2. |
Honey Bells
03:01
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Why don't you believe that you are tearing at my seams?
You are making me feel like my world's upside down
Aw, Honey you say the craziest things
Aw, Honey you say the craziest things
The craziest things
Well I feel your pain and i'll make it right
Forget tomorrow, let's live tonight
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3. |
Hunter's Love
03:23
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This scope is fogged.
Our limbs get weak
Every subtle glance, a sight to seek.
A hunter's love is the hunted game
Running hearts don't beat the same
The type we seek, we do create
To fill a void that you've left open
Your chance to breathe will permeate
Every door that we have closen
The learning phase at which we were
Sparkles in eyes that look half-open
Your brand of tongue slips through the gums
As a love we hadn't chosen.
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4. |
Genuine Tones
03:16
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Whimsical are words
That carry their genuine tones
All heavy melodies
Seem tragic with lips sewn
My only offense is
A mouth that openly drums
I think I've found a new problem
Try and fix it without speaking up
Lame-legged and useless in
Changing with great people undoing me
Discovering ideology
"Problem solving," meaning nothing's new
All living matter is dying
Just look how it grew it on me
Asymmetries are left to dry
On a laundry line
Perhaps too crass i am,
To feed a better man
These puns and radicals
Under a different sine
I think I've found a solution
Can't accomplish without seeking help
Wide-eyed and humbled in
Saving lesser people that look just like me
Rediscover all your senses
Tastebuds tingle at the bell of weird
Mother I've caught you sighing
Just look how you grew on me
My apologies are pure
And the crown belong to me
I'm the keeper of my secrets
With the moxie of the free
Am i brave? or king of fools?
To share my thoughts
Turned shoddy stools
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5. |
Rugrat
04:10
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Brushstrokes to entertain a soulful child
Rhythms to fill his head
Fondly, he's holding up a picture book
Energy to last for days
Always smile, baby boy
You're so wild, full of life
Stay a while, learn from me
Pretty things for you and I
Antics, living like a tire-swing
I wish I was your age
Throwing rocks, and doing so jovially
I can't be mad at you, rugrat
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6. |
Touch
03:32
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Welcoming the sunshine to our house
The typewriter's ink of our lovely mouths
Can you recall when we drank too much?
Everything is simple when you're out of touch
Wring it out, hang it up, remember to use your words
Scream and shout, run about showing off all your curves
When you look back at this you'll see
You're not the only one to blame
Unashamed
Bleach stains soon forgotten
Your dripping audacity
So dark, in the water
Wooly eyes you claim to have seen
If he should forgive you
He feeds on your love affairs
Is it not beneath you?
And still you keep splitting hairs
So dark, in the water
Wooly eyes you claim to have seen
Naked truth and reason
Is gone, but my skin is free
Wonder how long til we meet again
With furrowed brows and tilted chins
I can tell now, but can't say much
Everything is simple when you're out of touch
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7. |
Marigold Valor
03:27
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There's not much difference in the dead from the sleepers
Where one used to be and the other, just dreamers
Oh, how we've seen it all before
All the bells and whistles, yet so lacking at the core
She comes with the breeze and wraps herself around me now
I crumble to my knees and promise her with every vow
Marigold valor through and through
A wolf in sheep's skin couldn't fool you
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8. |
Harvest Moon
06:31
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Fresh breath of romance
Break bread with older hands
Around a table
Strong words to fragile ears
A season for friends
Leaves fall from deep brown tint
Your cheeks been paled pink, girl
Harvest moon thoughts begin
And on the surface of
This simple patterned glove - there's chilly air
And when the clouds step in
We'll promise love again to poetry
Take out your scarves again
And let's bring color to our numbered years
We'll show each other things
See how this season breeds experiment
I am without stress
So pleased, i must confess
Dull heat of cigarettes
To light up our circles
A time for long talks
Hiding in the corn stalks
Your cheeks been paled pink, girl
Harvest moon thoughts begin
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9. |
Honey Bells (Reprise)
03:55
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