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Scar
03:35
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Lying flat
On my back
In the laundromat
Watching the clothes revolve
No one's there
Pull for air
But it's always there
And it doesn't care
When I was eight I stepped on a nail
If you looked at me now you couldn't tell
Some people are happy just the way they are
And sometimes you're lucky just to get a scar
She walks in
Pale and thin
Puts her quarters in
Sits beside the boy
He is frail
Thin and pale
You could almost see the nail
But he hides it well
When I was four I lived in the woods
The sky was yellow and the grass was good
But I can't remember unless I'm told
I hope that I'll recall it all when i grow old
Now they're gone
Oregon
Is on their plates
One of the lonely states
Stretch my back
Pull my hat down around my ears
Where no one hears
When I was eight I stepped on a nail
If you looked at me now you couldn't tell
Some people are happy just the way they are
And sometimes you're lucky just to get a scar
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2. |
Pumpkin Grave
04:40
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The pumpkin grave is drenched in rain
Sorrow always comes in threes
The mountains loom against the moon
A maw that swallows the naked trees
These old machines to till the greens
All rusted bent and broken down
Corn seeds sown I disown
My lot lies cast on barren ground
No straw for bed to rest my head
It's warm bread for the scarecrows bones
In strips of brown, all weathered down
The cross he bore is broken now
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I heard you were in town
But I won't be around to see you
Ive got some work to do
Don't know when I'll be through
But I won't see you
I was never a lover
Or a champion fighter
Only a mystery fast train rider
I could have been a contender
But I'm Just a pretender
Death of a mystery fast train writer
I remember what you said
We spend our lives among the dead
I had it all so neatly planned
I dug my tunnels in the sand
I was never a lover
Or a champion fighter
Only a mystery fast train rider
I could have been a contender
But I had to surrender
Death of a mystery fast train writer
Will you come around
When I'm in the ground
Will you come around
When I'm in the ground
You'll still be around
When I'm In the ground
You'll still be around
When I'm In the ground
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4. |
Symmetry
03:36
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Chalk outlines a body
Could be anybody
Could be me
Arms held out abruptly
Angled up to me
To form a T
A dotted line
Drawn down the spine
An ancient sign
Of symmetry
And I'm reminded of the words
That she once said to me
"It's symmetry" she said
And shook her head
And said "It's symmetry"
The ocean waves are breaking
Each one taking
My humidity
The desert sands are burning
And returning
All their heat to me
The serpent bites
The serpent's tail
To no avail
Eternally
And I'm reminded of the
Words that she once
Said to me
"It's symmetry" she said
And shook her head
And said "It's symmetry"
She said
"I can see your line,
Running down your spine"
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5. |
There There
04:14
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There are no alien invaders
There is no unseen force
There are no Extrasensory powers
There is no war to end all wars
There are no Einstein-Rosen bridges
There are no artificial life forms
There are no empty spaces
There are no foreign shores
There, there,
Suffering hologram
Can't seem to wake up
From the dream
There, there,
Suffering hologram
More than a still-life in a scene
You are the everything
You hurt because you miss
The bliss of endless fullness
Take my word on this
In truth you don't exist
There are no empty spaces
There are no foreign shores
Nothing meta
Nothing extra
Nothing missing
Nothing more
There, there,
Suffering hologram
Can't seem to wake up
From the dream
There, there,
Suffering hologram
More than a still-life in a scene
You are the everything
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6. |
Freezerburn
03:37
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There's no good reason for folk to stay here
People only come to see the sights
Even all the natives moved away here
The land of burning days and freezing nights
So I hope you brought some heavy sunblock
And your thickest woolen winter coat
Cause this stretch of beach goes on forever
And there is no harbor for your boat
There is no shelter from the sunlight
People meet their maker in these sands
And there is no beacon save the moonlight
Seems all of the life has left these lands
There's no good reason for folk to stay here
Just rocks and cacti for the sights
Anyone with sense has moved away here
The land of burning days and freezing nights
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7. |
Film of My Life
03:27
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Andrew Mura Farmington, Maine
Born in the woods, moved to the city, saw the world, then moved to a city in the woods.
(bottom 11 albums are Instrumental)
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