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Cool World
03:02
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don't have stick-to-it-iveness (coming up for air)
and where do you get that from? (you could be searching all your life)
against the canyon walls (and nothing will make them budge)
and nothing will make them budge (you might have heard about me)
I push the boulder up the hill
I wear the dead bird around my neck
my crew men opened the bag of winds
I was looking for a good excuse to not go home
You say its a cruel world
I say what's so cruel about it
Drying out in electric heat (here in the waiting room)
I was ready but I missed the appointment (you might have been there to see me)
mouth open like I'm catching flies (permanent surprise)
I look closely there's enough in the ointment (the last thing that you want)
Curse you with a life of leisure (in between the sheets)
the lucid moment in between the seizures (I remember the weeks)
we would lie there listening for footsteps on floorboards
meek, milquetoast and mewling
basically embryonic creatures
You say it's a cruel world
I say what's so cruel about it
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Slippery Floor
02:12
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Beware of the hordes beware
they beheaded the main engineer
and now we're heading for trouble with our heads in our hands
you have to climb to the crow's nest to see dry land
we're water-logged, don't it make it heavy
we're drying out, don't it make you ready
to start again
to make every mistake again
homeward bound, with my hope well-endowed
it spins eternal until I turn around
I can hear you so don't make a sound
drove out of town until the tarmac disappeared
drove until all of the gasoline evaporated into the air
As I've become aware
in this city somewhere
everybody's waiting in the main town square
I didn't get the invite, I'm not expected to be there
Although I could have sworn we had sensitive ears
Although I could have sworn we had sensitive ears
I go by a pleasingly different version of events
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Alligator Man
02:47
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the alligator man, a genuine fake
an impressive to clean out the canals
enter each room with the expectation of bolts from the blue
he'll eat anything, you know that he'll eat anything
heed the warning
3 in the morning
I conspire with the dog-faced boy
in the dead of the night
we've got to make our move
if they kick in the doors I don't know if we will make it through
I am seldom
I am often
Let me say the words that soften
things that I think
sacramental night in the furnace
taking lessons from the town taxidermist
cos we all need to learn what it's like to be found with
inanimate figures all around us
heed the warning
3 in the morning
I conspire with the dog-faced boy
in the dead of the night
we've got to make our move
if they kick in the doors I don't know if we will make it through
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Dreams of Robert Wadlow
02:25
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Born of Brobdingnag, born of Illinois
You know the doctor said he'd never seen a bigger boy
Paul Bunyan sized, still bundle of joy
kin to Gargantua, kin to Pantagruel
they formed you like a Golem, to answer the may day call
when John Henry's hammer left his hand and it fell to the fall
son of Abraham, Goliath and Magog
take one between the eyes, take a regular job
the man who held up the sky, stabbed me in one gleaming eye
colossus of the dustbowl, the sand and the sky
Sure they could see you from far if you could see them at all
look on my works ye mighty and they must look so small
can I measure up?
can I measure up?
at nine years old he could carry his father
up the stairs in his living room chair
took twelve pallbearers to return the favour
held the world on his back for 22 years
thought I could be like him, never in top hat and tails
always in the centre ring, no secrets in the basement
Nephilim of the prairy state, writ large across the gardens of the West
gentle giant of the Land of Lincoln, given no respite to rest
given no respite to rest
Dreams of Robert Wadlow
running through my head
Dreams of Robert Wadlow
running through my head
on those little legs
A tall man, a short life
growth of four inches a year
and he never would have stopped
and he never would have cared
Dreams of Robert Wadlow
running through my head
Dreams of Robert Wadlow
running through my head
on those little legs
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Grady
04:28
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Watch me, we've been here before
the children are all squirming, the meat is all raw
Stop me, just trying to catch up with my friends
saw them at the edge of town, but they could be anywhere
It's not me, to write my name in wet concrete
to leave the prints of my feet, but here we are
it's nothing, delighted to be included
but I won't do the things that you did.
Always a bridge too far
Grady borrowed money to buy ammo for his cap gun
chased us around the yard while the dog was barking
as I went to sleep I would dread the morning
I always thought I heard sirens
Looked him up, I think he joined the army
they taught him how to murder
to survive and endure
but me
I'm still running round the garden
chocolate smeared on our chins
try to leave, I see his name in wet concrete
the speech marks of his feet, I can't find them, here they are
everlasting, I'd do anything that you did
pray to wake up that stupid
and now here we are
then I borrowed money so that I could see the world
and I chased ghosts on the beach while a dog was barking
and I still remember how I feared the morning
couldn't get a word in above my heartbeat
Grady borrowed money to buy ammo for his cap gun
chased us around the yard while the dog was barking
as I went to sleep I would dread the morning
I always thought I heard sirens
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6. |
Sutcliffe Dream
04:43
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I had a dream that I was Stuart Sutcliffe after a long night in Hamburg.
There were girls sitting in their doorways playing music that had followed from home. Down where my friends feared to tread, they could meet us after the show. My wife thought it was all a dead end, and I could only play the songs as slow as I played them. Just as long as I was laid bare.
I played them slow, I played them soulful, like a man in a hospital bed. You could've called it history but we didn't know how things would end.
I knew I couldn't keep it up. I threw my tools down on the floor one night and waited for them all to notice. Sheridan kept such a pace. He looked at me like I was wounded. I could see the headlines in his face. Paul followed me off stage - they had to break it up. Just as long as I was laid bare.
I played them slow, I played them soulful, like a man in a hospital bed. You could've called it history but we didn't know how things would end.
I had these dreams of my still life, but this life still won't stop moving. You could sop it all up with a piece of stale bread. This life, it still won't stop moving.
I had a dream that I was Stuart Sutcliffe after a long night in Hamburg.
There were girls sitting in their doorways playing music that had followed from home. Down where my friends feared to tread, they could meet us after the show. My wife thought it was all a dead end, and I could only play the songs as slow as I played them. Just as long as I was laid bare.
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Coyotes
04:53
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There was a cowboy I knew in South Texas
his face was burned deep by the sun
part history, part sage, part mesquite
he was there when Pancho Villa was young
and he'd tell you a tale of the old days
when the country was wild all around
sat under the stars of the Milky Way
and listened while the Coyotes howled.
And they go...
But the longhorns are gone, and the drovers are gone.
The comanches are gone and the outlaws are gone.
Geronimo is gone and San Blas is gone
the lion is gone and the red wolf is gone
Well he cursed all the roads and the oil men
and he cursed the automobile
he said this is no place like an hombre like I am
in this new world of asphalt and steel
he'd look off somewhere in the distance
someplace only he could see
and he'd say all that's left of the old days
are the damned old coyotes and me
and they go..
But the longhorns are gone, and the drovers are gone.
The comanches are gone and the outlaws are gone.
Squanto is gone and Stand Watie is gone
the lion is gone and the red wolf is gone
That morning we searched his adobe
he disappeared without even a word
that night as the moon crossed the mountains
one more coyote was heard
and they go...
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