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Say what you will over the taiga, the last I knew I remember there
as earth to October snow
Say it out loud, if you whisper, the air whispers back in anecdotes
and remember suffering in alphabets
But remember, the frost on the door is yours
And how I thought I'd make amends before I doubled back again
somehow I'd wake and understand, the continent somehow should be explored, you know, even the frost on the door, it is yours.
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Know I feel the purpose of your art, buried in books that try to stay anything but outdated
All the pushers trying to leave their mark, every single suited man, vile and red-faced
It's a little much, gotta filter out the mush
Smile and face the modern tyranny, monetary gain was never on your list of needs in the first place
Trying just to speak authentically, putting out your feelers, wheeling with the dealers, cutting out your own way
It's a little much, gotta fiddle with the slush
Know we can't be anything but inextricably linked to the spots upon your soul
Every time I see you sitting in your giddyup blue jeans, I feel you needing something after all.
Know I feel the purpose of your art, buried in books that try to stay anything but outdated
All the pushers trying to leave their mark, every single suited man, vile and red-faced
It's a little much, gotta filter out the mush
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Wolf Like A Stray Dog
02:09
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Widen eyes and bend your knees and try to speak, the people walk about in out about about
Never bear your teeth and always stop to speak for this and these and that
I'm gonna fix myself some that, I'm gonna fix myself some these
When your in your place don't ever change your face in case they soften up, they always soften up
Never bear your teeth and always stop to speak and keep that chin up.
I'm gonna fix myself some that, I'm gonna fix myself some these
Oh, nibble on your bones, you always start a show! Thought you haven't any home always start a show!
I'm gonna fix myself some that, I'm gonna fix myself some these
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Nobody ever wants to be in the kind of town where
in the atlas you can never see, politically blinded
certainly it hurts when people aren't aware of your being
Riding on the bus you always see the very same faces
every single day and week by week, so you can tell me
everything about their lives and all of their favorite things to eat
Peering through the gates I see
two very hungry towers glistening
filling all the lines with energy
do you every stop and think of what they're eating?
Has anyone ever been in your house that didn't always live there
If you were my only friend, could it be that
I could never see your bedroom
with all the books and magazines that you read
Do people ever disappear at night, vanishing suddenly
with winks from the guards who stand outside and secretly imply
that scientists inside experiment to see if people burn chemically
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My New Toy Piano
02:00
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This was the night we lay on the floorboards and listen to sounds from the neighbors below
Do you remember it too? Do you remember that
Someone beneath us, a muted piano, played out the fragments of familiar tunes
Do you remember it too? Do you remember that
Someone beneath was snoring, and we were laughing all the night through
This was the time we searched through the park so fruitlessly for some real ethnic food
Do you remember it to? Do you remember you
Patching my holes where they needed patching, the light from the windows our faces was playing
Made a kaleidoscope view. Broke up our faces in different parts
Like glasses that fell to the floor and shattered, and we couldn't fix them with any type of glue.
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Soviet Bicycle
02:19
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Hop off your limbs how they restless dangle!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Give them a turn lest the muscles shamble!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Silly how you are when you’re given pedals!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Double up your pace; break your face in globules!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
It’s all in the wind on your backside blowing!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Nothing to win only moving going!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Were not the ones to be given medals!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Never mind it girl you’re a whole new level!
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Rate rate ride did I wanna wanna?
Oh how the wheel spins all those itty bitty bits of metal
Work in a lattice and make the tiny teeth all go in circles
Soviet workers assembled you by hand, a perfect being
Now is the time to saddle up and get the feeling!
No one can stop you when you’re speeding!
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Click my dirty heels again, send me off to where I belong
the uttered lines, insinuations, serving just to save these two.
For the maps will never know which way I need to go
and the father in my heart speaking softly "Is it anything at all to be located anywhere for good?"
Seems whatever mode I take, the next place still registers as home
find a job and an apartment, soon enough I'm crushing too
Seems that I can never choose, anything to do
and the mother in my heart weeping softly "Will you really choose a place that's keeping me so far from you?"
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Proof Of An Art Object
01:46
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Keep your opinions closed, your head's not a miracle, your brain's just a silly thing, your mind's not even real
Stop saying stupid things, you're only an idiot, your writing's illegible, you're just a fool.
But it's in the midst of being real.
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Tired Of Being Cold
02:21
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I'm so tired of being cold, waking up inside Siberia is not the place I imagined growing old
Every day is like breathing snow inside my lungs, freezing my heart inside, and cause eyes to roll back through my life
Endless playback makes me look back to better times
And I had never thought before how weather could easily so change my outward view of life and make me yearn for home
It's the softer ones in taller shoes make it easy to choose the one on Turner street, I'm sure that you know who
Limit worldview to a precinct with better purview
It's just that being inside of you, causes that looking back and shoulda been and what-if-I-could-do? I
It's all a little suspect when that man begins to choose, something like growing old or moving up or finding something new
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Kiva Ikva
01:41
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I've been hunting you following you chasing you, trying the new things outside of your door
Now I'm finally tied to, embracing you, leaving affection all over the floor.
It's a hysteria! I've never wanted to keep just one face, no never before
I am trying to be things you want me to: animals, coworkers, wrestling kings
These are precious, the rest is irrelevant, especially all those material things
It's a hysteria! I've never wanted to keep just one face, no never before
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Pu-Erh
02:16
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Is a screw loose? I've been feeling so differently now, a bit like a foreigner
Is this my home or just a place where I dwell? A modern wayfarer
I'm feeling ready to move, but it's just the winter
The snow on the streets has turned into ice and now I'm slipping everywhere
The walls of this room are turning much barer and how I want them much brighter
I'm feeling ready to move, but it's just the winter
When on the move, the world feels much opener
Horizon abloom, a magnificent oyster
Not hard to prove, that when it closes I'm my own cause
It's just the winter
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