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Dandelion
04:57
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Lay me down in the grass and call me a dandelion...
I'm the shingles of this globe. I'm the clippings of the mow.
I was here but now I'm gone & so on & so on...
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Palm Reader Two
03:20
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Feeling wicked as a Wiccan sticking needles in voodoo dolls.
Summon out my ouija...
Can you dance for the camera in my crystal ball?
You can dance for the camera, can't you?
I'm reading my palms...
Was it all for the money? Is that the root of you?
(Just like it is for me?)
Just say it's all for the money...
I'm reading my palms...
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Suitcase / Calm
04:27
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There's a swarm in my stomach.
I think it's probably just my head.
And my girl, she's a stone...
I think your mother suits me more...
I calm myself on evenings with anything you smoke.
Rest my head on the ceiling, thinking...
I think your mother suits me more...
I'm hidden like a stow away...
You can call me a suitcase, you can carry me around...
(Calm myself...)
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Jealous
04:45
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You don't owe me nothing sonofabitch, you're right.
Just keep your dome high, mouth moving like the tide.
Outside is where we take it when it doesn't add up.
I'd rather pinch my pennies than fill a conman's cup.
I'm a jealous motherfucker...
I could kill a man, I think I think I can...
Girl in pea coat with the coke-blown nose, Indiana wasn't fast enough...
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Quarry / Walk
06:32
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I'm high like I'm holy, stone like the quarry and lifted, red white & blue...
But I'm so half-mast while my pussycats sit in pews.
You're dismissed, distribute through the city now, like ants on kitchen tile.
Just don't walk down the wrong grout.
Just don't get stomped out...
Punching holes in the clouds like some runner-up god carving constellations and taking donations, and now I'm tired...
(So rest a little while...)
Look at us now, we need to calm down and rest a little while...
With my shirttail burning, skirts move along like the globe does its turning, like my lovely, lovely moon.
But how do we take seats in thrones when I don't even really own that much gold?
Just my lovely, lovely moon...
(We're carbon constellations...)
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Impala / Senate
07:55
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I hold trouble like Impala trunks, kicking songs, like dirt, in the wind.
Yeah I sing/float with them like twenty-three cursive "c"s, I was made for the rafters, baby.
If do or doom, strike a match and turn the whole place all hollow.
I don't think so I don't know so much.
I can't get around it...
And now we're preaching $$$$.
A fortune for the one that never was.
We're stacking tall as Chicago.
We're stacking until the paper waves hit the sun.
(I want to hold a seat in the Senate of the Air.
Empire of the Frequency.)
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Viking
06:30
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That's a bad apple with the coke-blown nose.
Indiana, you're not fast enough for her...
But she's my long-legged summer...
We can be lovers in the winter.
We can be married in the spring.
We can be buried underwater in the warmth of a summer...
Or we can be lovers in the winter and born again in the fall, and we can be buried underwater in the warmth of a summer...
I came through, said savvy things, winked at your sister, then I left the place.
I'm shrinking over thoughts under bulbs half-lit, and your keys jingle every time you move.
I caught you in my Indiana eye and my aim is true, hazel thru-and-thru, and you, some sort of long-legged city walker...
And you stride so nice.
Yeah, you step so right...
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