1. |
Color World
00:55
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Color my world
And I'll color yours
Color my world
In primaries
Color my world
Like a hardcover book
Color my world
Come take a look
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2. |
Evolutionary Traits
01:32
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I'm no fisherman
I'm no architect
I am just a boy
I am just a man
With the same desires
And the lusts and fears
As everybody else
Passing all the days
Waiting for you to say
All the things I can't
But one day I'll be strong
Strong enough to say
How we should spend days
And our weeks and years
Don't want any beers
Or any other dears
Passing all the days
Spending them right here
It's nice enough with you
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3. |
Expatriates
01:32
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When you're coming home
You're alone on your own
Find a way somehow
I can't help you out
Don't cry to me
I can't see you
Don't laugh at me
I can't hear you
In another forest
With a foreign florist
Forty years ago
Forty years to go
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4. |
One Last Ride
02:17
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Go fly your airplane somewhere else
Your services are no longer needed here
They got you by the jukebox, baby
Go play that number once again, it's E7
You hit the brakes, you touch the ground
Over a town where no one knows that you are down
On the streets where you can't see the signs
Rain and snow cover miles sometimes
If you can't wake up bright and early
You will feel all kinds of whirly
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5. |
Gardeners
01:45
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Claudius, come downstairs
Spun him 'round, don't feel good
Sleeping on the bookcase
Bookcase full of sleepers
Stadium is empty
Garden full of moss
It's no great loss
Trashcan in the front yard
Call me down the driveway
Hypnotic summers in my room, in your dune
Without doom, without doom
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6. |
Margot's Big Break
02:28
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Margot has her breakthroughs
Big as the world she lives in
But no one ever listened
No one ever listened to her
Margot had her breakthroughs
But no one ever considered
That one day she would break out of her shell
Margot isn't childish
But she can be violent
Well that's okay with me as long as I'm no target
She's not coming back
Nowhere near Western Mass
She's never around
She's on a farm with a dozen cows
Margot isn't someone
That lays under the Sun
She prefers the snow and the rain
Margot isn't someone
To carry around a gun
She prefers a cannon instead
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Sipping soda
A nuclear cola
Cool down, Cassie
Caffeine Cassie
No need to run
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8. |
Serafini's Alligator
02:03
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If I couldn't feel no pain
I'd fall in love with you again
If I couldn't die, I'd ask why
I'd ask why you have to die too
Now you roll with:
Devilish prancers, harpsichord freelancers
Not coming back, you're like
Serafini's alligator in the sand
Serafini's alligator in your hands
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9. |
Stella's Early Years
02:05
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If you were an actor
What name would you go by
Maybe a dog or a cat
Or a fish or a bat
If you were an angel
How would you ever know
If you became important
How would you ever know
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Ways we impressed revolutionary girls
Ways we expressed revolutionary worlds
If it was a game, I don't see the same
Things that you do, ways that you do things
If there was a chance that you could romance
Some other guy at some other time
I don't know, I don't care
Understand me
Comprehend me
As you apprehend me
You can't stand me
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11. |
Kid, I Know How You Feel
01:45
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Why are you so nervous, man
Done it many times before
You know your friends got your back
They know you got theirs
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know why I feel this way
Why are you so anxious, man
Gone out many times before
You know your friends love you too
They know you love them
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know why I feel this way
Kid, I know how you feel
But I don't know why I feel this way
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12. |
Our Computer Games
02:59
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In the ledger lines, I hear you all the time
Heard you're coming back, where you led the attack
Where we used to play our computer games
Now you've just been told it's all been sold
When we're sad and go to where earth puts the snow
Put our sleigh bells down and go away downtown
Buy new picture frames for days of memory lanes
Now we're sad and go and go and go and go
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13. |
Cathedral Towns
02:22
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In my town, in my cathedral towns
We run around like we're being clowns
Sleep all day and we're up all night
Sucking air underneath the streetlights
Never see the sun and we have little fun
Some of us at least think that we do
Now we're coming above ground, oh yeah
Now we're going back underground, oh no
Goodbye! Hello!
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14. |
Ghosts
01:49
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Walking through the walls
Underneath the halls
Where your teeth have been
Where you started to sin
And you came back home
Before you started to roam
I guess many ghosts have been here before
Walk right through the door
Having done your chore
It's a long way to go
Before ancient Rome
Saucer-shaped graveyards
Help us where we start
Away from supermarts
Flying like round darts
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15. |
Sixty-Seven Hippodromes
01:18
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The night sky calms you down
As it beams across the town
Under streetlights, windowsills
Far from where the evil kills
Sixty-seven empty homes
Abandoned by roadmap ghosts
Sixty-seven hippodromes
Coming down from mother's home
Underneath the winter zone
In the hills where no one roams
Nor a cheer, nor a moan
Everyone left you alone
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