1. |
Wolf Is Good
01:02
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Wolf is good
Sun ain't wrong
Will you join me in song
No beers left
Friend on right
On a farm late at night
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2. |
Song For Myself
03:21
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Where the hell are you going
With that smile on your face
Piping down to the station
With no money for a sleeping place
And what the hell are you doing
With that suitcase in your hand
Full of thoughts and memories
That you promised to forget
Where the fuck did that bird fly in from
That built a nest up in your brain
Turning every mournful stanza
Into a happy refrain
Like when I found you one of these mornings
Sad like a rootless tree
Just to frolic around in the evening
Blaring out that you're free
Aren't the worst things in life those that you keep nearby
Weighing you down
Keeping you from flying high
And aren't the best things in life those that you throw away
Only to retrieve them the very next day
Maybe just go tomorrow
To the top of Mount Killimanjaro
For there to throw your sorrow
Into the snow
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3. |
Igalore
02:58
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There obviously ain't no space for
A girl with your taste no more in this place
What's more
Down at the lemon store
Fulfillment in store for you
They got it on stock it's true
Abundant as apple juice
Oh igalore
The apathy reel entertains you
A girl with your face aflame
Attracted by sundry games
A database knows your dreams
You put them through search machines
They got us on tape it seems
We're outdated like paper reams
Oh igalore
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4. |
Three Fingers
02:51
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Three fingers for a life
I spent standing on my head
I waste sitting on my left
Thinking of the past
Two fingers in my fainted heart
Stabbed like engine parts
That flew apart
From a dashing car
We flew apart like retarded birds
With hearts way too hot to feel the sun
With laughs way too loud to hear the swarm
Non-magnetic fools
Who don't know what they do
Unbridled were our hearts
And ravenously hungry
Underfed with a lack
Of imagination
Abandoned are our houses now
As no one decided
To live in the shithole
That we loved
We flew apart like retarded birds
With hearts way too hot to feel the sun
With laughs way too loud to hear the swarm
Non-magnetic fools
Who don't know what they do
One finger in the wind
Dry as a bone
One finger in the wind
No cars are heading home
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5. |
Missing Stairs
02:43
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River pours in at the sill
To dust under carpeted ills
All this treasure we’ve found in our mouths
Missing stairs underneath an attic you just have to reach
All this beauty we’ve found in our minds
Richer than kings
Finer than thieves hiding aces up their sleeves
In our palace of simple things
Dreaming no longer a cell
All this shelter we’ve found in ourselves
Richer than kings
Finer than thieves hiding aces up their sleeves
In a judiciary of amputees
Picture their face caked in paint and pain
Flashing paychecks in the rain
Outside our palace of simple things
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6. |
Some Italian Guy
03:00
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Some Italian guy is standing in front
Of some Italian cafe
He's whistling at the girls
Some Italian girls are walking down
Some Italian streets
They're clicking their heels
But I don't care
Cause the only thing I want is you
All along the waterside are sitting men
Staring at the sea
I guess since time began
It seems like its the only way to stand the heat
Staring at the sea
Or staring at your feet
But I don't care
Cause the only thing I need is you
I don't care
How long it will take till we
Meet again
But I don't care
Cause the only thing I want is you
I don't care
How long it will take till we
Meet again
Start again
Once again
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7. |
Seagull
03:29
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If I were a seagull
I would exchange my wings for gills and fins
To swim with the little
Fishes to their coral reef
And while they'd eat their plankton and seaweed
I'd start eating them tailfin first
How delicious would that be
Did you really think that just cause I had gills and fins
I'd stop eating fish
Or what
Don't you see my beak and feathers
If I were a seagull I'd name my kids Steven
All three of them.
And they'd be masters of karate
Make underwater movies with elements of other martial arts
And on the set of the blockbuster movies
There'd obviously be fish groupies
The Stevens invite them back to their trailer
For some kinky seagull loving
And eat them
What led you to believe that I would stop eating fish
Just cause I make underwater movies for fish
And other underwater animals like octopi
I still got webbed feet like a seagull
We are two seagulls
What led you to believe
That just because we have gills and fins
We'd stop eating fishes
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8. |
Feebler
02:17
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You lie up in your room with the blanket drawn
Over the window to keep out the dawn
And the day wearies on
Your eyes want no light to disturb the repose
They take as the illness steadily grows
And for me the day wearies on
Your mind turns persistently in clarity
Lent by the fever
You rummage purposefully or so it seems to me
Through old impressions
Much as I rummage through the objects on the floor
And desk in your room
Trying to construct a coherent story
Maybe life is a fever burning in god’s brain
And he creates us inadvertently
As thoughts pass in pain
As the fever falls slowly his thoughts begin to fade
As god regains health we become feebler
Feeble, like notes lingering in an empty violin case that I found
Feeble, like the knees of the convalescent and of first lovers
Feeble, like your attempts to logically explain you and I
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9. |
Wolfsgut
00:47
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10. |
Glasseyed Fly
03:04
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Do you get up in the morning
Do you put my hoodie on
Do you get lost in the panels
After you get there on your own
And are you the John to my Yoko
Is there much sense in asking at all
Is it like dicing up sharks using chainsaws
Or more like looking at flies on the wall
Or a to-do list you just want to grow
I'm your fly on the wall
With a glass eye and a head full
When I get up in the morning
I mean if I should get up at all
I always get lost in the panels
You've drawn in my head when you talk
And you may be the Hobbes to my Calvin
But there still ain't no sense in a name
And as the dorsal fins cut through the sidewalks
The blue light is framing your flight
I see your feet falling in the blue light
I'm your fly on the wall
With a glass eye and a head full
There's a fly on your wall
It means nothing at all
If I'm your fly on the wall
And I mean nothing at all
Then I don't mind at all
At least I can see you at all
Did you get up in the morning
Did you put my hoodie on
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11. |
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That ain't right
We gotta button our lips
We gotta hem up our dreams
And wade around in this shit
And that ain't right
We gotta tighten the belt
Around the waist of good taste
And march in this clientele
And as if that ain't enough
We gotta shorten our leaves
We're supposed to hand in our weekends
At the end of the week
And that ain't right
That ain't you
Spending thousands on rags
And looking the mannequin
From your hair to your tags
That ain't me
A kid who gives a fuck what you think
About what he needs to buy
To be a lucrative toy
And everybody's selling some shit you need
To use the shit that everybody else is selling
If might made right
We might have a chance
Pf selling them back the lies that fucked with our heads
But they own the right
To decide who is right
And we're all equal before the law
Yeah equal like piles of shit on the lawn
And that ain't right
And everybody's selling some shit you need
To use the shit that everybody else is selling
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12. |
Water
04:00
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Water is a feeling
I never want to lose
Water makes me believe
I'm made of water too
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13. |
Eddie
02:20
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Oh Eddie
With a smile you came to me
Oh Eddie
Watching ants beneath the trees
Oh Eddie
Come play firemen with me
Tatu tata
Life is only make believe
Oh Eddie
At the playground you're a thief
Stealing and shaking sand
Let's pretend were in a racket band
Oh Eddie
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14. |
Nestling
01:23
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And at the end of the night
Step out of the dark boy
The time is right
Forget about the fears and the tears you cried at night
There's a newborn in the nest
That only needs your very best
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