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Little
yellow town |
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Low tide tonight, low tide little yellow
town
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Green life teems up from the underground
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Glows in the dark, sifts the sands of
garbage
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Reach hard in for the ragged star fish
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And only her lipstick bleeds,
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And the color seeds into all your paint by
number schemes
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What was yellow, what was white, what was
day, what was night
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And now in soft detective voices the past
rises
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And follows you in shapes of rain and dew
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And you walk through the fun house,
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Those sonic faces hit you like a bus
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'Till you're knocked down by the doppler
waves of trust
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And over here I scare myself day after
day,
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Cube after cube, dot after dot laying down
on the kitchen floor,
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Tapped into the secret code she's a down
girl,
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The acid's eating out her mind
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The altered universe, step right up
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Door swings both ways and now tattooed
children, two-legged potions
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Follow us while lightening bugs circle
overhead,
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While lightening bugs circle overhead...
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We tear their wings off and memorize what
they said
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Chasing us across summer and into sleep
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It's down rain, down time, she's a real
down girl,
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the acid's eating out her mind...
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'Till all is new and all is changed, the
altered world
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Spells out your name, see if it works
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Road
kill |
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What's the matter with it? why's it look
that way?
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What's the matter with it? what's it
trying to say?
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What's that on its back? where's it trying
to go?
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A mystical vision got dressed up one night
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Locked the door, walked through the misty
porch light
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Headed over to somebody's house
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For an occasion long awaited
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As it crossed the road, vista del mar
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A big red car
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Big black tires, nice corvette
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And the future has not arrived yet
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Moonlight on the hill, lights up the road
kill
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Moonlight on the hill, and the future is a
road kill
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What's the matter with it? what's it
trying to say?
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What's the matter with it? I just saw it
yesterday
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The police came, the neighbors too
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They tried to pick it up, what else can
you do?
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Meanwhile, somebody's waiting back at the
house
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For the future to dawn bright across the
sky
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Moonlight on the hill, lights up the road
kill
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Moonlight on the hill, lights up the
future
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What's the matter with it? what's it
trying to say?
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What's the matter with it? why won't it go
away?
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What's the matter with it? why won't it
close its eyes?
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What's the matter with it? who are those
guys? what's the matter with it...
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Matters |
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What you wish for, what you think
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The photographs you carry around
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What whispers to yourself when you're
finally gone
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What you take when you go
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Adds up to the big number
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What you leave with
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Who you know
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Makes the big picture matter
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It doesn't matter if you're fat
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Wear a helmet or wear a hat
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If you're sorry or if you're sure
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Who you are is who you were, who you were
matters
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So deep inside yourself
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Looking out at everyone else
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Think a thing, in a while you meet it on
the street
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Because it matters...
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Ah...house across the sand
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Firewalker |
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Julie got some ecstasy, she laid down on
the steering wheel
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Love comes to the first thing love sees
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Love comes to the first thing that makes
it real, makes it real
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Everybody's been hit, everybody's been
hurt
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Everybody's been kicked, everybody's been
dirt
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Everybody had to drive all night to reach
L.A. in the morning light
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Try to lighten up, want to back you up
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But you just back down
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Julie got some brown girlfriend, got it
for a coin
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Landlord threw her clothes out on the
street in the tenderloin
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Everybody's been a dog, everybody's had to
beg everybody's been a moth,
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Been a moth, when she woke up on her
knees, everybody made her say please
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I was in a wild place where I go, I
couldn't hear you
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Julie found gOd in a bus station and she
liked it a lot
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You put your money in the basket that
comes, you remember the first one that you bought
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Everybody starts out pure, starts out
ridiculous, starts out beautiful nobody wants to be alone
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Out here I'm all on my own
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I try to lighten up, I always bear down, I
want to back you up
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Julie found a sailor boy, sailed off to
the deep blue sea
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So Firewalker you can walk on me, walk on
me...
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Howard |
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The spirits of her abortion had
manifested...
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The spirits of all her abortions
manifested themselves into the furniture in the room
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There would be a chair waiting, smiling,
the pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief
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She'd go carry the garbage out to the
sidewalk and come back in and sit with all her children inanimate,
petrified forever
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A little boy named Howard, everybody knows
one of those guys in school who kills everything he finds,
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Every little cat, every mouse, every dog,
likes to burn his sister with cigarettes
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Diabolical schemes, everything has been
conspired, the doors wired
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That's 'cause those south Americans tied
him up in a chair,
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He was doing that dope deal, he never got
over that
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You're just made of words, you're just
made of sounds
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Ghostyhead |
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Ghostyhead, ghostyhead, standing in the
door
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You think if you don't answer
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I can't hear you anymore
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Chains you hung from ear to ear
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Finally drug your head
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But I can see through anything
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I know what you bled
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Ghostyhead, ghostyhead, you think that I
can't see
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The shadow of another girl
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Each time you look at me
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People came from far away to watch us drop
you in
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But ghostyhead the crowd is gone
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Come back up again
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Ghostyhead, ghostyhead
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Come out on the porch
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There's a serpent caught in a fisher's net
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Virgins light the torch
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'Cause who this night would not stay warm
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By any light they could?
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You just eat your bread and cake
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And tell them it was good
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Sunny
Afternoon |
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Walking down my street
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Here's the room where I live
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Here's the neighbor children, sometimes
they bother me
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Here's the window where you left
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How can I forget to look,
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How can I forget
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A sunny afternoon
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A plane goes by
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Walking with my cat around
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It's a sunny afternoon
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Here's the window where you left
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How can I forget to look
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No matter where you move the light
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Somebody's always got a needle in her eye
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You can pet her, she won't bite
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She's been lying very still all night
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Scary
chinese movie |
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And my hands are flickering and the water
turns to tracing paper and I watch you dry
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I'm an army of stills like you flick
between your fingers
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You will always make me be faster than I
am
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There's a banner rising
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I know sorry when I see its bones
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We will always end up washed up on the
shore and my hands are flickering,
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Some one's reading the book over us,
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White letters cross your trousers, we were
always being dubbed
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Cloud
of unknowing |
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So he dropped the webs of the spider of
heaven down through the clouds,
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All the way into the pool of blood at the
bottom of hell
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Far above in heaven a bird flys through
the terrible cloud of unknowing
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Trust can make a man into a wood, trust
can make a man green
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An everything that longs to Be
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Broken and small enough to see
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To be held in his hands
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To be a part and yet alone
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Here he is, reaching for...the speed of
light
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Here he is, reaching for...the sound of
forgiveness
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Now wounding 'round the waterfront she
listens for a voice
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A sign of Mother God, a sign of God the
lad
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I long to enter you with gentleness and
compassion
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But sorrow is always an open door
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I know many days go by and I forget to
look up at the stars
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I forget there are stars, I forget there
is the rest
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Thin threads of light follow you around
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Through the pale blue, down your skin
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Down your skin
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Vessel
of Light |
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A distant light finds me when I'm with you
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A distant light knows me when I'm through
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Once I mistake you
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For somebody else
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Mistook you for somewhere, mistook you
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A distant light that binds me
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A distant sound that finds me
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When I'm through
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True Vessels of Light
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