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Man From Wales
01:23
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i;m a beer drinking daddy
with the beer drinking blues
i love you baby and that is true
well i'm so high
i can hardly stand
got a quart of beer in
my right hand
money in my pocket
lookin neat
i started out
i hit the street
just about the tenth bottle
i lost the blues
just a beer drinking daddy
with nothing to lose
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If gravity left
I'd float away
I'd be like an angel with false wings
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On the Bus
01:42
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Riding
There's a pool in my eye
Riding
I can't see nothing but the sky
Riding
I imagine your lips, and taste them in the cacti
Riding
The moon is a fish in a wet sock
Riding
All the figures are bodies, and the bodies are phantoms
Riding
Solitude in a backpack
Riding
Baby, I'm riding home
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Men of Winter
01:40
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The little fly rose
The little fly died
I sat, I scratched the window
I saw the sunlight, I was sad, I cried
Yesterday was a beautiful day
Guitars asleep in my head
The living live in living gardens
And shadows trample freely
Past circus suns, past anguished seas
Past mountains and valleys
Past you and me
Yesterday was a beautiful day
Guitars asleep in my head
The living tango in living rooms
And swim through this world
Like babies, like animals
So free, so sleepless, so empty
Yesterday was a beautiful day
Guitars asleep in my head
Again I heard the piano play
Again I heard him sing
Those old tunes, they sweep through cities
They arrest my eyes, where horizons die
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Turquoise skies create my throne
With the ocean on his shoulders,
The middle man lets out a melancholy groan
And becomes obsolete;
“That’s one killer beat,
I want you on my basketball team.”
But the man in corporate says, “No,
Get off my court if you can’t take the heat.”
With the sodom eyes of your german shepherd
Looking on, as you play basketball
He says in a deep, noteworthy voice,
“Welcome to the Human Reservoir Hall.”
Ah but looking for the human thorax
I’ve found nothing but a stale taste of floor
Next thing you know it’s caught up in geography
Listen deeply to the or you’re your
Anything a man could want or could hold
Is all the man needs to reconcile his checkmate prodigy
You weren’t here to listen to the words of the immortal bond
That killed the very stepping stone of Mike
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Old Friend, I Love You
01:41
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we could jump and feel our bodies in the warm rain and the parachute sun. listen to me, old friend, i love you
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Joe Molenaar San Diego, California
These are the memoirs of a synesthesiac.
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