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Prelude
04:19
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Nickles & Dimes
05:39
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Out of the sticks and stones, under my boot
From where I stand, frozen and mute
Everything I see, rhymes with you
From the nickels and dimes
The nickels and dimes.
From where I stand, by the melting tree
The icy winds, pour down on me
Taking me on
From my teeth, to my feet.
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My Mind is Empty
03:51
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My mind is empty, my hands are full
My mind is empty, but my hands are full
I resent your voice
I resent your mind
I resent your poise
I resent your shine.
My mind, my mind, my mind, is empty
My mind is empty, but my hands are full
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Grains of Rust
04:05
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I wanna live
I wanna live
I wanna live in the dust
Dead needles, and grains of rust
I wanna have
I wanna have
I wanna have nothing at all
Dead leather, and ready to fall
Burns and blisters
Burns and blisters
Burned, flesh and bone
Dead center, and in your home
I feed the falcons, piece by piece
I’ll push the flowers, piece by piece
Piece by piece
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Blues for the Blonde
06:32
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Sun stained soft, skin of velvet
Washed up on your shore, just for the hell of it
With the strands of sand, strands of sand
Patient as the wind, with her heart in her hand
And I'm a passing ship, when you offer the ocean
Lost in the swells, of love and devotion, love and devotion.
With her fingernails, of mother of pearl
And a golden glance, make you stare at the girl
The sun sets for me, as it rises for you
Sometimes beginnings hide behind masks of blue
Blues for the Blonde
I'm a passing ship, when you offer the ocean
Lost in the swells, of love and devotion, love and devotion.
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Little by Little
03:35
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Little by little, shot for shot
Brain with two left hands, two left hands I thought
Waltzing down the hall, time and time again
Black ink and shoes, help me pretend
Cup of tea, won't you smile at me?
Tripped up, and hitched up, is that personhood I see?
Waltzing down the hall, time and time again
Black ink and shoes, help me pretend
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Sitting here, with nothing to say
A single vibration, by the end of the day
Wool, and denim, and MDF wood
Forty-four kids hiding under their hoods
Twenty-two shades from one monochrome colour
Eleven seconds left, till I get up and tell her
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Baby Blue
06:27
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Starrs aligned, my heart transposed
Blue eyed, brown eyed, black nosed
From sand to city, to snow and back again
That desert shepherd, won't see her again
Baby Blue, Baby Blue
That desert shepherd, and winter statue
Baby Blue, Baby Blue
That desert shepherd, turned me black and blue
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9. |
Triptych
09:44
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Usonian Automatic Montreal, Québec
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