1. |
Jellyman
04:54
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I’m the jelly man
built you a house on the moon
switch switching around
everything I do
but your eyes still scare me
I miss the solid ground
and you still unveil me
as a half-wit clown
you got me falling in the hole
swimming like it’s slow motion
got me falling in the hole
running like there’s no tomorrow
someday the sun will return
perch on my shoulder and then
I’ll walk back into the light
I’ll be my own best friend again
no one will
no one will
no one will ever know
but I will
I’m a brand new man
bought me a house on the moon
swish swishing around
in my new spacesuit
but you still undress me
with your x-ray eyes
and you still impale me
on my own white lies
you got me falling in the hole
swimming like it's slow motion
got me falling in the hole
running like there’s no tomorrow
someday the sun will return
perch on my shoulder and then
I’ll walk back into the light
I’ll be my own best friend again
no one will
no one will
no one will ever know
but I will
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2. |
Dig a Hole
04:29
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Dig a hole, out there somewhere
Where no one’s watching, and no one cares
The things we need, don’t come easy
It takes the steady hand, of a ruthless man
And when the suckers come
You make ‘em pay for the privilege
Yapping for mama’s milk like
A nation of little babies
Take this big fat, pile of money
Build yourself a nice new library
Just let me sleep already
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Oh captain, lead us on
Through the mountains, through the fog
It takes a pile of money, to get things done
It takes a lot of gumption, to be the one
Who takes his pile of money
And tries to run this whole damn country
If we can’t trust you, big daddy
Who will guard our piles of money?
So we can sleep
So we can sleep
So we can sleep
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3. |
Goya
03:25
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Spotted dogs wait on the hill,
For the young men to go hunting
girl selling oranges approaches a group of men
picnicking and sporting
lovely majas in a circle holding hands and
In a stretched sheet they are tossing
effigy of a young man stuffed and painted and
wordlessly accepting
Everything
everything
Francisco
Francisco
De goya
Group of women with their faces twisted
You can hear the evil cackling
Two men on the plain in the last light
Simply beating each other to death
On the rim of a black hill two figures are
Tangled up and flying
The devil himself in the form of a goat-man
Over witches is presiding
Everything
everything
Francisco
Francisco
De Goya
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4. |
Things to Say
04:57
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Put you in my electron microscope
Put you in my mass spectrometer
‘cause I was curious
‘cause I was curios
‘cause I was curios
What made you go?
I wanna know
I wanna know
And we’d roll downhill
I’d be Jack you be Jill
and we’d roll downhill
We’d just roll downhill until
Until we run out of things to say
Until we run out of things to say
Spent some me time with my bathyscope
down inside the Marianas Trench
‘cause I was furious
‘cause I was furious
‘cause I was furious
Where did you go?
I wanna know
I wanna know
And we'll roll downhill
I'll be Jack you be Jill
and we'll roll downhill
roll downhill
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5. |
The Right Thing
04:46
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Carrie I’m dead on my feet
just take the wheel for awhile
When we get to the Salton Sea
You can wake me
When the things in my head
Meet the things that I see
when all of these worlds are colliding in me
I said what I said ‘cause I thought it would be
The right thing
The right thing
met the wrong thing
out on the street then
that’s when the wrong thing
happened to me
We fell down that golden road
Into the arms of the blue-white sea
Everything so shiny and new there
killed me
when the things that you want
Meet the things out of reach
When all of these dreams start
To rotting in me
I did what I did ‘cause I thought it might
Set us free
But freedom, don’t come cheap
oh how much freedom
oh how much freedom
oh how it cost me
Just lay me down for awhile
The desert night is so soft and sweet
Billions of perfect stars
burning
When the things that I loved
meet the things that I need
when all of these words are exploding in me
I did what I did but it never seemed to be
the right thing
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6. |
California Takes
03:14
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I know you’re tired, I know it’s late
You feel like you should’ve been done with this shit
Years ago
but winter’s here, it’s not your fault
well you push but they’re pushing you out
to sea
Just one more year, you stick it out
Well they push but you're
Pushing them back – you’ll see
The time is now, it’s not too late
Just take a look and you’ll like what you
See – in me
California takes what California wants
And California breaks, whatever gets in its way
whatever gets in its way
I heard the waves breaking
I heard the sky call my name
I saw the lights shining
All the way from Californ-i- a
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7. |
Little Sunshine
04:00
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Maybe we’ll finally find what we need
Maybe this gimcrack American dream
Isn’t what it used to be
someday kids will play in the street
lions they will lie down and sleep before
Before they eat someone again
I want the ground solid under my feet
I want you very near to me
When it all comes down
I dreamt of people down on their luck
Empty windows and empty lots
Staring back at me
Wake up, my little sunshine,
Everything we had is gone
I think it’s gone for good
Sometimes too much is just too much
Every day it rains new stuff and
Every day is bargain day
Then you wake up down in the hole
Wishing just don’t make it so
And it don’t pay the bills
Now the half-empty neighborhoods sigh
Underneath the unrelenting skies
of lost opportunity
wake up, my little sunshine
everything we had is gone
I think it's gone for good
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8. |
Los Angeles
04:00
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I’m sorry but we’ve changed our minds
we won’t be coming in today
you wouldn’t believe it
if I told you to your face
and in between the spaces in between
there’s dust and hair and little ‘ol me
and calls coming in from out of state
I hear the ringing in my sleep
but I try, so hard
to let it be
I’m still, in charge
I'm still free
they can't touch me
did you get my memo did you
see my CC?
I’ve been so busy haven’t
slept for a week
and calls coming in ‘till very late
why don’t they just let me be?
‘cause I try, so hard
to let it be
I’m still, in charge
I’m still free
They can’t touch me
now I’m gonna move to Los Angeles
there, carve me a mountain top
I’ll, live off the royalties
I’ll pick up my check
once a week
once a week
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9. |
Never There
03:35
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After the war
When the silence came
we weren't sure
What to do with ourselves
All of the parts
Lying at our feet
All of the people
running in the street
Sun lies lazy
On the patio
2 o’clock falls
Silent as the snow – back home
Maybe I’ll sleep
Again someday
Maybe I’ll walk
With my head held high – when they come
Sometimes things just fall
of their own volition
Sometimes things get lost
somewhere in translation
the year that never was
lost to retribution
walking with the ghosts
they make the best companions
these days
maybe I was never here
You were never there
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10. |
Amends
06:25
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Oh well I heard / you turned yourself in
As though that/ could make a difference
They weren’t the ones / they were just there
When the ice breaks / everyone knows
who’s/left/standing
And you’ll come around, after awhile
Your ghost will be wandering / around in the hall
You’ll come around / and empty the years
but you’ll be blind and bound with open ears
you will start again, to make amends
you must start again to make amends
you must start again to make amends
you must start again to make amends
and they might forgive / but they won’t forget
all that they gave / all that you took
can never replace / can never recall
her off kilter laugh / his disarming smile
and you’ll come around / after awhile
and you’ll want back in / back from exile
and they’ll hold the key / to your broken heart
you’ll have to give in/ make a new start
part/ from the hate and the dream
you must start again, to make amends
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11. |
Something Broken
05:09
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There’s something broken out here
But I don’t know its name
I saw a beautiful hole up in the sky yesterday
And I just want to go there
I just want to live there now
At the Buckskin Saloon
Knee deep in SUV’s
had a double helping of
some of that
western authenticity
covered in gravy oh no
C’mon tell me man
How long will you last
With no air conditioning
And no cable TV?
you can keep your holocaust
I will sit out the reckoning
with the great unwashed
out here
And nothing is the same
Just like it never was
and the dream they’re spinning now
It’s downright dangerous
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12. |
Motorcycle Girl
04:28
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Cut adrift, in a sea of houses,
And empty streets
I love the times, when the day hangs quiet
On the lonely breeze
Motorcycle girl, out buying groceries
just like me
Where do you ride, with your tea and pickles?
and how do you sleep?
when the night, lies around
In this average town
I am trying to stop, and believe
That it’s normal and right
To give up the fight
to grow up and get in, to the game
I woke up, to the smell of fire
set in my sleep
Sometimes it seems, like my veins are racing
With gasoline
Motorcycle girl, with your horn-rimmed glasses
did you see me?
Where do you ride, when the feeling rises?
Do you break free?
And the sun, hits the ground
in this dirty old town
I am making it all up again
Are you riding tonight?
your hands on the bars
And your eyes on the silvery sky?
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13. |
Little Things
03:33
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I will stay, the same
As though I had a reason or
the wherewithal to change
I was made, this way
It’s written on my face
It’s written on my DNA
When you wake up in the morning
scared of everything
When you wake up in the morning
From some horrible dream
hang on to the little things and you will be ok
Sometimes it’s just the little things that keep the world at bay
I was born, to change
C’mon c'mon bring it on, bring it on
make my day
‘cause nothing, ever stays the same
People they come and go, they come and go
They go away
When you wake up in the morning
Tired of everything
When you wake up in the morning
And you feel yourself drowning
Hang on to the little things and you will be ok
sometimes it's just the little things that keep the world at bay
Among the
Hard hard rocks and the white white snow
And the dark green trees and the silver tips
Of the dark green leaves ‘gainst
The sharp blue sky
And the warm grey light as it falls
On the man by the rail with the blue/green hat
As he turns to the left and looks to the back
Where a woman is pulling some bread from a bag
and a boy reads a book on his back in the grass
and it's all in it's place
and it's all in it's place
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The Introverts Tucson, Arizona
Hoge Day and Mark Taylor met while both were members of an artist's collective gallery in Tucson, Arizona. Their years-long
friendship and collaboration would eventually give birth to the band, the introverts.
Daniel Behrend joined them on drums, and, for the album, Speak, they were joined by bassist Blair Forward to help create their driving, signature sound.
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