1. |
Tipping Over
04:33
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Tipping over blitzed in the cell
All loopy
Telling myself these lines and
Looking in
To foreign places
Hoping to find
A better purpose
Another life
Just a paper tiger
Breeding fear in the temple
Where’s my confident sentinel
Pointing spear head to horizon
For now, I stand and I stare
And she’s always in heat so there’s nothing to fear
Sitting back, trying to be somebody
Falling through the feedback helpless
I feel the flow
I drift and let it all go down
Something about intuition
Leading me with eyes without
In trying to find happy
Says try to find nothing
Try to live it well and out
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2. |
So, Anyway
03:22
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Lets get busy, starting in the west end
Peace of haven, felt like a half life
Love you mama but drop me off at Adelaide
I’ll be pushing up daises out the back of my mind oh my, my high hopes, hoping for the flood light, find me shining shining
Prospects prospect,
shifting sand from the pile
aw shit my shit feels golden
like the first prize
you can catch me on the pass by
speed heat I’m burring up the high-grade
can’t wait till meet you at the sky line
been fun but I’m wasted
wasted on the
process, no process
no start no end
what’s a middle?
All bypass bypass
Sword no sword
Sinks deep in sphere fields
Of Io, tryin a catch the silent solace
So, what’s it for anyway
When you find your deep thoughts
Living life behind the glass eyes
Spill yourself out and pack it all up again
Call me spaced and I’m dame sure
its everything
from your thoughts to my deep tech
take it
take it, make it happen
don’t mind the fall out
just take them far out
far out
my rides my rides your slide
clime up and blast off
take me up
take me up
atomize
so, what’s it for anyway
Blast off, burring at high speed
I’m breaking out of the atmosphere
Hey brain looks like your hung out
Keep cheeky theirs worst things happenin
See who wants to be Jesus fucking Christ
On the mantel, oh you know me
Hey their Dorian see that picture of me
I’ll be hanging for a lifetimes lifetime
I don’t want to be an animal
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3. |
Pop Fly
03:22
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Crushing on a feeling
picking up on a dirty smell
playing in the out field
who cares if it never ends
Pop fly all the time
Just gota get my hand out
But their busy picking at dull flowers
And waving at the pretty girl
off in my own world
Lay me down
Tell me that I’m number one
Lets skip town
And run into a candied sun
Pop fly all the time
Dry my eyes in a cool wind
When I gota let the fantasy die
Pop fly all the time
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4. |
Happyness
03:45
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Could you bring me to happiness
And when we got there would you know
We keep dreaming of the highlights
And I keep writing off alibies
Feeling further then a dark star
Closer than it’s ever been
Could you bring me to happiness?
Could you bring me to happy so I know?
But I can’t say it’s been a wile
Cause I’m feeling alright
Keeping by my side
Could you bring me to happiness?
Western shores with setting sun
Feel at peace under starlight
Watching eons pass me by
Feeling fine as a straw dog
If you don’t kick me how will I know
When I’m feeling alright
Keeping by my side
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5. |
Hanging Around
05:29
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Swinging on my rope
Hands on my own hopes
Curling the hose
Cutting flow
Love me love me do ya
More than I knew, oh ya
Now that I know
My loves less shown
She takes me just the way that I am
She loves me do and tries to understand
And it may take some time
But i'd like to express just the way it feels
Blooming beautiful shapes in the night
Listing heavenly sunsets
Tipping over ourselves spilling out
Shadows on endless plains
So, what did you want me to know?
What did you want me to know?
Another lesson, for another time I guess
Carry on my way love
Affluence is pane my love
Casting the line
Can take some time
But we’re fine
Days and days will be sown
If you can help me
Let me know
Wasting my time
For passive flow
She takes me just the way that I am
She loves me do and tries to understand
And it may take some time
To shine a light on the way that you are
No, help me, now nothing is enough
Soul, make me, make me feel heavenly someway
Let’s just lay it all out
We’re just hanging around
Or am I wasting away
are we wasting our days?
On the lime of my life
And it’s nice
To watch it go by
Bye bye
No, oh well, now nothing is enough
Soul, make me, make me feel heavenly someway
Finding out its all around me
Finding from the books and talk
It’s a lovely walk and the lore
It must be teaching us something
Let’s just lay it all out
We’re just hanging around
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6. |
Pulling on the Till
05:24
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Crushing myself, into heavy steps
My mark, trying to keep me honest
I guess, I’m still burning
To test, my proses, My well
Must fill high enough, To tell
baling water, to ground
Pressing earth into sound
Pulling on the till
Being the field
Sow seeds, what’s enough
Must dig deep pits, Under eye
I feel sleepless, Sometimes
Must take deep breaths, Clear mind
wake me up, back again
right sign, pre-sets reset
my mind
feeling all high up
in the headlights
bright lights, body bends
bright light
oh no, I’ve done it again
I’m lost inside my mind
and it takes so long
running away
running out, with my carnivations (word I made up, the makings of a carnival)
and my minds eye
cause it keeps me blind
on the big wheel
going hi
and falling out
tireless, no end
evanescent finish line
grows thin
fading thought of
old me, feeling all messed up
but free
working on the motor dead
loose ends, pre-sets nonsense
try again, maybe next week
ill reset, feeling all tied up
feels decent
oh no, I’ve done it again
I’m lost inside my mind
and it takes so long
running away
It’s your ride
It’s alright
Ride
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7. |
Well of a Writer
04:54
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I’m living in your written world
Gliding between your lines
Climbing down into your well
Just trying to see it through your eyes
I can see the moon
If only for a moment
Glowing with the other worlds
They tell me where I am
I can hear the wind up bird spring
I go looking for it now and then
When I search I find it
Never seams the way it sounds
I’m slipping to the other side
Sealing myself in stone and time
She said she’d take my life that night
I’ll never understand
You could be my sputnik love
Gliding in and out of sight
You could be the sheep man
Hiding in a friend
You can take an ice pick
Or leave me where I stand
You could be a mystery
And ill find out in the end
I’ll find out in the end
Doubt, hiding in the lines of another page
I’ll find out in the end
Doubt, hiding in the lines of a mystery
Upon a mystery
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8. |
Acid Bath
02:22
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Acid bath, full and deep
Lay us into, sound relief
Lie about clouds of white
Overcast, full of life
And out of mind
Out of my mind
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