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My thoughts control the helium
Balloon around my neck
It weighs it ton
Your troubles mesh
They prevent you from success
And it's true you dwell on the negative too much
The bottle rocket ignites in my room
In Outer Space, I've lost the will to move
And with procrastination
I will control the nation
And all my ghosts will be out of you
I'm spinning faster
And my legs are made of plaster
I'm spinning faster in Plaster of Paris
And there was just no way to prepare us for this
Watch and believe the honey bee that's buzzing out your door
In slow motion an invalid is seizing on the floor
A 30th century man has no means to understand
And neither do you
And neither do I
I've lost all hope in the radio
Like a tent revival or traveling show
And now it's crystal clear
There's just no future here
And it's time to go
When you're misdiagnosed
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Bite by the Sand
02:17
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The deepest little treasure I could ever hope to find
Is watching all the little fishes swim by
In parallel lines
Trapped in schools
Blue scales, blue fins
The deepest little treasure I could ever hope to find
Is watching all the little fishes swim by
In parallel lines
Electrocuted by Christmas Lights
The deepest little treasure I could ever hope to find
Is watching all the little fishes swim by
In parallel lines
Trapped in schools
Blue scales, blue fins
The deepest little treasure I could ever hope to find
Is watching all the little fishes swim by
Got my Trust Fund
I'll be fine
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My Boy, Black Metal
01:41
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We're just lovers and scouts
And they'll never find our whereabouts
And Odin keeps me secure
As long as the churches burn
My Boy
Black Metal
Oh we're like cagey tigers
or manic vultures on the trestle
My Boy
Black metal
Oh did you see they put me on the evening news?
And they even got my good side too
Remember the cold of '93
Well it was more than make up and gasoline
And this is where I want to stay
Until the light takes us away
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The Day No Trains Ran
02:13
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A conclave flame breaks the womb
A blind man blames the nurse
And in a black and white checkered room
Singing poems in reverse
It was a Ticker Tape Parade
But nobody came
And the Astronaut
Tripped over his dumb hands
And his four leaf clovers
And it's nothing but excitement
And children's crayons
On the day that no trains ran
You can set the scene so
You can set the pace slow
You go for a walk alone
To meet someone that you used to know
It was a Ticker Tape Parade
But nobody came
And the Astronaut
Tripped over his dumb hands
And his four leaf clovers
Oh I'd love to show you
That it's nothing but excitement
And children's crayons
On the day that no trains ran
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Heaven
02:49
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I want to go to Heaven
For the scenery
And I want to go to Hell too
For the company
I've been wasting too much time
Rolling through the minds
And I ain't been
Coming up for air
Visions I've never seen
Ne'er-do-wells I've been
And maybe I'm caught
In between
I don't know what I'm supposed to be
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My Kind of Battery
02:08
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A brand new day
A passing phase
A light buzzing through the room
And as I watch the paint melt off the walls
I'll be in Heaven soon
But my kind of Battery will keep me charged to the end
And like a buzzard chiming
I'm through with trying
I am caught in suspension
But my yellow light
Is the high flying kid in sight
But it pins me down like a butterfly
Keeps me quiet,
Warm and tight
And my kind of Battery will keep me charged to the end
And like a buzzard chiming
I'm through with trying
I am caught in suspension
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Back to Washington
02:17
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Truth be told
I know what I did was wrong
Now I'm going back to Washington
I'm going alone
I'm going to think this over
I said I'm going home
And I ain't going sober
I thought I was safe from the thoughts in my mind
Back when the Thames and the Times
Were light years away
And then the pressures fade to the front
I feel just like Holden Caulfield
In more ways than one
And I know
What I did was wrong
Now I'm going back to Washington
I'm going alone
I'm going to think this over
I said I'm going home
And I ain't going sober
I swore I'd beat that feeling again
I was the cock of the walk
With rings round my neck
And my eyes
And I grew to despise everyone I ever met
And every little grey hair
Sprouting up on top of my head
Oh boy
You think you're clever
I think I know you better
And I know you know
What I did was wrong
Now I'm going back to Washington
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My Life as a Smokestack
01:59
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Play me out of tune
I will be okay
I'll calm down
I'll wear brown
And I'll always keep my ear to the ground
Because it's true
What they say about me
My Life as a Smokestack
Might be too good to last
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Another Magnet
02:10
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Turns out you're right
I can't be pulled away
I'm just another magnet
I'm the kind you've always imagined
And I might die in the North
And I might stroke out in the South
And I can't believe I'll spend another night in this town
Don't say it's just that time of year
But remind me to skip town
This time, next year
Turns out you're right
I'm too stuck in my ways
I'm just another magnet
I'm the kind you've always imagined
And I don't want to be adored
Or go on your walking tours
I'm not a Calvinist
And I don't think
I can ever get used to this
I'm just a magnet
Like you've always imagined
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Dos Hermanos
05:54
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When I met you
You still had the light in your eyes
When I met you
You still had the urge to smile
Now you creep to the ocean
Hoping that the tides will slow
Now you sleep with a black light
Because you want the whites to show
It's not the worst thing
That's ever happened to you
But I'd be crying too
It was poetry in motion
That set your heart ablaze
Watching spirals over Norway
You said “I want to Believe”
Well you used to laugh a lot
You used to make yourself known
Well I can't name a body here
That's ever seen you leave home
You never really wondered
And now you're starting to care
That when you wake up
There will be nobody there
You've been wasting hours
When you should be asleep
You've been making memories
That you don't want to keep
But it's not all bad
And it gets better with age
No, it's not all bad
And your Parents gave you names
And it's not all bad
And it gets better with age
And it's not all bad
And remember Jesus saves
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Sleeper
01:44
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I'm doing fine with how I've been
I don't mind sleeping in
I guess it's my lucky day
The clouds have gone away
There are no sights
And no sounds
No pipes underground
Just crossed wires at my feet
Follow them down to the ceiling
And tell me
Just how you're feeling
Now with Propeller
And American joy
Humming the words
You're the largehearted boy
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Eureka California Athens, Georgia
Eureka California are a psychically-tethered duo playing rock and roll from Athens, Ga.
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