1. |
Freaky Little Feet
02:19
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Inside
the heart of a lunar tide
our bodies' heat is mixing, fixing;
distances apply.
Between
everything is green.
I'm caught inside your teeth
and the belief in space machines.
Beneath
your freaky little feet
are penitential all-potential
energy defeats.
Without
your pretty [paradoms,]
your holy mountain,
chocolate fountain,
blah, blah,
Ram, Ram, Ram.
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2. |
The Hangman's Pushin'
05:02
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Radio Caller: Whatever I do, no matter how close I get to anything, I can't lose my ego. I'm always aware of it standing there, and I'm always aware of how impure I am!
Ram Dass: Right, okay...uh...hello?
I can't believe it when you talk,
and the hangman's pushin',
yeah, the hangman's pushin,
and all my thoughts becomin' chalk
in a star-struck baby-bloomin'
star-struck baby-bloomin'.
Starvin' for lack of separation
in the cosmic candelabra
backbreak danse macabre.
Glidin' across a secret nation,
in the shook-star orca-flop
mystic mountaintop.
I can't see.
I wanna go.
I can't be.
I wanna go.
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3. |
Laura
03:18
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Laura walks on feet like spiders;
laughs like water;
smiles like tigers;
and when she talks to me
I grin like a fool.
Everything is true.
There's nothin' I can do;
exist by you.
Laura moves like pretty ocean;
shrugs like magic;
steel-like motions;
and when she walks with me,
I feel like a cloud.
All of this is true.
There's nothin' I can do;
think of you.
Laura...
Laura speaks in toothy whistles,
Roman candles,
honey thistles,
and when she looks at me
birds begin to sing.
Nothing isn't true.
There's nothing I can do;
sing for you.
Laura grooves like sparking wires,
kicking legs,
and candy fire,
and when she touches me,
rooms all start to spin.
This I know is true:
There's nothing I can do;
move with you.
Laura...
Laura looks like starry diamonds,
hula hoops,
and sandy islands,
and when she thinks of me,
galaxies align.
She's beautiful and true.
There's nothing I can do;
be with you.
Laura walks on feet like spiders;
laughs like water;
smiles like tigers;
and when she talks to me,
I grin like a fool.
Everything is true.
There's nothin' I can do;
exist by you.
Laura.
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4. |
La La Love You
03:54
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If stars were cherries,
and you told me you're hungry,
we'd be under a pitch-black sky.
And if philosophy was H2O,
and your dry flowers couldn't grow,
we'd be happy and not ask why.
And if I was turned to rhymes,
and all you need was time,
we'd be true-blue,
cuckoo, voodoo,
want to,
Machu Picchu,
la la love you.
[Lovely night...]
Take a deep breath;
smell the sweet-sweat
cool-sky;
breeze goin'
moonlight
spirit
left-right.
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5. |
My, My
05:03
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Ooh, girl,
I wanna slow dance
with you,
ooh my, my
so fly.
Wallflower,
higher power,
don't be blue
ooh why, why,
so sad?
Your lips
wanna be kissed
and I won't be left out of that!
My word,
my mind,
my soul:
out of control.
Gettin' closer
to what I been told.
Ooh babe,
don't be afraid;
all you have to do is sway
this way.
Oh my
lay-day.
Bonafide turnin' tide;
my shoelace is untied,
but I don't mind.
But your eyes are cool and clever!
This was your plan forever!
You knew I knew I could never
not catch a fallin' feather.
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6. |
A Living Room Sunbeam
01:28
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7. |
Corner of My Mind
02:45
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I was thinkin' about you -
you were trying on clothes
in the corner of my mind.
The summer circlin' like a shark.
They [bet that I'm completely blind.]
Three thousand devils
beat back down to the bottom of an empty room.
These little troubles,
they're leavin' too.
They're leavin' us all.
Yeah, they're leavin' us all.
Aw, but you
and me
are an impossibility.
And here it goes...
Put 'er there Trotsky!
He had your cigarette.
I snagged my swimsuit on a parapet.
I've been tryin' to get
to where she's goin'.
So where you goin'?
Yeah, where you goin'?
But you
and me
are exactly supposed to be.
And here it goes...
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8. |
I'll See You There
02:58
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There has to be wind
to feel the air.
Let's go for a walk
anywhere.
We travel through bright, bright creation
in the sun.
We go without knowing, everything showing:
we are one.
Maybe I'll go wade in the slipstream...
You know it doesn't care
if I've got a job,
or you've got the daydream;
I'll see you there.
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9. |
Vital Flow
03:24
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I am the black-tongued lover and the son of despair.
You are the creek-worm daughter with a bow in her hair.
Swim under blue oceans with a tooth in your tongue.
[Win] all the worlds are swimmin that are already sung.
I wanna leave my body in the tropical dirt.
You wanna leave your body in your favorite shirt.
Swim in the pre-fab science of a pelican beak.
[Win] all the cats-eyed-lookin' fish in the deep.
I could've sprung my bones right outta your skin.
You could've bleached all the world out of all of its sin.
Swim in the gelatin currents with the vital flow.
[Win] all the hangdog bummers we will never know.
I...
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10. |
Redounding the Ruins
05:55
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11. |
They Shine 4 U
04:09
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Go to sleep.
The stars are aligned.
And they all shine
for you.
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12. |
Mission Creep
04:26
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13. |
Psychic Power Lines
02:48
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Maybe there's logic to the stars,
but, baby, the space all seems so far.
Crazy: the way you eat my mind.
We spend this little life connecting psychic power lines.
And I know you know
I know you know
I know you know
I know you know
I know we know
where the beauty in distance lies.
And I think you think
I think you think
I think you think
I think you think
I think you think
your thought is like paradise.
Your beauty's like
la la..
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14. |
Your Secret Box
02:46
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Russell Brill: Lyrics, Vocals, Keys
Mark Boyd: Backup Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums
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15. |
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16. |
The Lemmin Light
04:25
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This is what it's like
to feel the wind through a lifted hand.
And this is what is
to know the world is smooth, and warm, and tan.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
and blue and green are all we see.
And this is why and how,
and how we're wired fractally.
So this is how it feels,
cracked wide-open and exploding bright.
Our backs are to the sky,
and we are swimmin' in the lemmin light.
Upward first,
and then we fall.
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17. |
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Oh my brother,
won't you be my lover,
and we'll see through this disguise.
The whole world is undercover,
and our life is full of lies.
The whole of life is arrayed in a web of infinite desire,
and it's only when we're ready do we give it up to the fire.
I guess that it is a part of life
that you can only see a bit of the truth at a time,
and you pick a little bit out of that,
and you call it, "Mine."
What about...?
Are you still...?
Can you feel...?
Do you dig...?
I've been feelin' like a neverendin' wheel
that's rollin' straight on through the night.
The cold world says to me, "Can you be free of being free?"
Now it seems like the sum of our dreams
is a full sky of falling snow:
You pick a little spot in the stream;
then you let it go.
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18. |
Castle in Spain
07:12
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I wasn't waiting for the sun;
searching everyone
for you.
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Bimini Road Dubrovnik-Neretva County, Croatia
Bimini Road is Mark Boyd, an American ex-pat living in Croatia.
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