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Paris
has gotten her fingers fixed
for real
They
don’t shake anymore and they
don’t heal
To say that they’re alive
A false claim for the five
Lawrence
has gotten new vocal chords
he sings
And
he uses them to get fame
and things
But what does it reveal
Of Lawrence and his deal
HELP
HELP
It’s not worth the pay
HELP
HELP
It’s not worth to stay
Jerry
has gotten a chance to be
happy
again
his motivation is back
but when
did he forget his name
will he still be the same?
You
can go to Malignon Grove
and beg
For
a beating heart or a wor-
king leg
The price you have to pay
For him to have his way
HELP
HELP
It’s not worth the pay
HELP
HELP
It’s not worth to stay
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2. |
Shanda Sharer's lullaby
02:54
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3. |
Fantasy garden
04:24
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The rhubarb is growing in my fantasy garden
It’ll take some time for it to
Find its way out and give me a pardon
I’ll wait until tomorrow and let it be seen
By the machine
The rhubarb is growing in my fantasy garden
It’ll take a few lives for it to
Find its way out and give me my pardon
I’ll wait ‘til this dream is over and let it grow wild
Like me as a child
The raspberrys’ breaking my fantasy garden
The yellow and even the red
But I’ll stay here in my fantasy garden
I’ll stay here ‘til my raspberrys’ and rhubarbs’ are dead
I’ll follow a thread
I find tiny objects in my fantasy garden
Hey brother, let’s pick them all up
Let’s pick and collect all these round yellow bullets
I’ll reap them today and I’ll sow them tomorrow again
In cotton, my friend
A swing or a ship in my fantasy garden
I don’t know if I’ll understand
I found me a friend in a pond in the garden
I wanted him but he was guarded by a troll
He was a tadpole
To waltz right into a cellar
It takes some courage even for me
I don’t mean to boast
But I’ve seen a ghost
I’ll grind my own sugar in my fantasy garden
And Ken he will guard me all day
I’ll read all these comics I’ll drink all red fanta
Comics I never must read, or so I’ve been told
They are for the old
The rhubarb is growing in my fantasy garden
It’ll take some time for it to
Find its way in me and give me a pardon
The hourglass shows me the time left, it shows me the seam
That this is a dream
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4. |
Sand
03:46
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Buried in sand
He’s moving closer down to earth
It isn’t like you said at all
In fact it’s quite the opposite, but he’ll withstand
Another ordeal and stand tall
In fact the truth
Is buried under his denial
He think it’s under his control
He calls for help, but realizes soon enough
It won’t come to his soaring soul
His neck is thick
He’s grown accustomed to the pace
Of which he travels underground
Where he’ll find new ones to persuade his will upon
That is a peaceful calming thought
But he wants to reach out for a dream
Is it over yet?
Sorry I
Couldn’t reach out for another dream
It is over now, but it moves on!
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5. |
Strumset
04:13
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Twice
You’ve wondered down this path
But this time is the last
You’re dwelling in the past
Is
this worrying or not?
I wonder, I ask “what?”
Could change you for the better
I
could figure it all out
If I keep reading every thought
Will I catch the final one?
Stars
come light me up, put me to sleep
please show me how wrong I can be
I was wrong when you wanted to be
Close the doors when you get up and leave
Dice
I’m rolling for your eyes
But not even the skies
Could project what I hope for
Rain
Say, do you fall in vain?
Say, do you feel the pain?
When your droplets hit the ground
Suns
come put me down, put me to flames
I’m tired of these lies and these claims
You were wrong and you wanted to be
You went blind but you wanted to see
But now you see it’s shiny as gold
Now you feel the pain of a scold
Now you see your skin growing old
And your feet going cold,
and your place in this wicked
Space
Come shove me up into your vast
Unending and infinite past
You were there from the start of it all
You will cease to exist and recall
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6. |
Inside his head
03:49
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Once in a blue moon comes a sunny day
You know what they want but you don’t know what they say
Fear to react makes a tin can move away
Play it a happy note to make it stay
Play it a happy note to make it stay
Once in a white room you went underground
Truth to be told I don’t know what you found
Felt like a shock and progressed like being bound
Now in your dreams the echo of that sound
Now in your dreams I don’t like being ’round
Cheers to being broken cheers to staining
of the mind repressing pain
The man is being stuck
inside your head, he’s out of luck, you’re out of luck
Nobody knows why you never fall asleep
Nobody knows why your eyes are drowning, deep
Into a sea that is filled by tears of weep
Leads to a hill that is high and oh so steep
Leads to a hill that is high and oh so steep
Rumor is ravens talk about you, these
One that hears and one that always sees
”Send him a message, come to your senses, please”
For the keep of your mind I need the keys
For you to come out of your shell with ease
Cheers to being broken cheers to staining
of the mind repressing pain
The man is being stuck
inside your head, he’s out of luck, you’re out of luck
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the silent contraption Södertälje, Sweden
Bedroom folkpoprock barely anyone has ever listened to.
Primarily influenced by Belle and Sebastian, old psych and folk, of Montreal, and perhaps Robyn Hitchcock.
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