1. |
Beyond
02:33
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It would be marvellous to
collect all of the sky blue
construct a ship to ride on,
explore the spaces for beyond.
See where the comets come from,
how all the stars look like suns,
the galaxy low soft hum,
in tune with thoughts of everyone.
I'm feeling solar and black.
At a million miles an hour,
I've gotta keep in tact.
Swimming through the pink and blue
of the living truth of everything.
It would be marvellous to
collect all of the sky blue
construct a ship to ride on,
explore the space known to no one.
Beyond
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2. |
Paint
03:36
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Your mind's been tingling and it's 'bout to itch.
You're stuck in the middle, don't know which is which.
You're talking and it could go one for days.
Tu me parle en français, et je dis por que?
Walking home through the avenues,
hypnotized by walls of vivid yellow, green, blues.
Portrayals of scenes, of shapeless psychedelic dreams.
Crystal clear voices bursting at the seams.
Stopped for a while around the park.
Street light lit, accented by the dark.
Like a moon on your face, and not a star beyond a chart.
On the canvas made a trace, and then turned it into art, I said
"All the things you're trying to say, why don't you paint them on a wall for me?" Replace all of the white and grey with what you're really thinking.
Ice water on a flaming heart.
Otto Bon driving mixed with Mario Kart.
All the things I thought that I'd never see
were permanent there, over the street.
And just when I thought that we were done,
I turned around to see the rising morning sun
showing us what we did, on the canvas made a trace.
On the canvas made a trace and now, now it's been replaced and
All the things you're trying to say...
all of the things that you're trying to say, don't you throw them away, just
paint them on a wall for me.
all of the things that you're trying to say, don't you pour them away, just
paint them on a wall for me.
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3. |
Only Rolls 'Em
03:09
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You said you always take the long odds, 'cause that's just how you bet.
I remember you that one day, how could I forget?
You were smoking all the cinnamon, lit by a spark.
You were throwing all your bones to the dogs in the park.
Then I tried a bit, and I could see the breath of the leaves.
Bore the resemblance of a fantasy.
It was nothing like in the movies.
Let me be your actor, be your actor.
We drove from Montreal to Tokyo, it took ten days.
The heat was cool by the pool, it gave a violet haze.
Everything that we wanted to do was in our reach.
Stones were diamonds all the way from Malibu beach.
Then we swam out to a turtle, with no lack of a brain,
drinking poppy seed urban tea, that came with the rain.
Now she's stripping cinnamomum bark and trying to pretend
she only rolls 'em, doesn't smoke them, breaks them open rolls again.
Only rolls 'em, doesn't smoke them, breaks them open rolls again.
It was nothing like in the movies.
Let me be your actor, be your actor.
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4. |
Chopper's Overhead
03:53
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Chopper's overhead, and it says "look at me!"
I've been stranded here all day on this Nova Scotia sea.
Got no sign of land, nor a sign of wind.
I escaped from a band of pirates, and they ain't been back since.
Crimson red, sunburned head of red, "look at me!"
I've a raft, not a boat, on this Nova Scotia sea.
I see the sun sinking, and the sky is turning pink.
This raft is crafted out of stress, it ain't gonna sink.
I'm slowly drifting away.
As long as it takes.
My mind won't break, but I feel my bones shake.
As long as it takes,
and it's getting dark.
I'm waving my hands,
I'm looking for land,
I'm dreaming of sand.
I'm waving my land,
I'm dreaming of hands,
I'm looking for sand.
I'm slowly drifting away...
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5. |
Angel Boy
03:33
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I can't sing
another word
in this dream.
So I've heard
that you're gone,
and it feels
so unfurled.
But angel buys grow their wings
to fly above everything.
And cool the air when they sing,
to let the sound ring.
I want your breath.
I want your hand
so close.
So we stand
and see the moon
reflecting in our rooms.
But angel buys grow their wings
to fly above everything.
And cool the air when they sing,
to let the sound ring.
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6. |
Not the Same
03:31
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7. |
Turn it On
03:54
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