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First Things First
01:05
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Little sunshine, little rain
Come springtime they'll be back again
Two moonbeams wrapped in cellophane
That light up the sky outside our window pane
Not an ordinary year
But we know what we're made of
And I'm glad that you are here
I'm glad you’re here my love
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2. |
The Ride
03:13
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We leave- as planned
Before the song is over
Monster leads me gently by the hand
Now I don't know where we're going
But I do know when (say it again)
Ride with us tonight
Over quiet roads we glide
Find a light on either side
Feel the buzz- it's because you're electrified
Let's rock and roll
Let's shake 'em like an earthquake
Manchild say the word and we will make
Monkey see monkey do monkey break (make it break)
This is the way
Ride with us tonight
Love and terror- black and white
Mirror mirror- sin of pride
Grit and mud- spit and blood- all purified
Purified
It is time so drive my car
Rise and shine like a far-out superstar
Who are you
What are you
Are you
Take a ride with us tonight
Throw yourself into the fire
Take a ride with us tonight
Writ in blood and petrified
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3. |
The Mailbox
04:18
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I think there's no one home
Fences gates and padlocks
Guard this great unknown
What tales have I been told
By daydreamers and nighthawks
To start me on this road?
When darkness falls the sound that crawls
Through the ether
Before it slowly disappears
It leaves a trace on my receiver
And that's what brought me here
A note says -leave a note
But you won't find the mailbox
Just feed it to the crows
And watch them as they go
High over the beanstalks
Into our great unknown-
When darkness falls the voice that calls
Through the ether
And whispers sharply- can you hear?
It leaves the question ringing in my ear
When darkness falls the ghosts that waltz
Through the ether
Before they quickly disappear
They leave a trace on my receiver
And that's what keeps me here
I guess that no one's home
Fences crows and beanstalks
Another winding road
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4. |
Beacon Road
03:15
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A breeze sweeps the leaves past your window
And breathes on the trees in the night
You spin the dial for a signal
Weak to slight
There, it's that voice on your radio
Sounds like a dream even though
No one sleeps in Beacon Road
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5. |
Clock Struck
03:17
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The tower clock struck eight, the visitor was late
He ran across the street and looked at me
His eyes a shade of red, just like (somebody said)
A zombie or at least a freak
Sweating bullets out of breath, hey hey well well
Everyone knew this could be good
It might be dangerous but what can you do
Folks gathered 'round
There was no sound
Apart from pounding hearts
As he fell to the ground
The bogeyman looked sad, a bitter tear was shed
That's why nobody ran, you understand
Until the marksmen came and readily took aim
He ducked but no such luck, the clock struck
Catching bullets out of time, well well bye bye
Everyone said this could be bad
He might be paralysed or he might be dead
Folks gathered 'round
There was the sound of bells
The clock struck twelve
As he lay on the ground
Here's something new, somebody who
Saw through the heavy smoke and pitied the fool
Jumped over the wire
Emotions ran high
The sky was set alight
In a ball of friendly fire
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6. |
I am The Sea
04:07
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Oh my ship, my golden cage
He turns the page and scribbles quietly
'I am the sea'
Out on the deck something's causing a stir
The sailors confer
The clouds are so thick and the mates are fear-stricken
A wicked thing's coming this way
Oh my home, my long goodbye
Down below five hundred voices
Cry of the sea
He's made up his foggy old mind that somehow
He ought to reach out
While faintly aware that he wouldn't much care
Were it not for the fate that they share
Let's play a game, shall we shall we
You say my name and I'll set you free
Don't be afraid, let me let me
Tell you my name, I am the sea
Nobody?
Just as he bellows ‘You ingrates’
They're saved by one final wave
We're sinking we're sinking
The water is drinking me
Whispering I am the sea
You know my name, show me show me
Don't be afraid, I'll set you free
Breathe out my name, slowly slowly
We are the same, I am the sea
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7. |
Fish Bowl Man
03:29
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Say you could go anywhere you like, ok?
I bet it'd be many miles away
I know a man who starts, then turns around all day
If you can believe this story
He's a fish bowl man
No matter where he swims he's always coming back again
There's no point in trying
To make it past the glass, he's only tugging on the line
There is a different breed of fish they say
The kind that's all duty and no play
How can he hang around and wait for signs all day
How can you believe the story
Of the fish bowl man
No matter where he goes, he's always coming 'round the bend
And it makes no sense
'Cause every single step just has him bump against the fence
Can you still believe this story
He's a fish bowl man
No matter where he swims, he's always floating back again
And it's just no use, ‘cause even if he thinks so
There's no other way to choose
This is the road, take it
This is your whole life in a bowl
This is the road, take it
This is your whole life, dig it
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8. |
The Silver King
05:12
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They don't come around anymore
They used to call my name and wait outside my door
Happy campers and a bunch of hangers-on
Those dreadful days are gone, that's right
They stopped following me around
Creepy greasy crackpots stealing through the grounds
When I told them there was nothing to be found
I scolded them and frowned, that's why
They don't come around anymore
All I needed was for them to leave me be
Not abandon me completely
They don't bother me anymore
Do you know it must have been years ago
When that penny dropped and suddenly they stopped
No, I don't hang about anymore
All my heydays are much quieter than before
Now I follow them around
And they tell me there is nothing to be found
Happy phantoms drifting by the windowpane
I can hear them call my name
In the warm September rain
Silver king
Take your cane
Turn the key
Autumn springs Can you hear
Brings the rain Through the rain
Shakes the trees And the trees
Will you sing I am here
Once again Call my name
Try at least Try at least
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9. |
The Lackey
03:14
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They've counted countless constellations
Piles of planets, stacks of stars
But out of all these big formations
There's only one that breaks your heart
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Poring over drawings maps and charts
Do you know where to start
There have been scores of overseers
But they could only see your worst
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You've thought it over, perhaps you think too much
You can tailor all you touch
Who is the lackey on the grey horse
Who is that squire in dull attire
Who is this current urban servant
You are a space age page
Hey, space age page
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10. |
Away
04:26
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This is no time for indecision
In fact there's not much time at all
They said you'll suffer for your vision
So when do they show when will they call?
The daylight fades into the evening
Outside your window in the rain
A pair of overcoats stand waiting
They know you're giving it away
Brave enough to watch but not to touch you
Sometimes when they dream they see the truth
Penned and sent along in your balloon
The wild Monsoon, your careless ally
Picks up and hurls its weightless freight
Across the sky to throw a lifeline
You've paid, now you're giving it away
Once your friends, now they’re just two nosy bullies
But old tricks don't stick when you're out of reach
Hope the message does eventually
It's not some shameful secret
It's just the way you see it
A simple mix of words, just words they say
Will lead to disarray
And it happens today
Come on come on come on let go
Away away away
Another sunny day and you are ready
Wave at your pursuers as you leave
If they only knew how to be free
They would give it away
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11. |
Fireflies
06:02
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We heard another one fly by outside but we're alright
You know the drill, still you clench your teeth, forget to breathe
That feeling in your belly, swelling up like a big balloon
But you're coping, making room, hoping someday soon
Things will change, things do change
Another week has past according to the hourglass
Here in the midst of it, where every hit could be the last
But it's been quiet of late and we get restless as we wait
Is there nothing left to crush or kill or obliterate?
All we do, see it through, we don't move
Why don't we go swimming in the lake tonight
And watch the fireflies shine their tiny lights
Wouldn't you like to go and wander through the park
Feel the grass and the dewdrops on your skin
Fill your chilly glass to the brim
Find shelter in the dark
Standing on the rooftops, free and tall
We were once surveyors of all
Now we struggle to imagine a world beyond these walls
I pictured us around a bonfire, playing games
Singing songs and staring into the flames
Don't you want to go and see if the moon still shines
Pour more wine and hum another tune
I don't care if it's November or June
Not after all this time
Why don't we go swimming in the lake tonight
Just to feel it's going to be alright
To be free, free to believe
That it was all a dream
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