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Shearer
02:46
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I had a bad wolf caught in my throat
My legs got bored and twitched and groaned
I found a way to Metropolis
My head on school desks, I thought I’d levitated myself
I found a way to Metropolis
Brighter than the whites in my eyes
I also found a way through a thousand mirrors
Tell me of the future, of the future
Tell me of its features, of its features
I thought I’d lose the quality
I crawled right through to my celluloid heroes
I found a way to Metropolis
With a drippy nose and a head of cold, I touched them all
Could feel their decay
I found a way to Metropolis
Reached out for their glowing faces
They asked me, “How did you get here?”
Tell me of the future, of the future
Tell me of its features, of its features
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2. |
Lemon Phosphate
03:43
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Open sign
Fryers on
The smell is funny
A milquetoast man in a paper hat
This is now the bomb site
At night, the kids come runnin’
To the boarded up doors on the corner of Fourth
To dream of sodas and scream at shadows
Sugar, please
Don’t cry
With tears looking like
Sesame seeds
Just one Tasty
And it’s sour dreams
Fritz and fizz
A brain freeze
My brother told me
That half the town disappeared behind those doors
He didn’t scare me
I still ride my bike at night
I swear I see the neon sign
At the boarded up doors on the corner of Fourth
The summer’s before us
But those floors are porous
The fountains were blushing
Gushing!
With true feelings
Comin’ out all over the place
Just one Tasty
And it’s sour dreams
Lemon phosphate on my mind
Lemon phosphate on the ground
I lick my lips, what once was sweet
Now makes me creep
Lemon phosphate just the same
I just was sayin’
That I’ll never live this down
So how’s about a smile
Comin’ up out of that frown
I’ll mold one for you
You’re my ground round
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When you leave, the room goes black
My hand still holds the match
Can’t seem to start a fire
I’m a mouth with no sentence
Have a brain that can’t conspire
Till you turn me on again
There’s a door, it has no latch
And I seem to be so flat
But I can’t open or slide under
When you dream of me, I sway
Otherwise a deer in lights
Till you turn me on again
Am I what you, what you really want?
Am I what you, what you nearly love?
Do you have a void to fill?
I’m a pot that’s known for spilling
Wait, where was I going ...
Now I’m just a freeze frame in a dress
Preserved like bodies on Everest
Till you turn me on again
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4. |
Landscapes
04:04
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You say
Not long till they
Discover those are not our bones
Whenever you call, I will come
Whether you go fast or slow, I keep up!
No one knows
How to save our pagan souls
I’ll just keep you close, keep you close ...
All those days in the forest making plans
Or when we drive straight through the night
You teach me how to take this gun apart
Standing by the river, I put it back together
I saw a sign telling me that I’m
Your antique girl in this antique world
(Hush) In landscapes hiding
Foreslopes, backslaps, saddles and shoulders
We’re a ghost, and we’re gold
Until they don’t find our bones
Ready to go, radio on
We both know they’re talkin’ ‘bout us
They can‘t understand why
We’re just killing time
Military cemeteries got me all dizzy, dizzy, dizzy
The pavement glows
Something’s come between us, though
I’ll just keep you close, keep you close ...
I spend my time spelling words with my toes
I’m not sure we’ll make it to the coast
I give the mountain a crew cut with my eye
Adding, subtracting
The landscape to my liking
I saw a sign telling me that I’m
Your antique girl in this antique world
(Hush) In landscapes hiding
Foreslopes, backslaps, saddles and shoulders
We’re a ghost, and we’re gold
Until they don’t find our bones
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Blue Grotto, Le Beau
01:51
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It’s a rave, it’s a rave
It’s a jewel of a day
Melon coolers, layer cakes
Rockets ablaze
Blue Grotto on toes, on my fingers Le Beau
Rompers of the finest terrycloth
Heading out on the Aqua Patio
Blue Grotto on toes, on my fingers Le Beau
Rim the flute
Mango juice and brut
Pour the grenadine
Tuck the children in
Invite everyone
It’s summer party!
It’s a rave, it’s a rave
Tiny umbrellas
Bubbly and fellows
Salads and jellos
Blue Grotto on toes, on my fingers Le Beau
Frederick wears his captain’s hat
One push! And he makes a splash
Everyone laughs (how fab)
Blue Grotto on toes, on my fingers Le Beau
Rim the flute
Mango juice and brut
Pour the grenadine
Tuck the children in
Invite everyone
It’s summer party!
Freckles on shoulders
No one’s teeth could be whiter
Summer party!
No one ever looks older, it’s a summer delighter
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6. |
Dreamvox
04:26
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Through halls of white
In frames of gold
Paint forms a face
Follows me
When I get home
I perform a life like they are spying on me
So that I’m not alone
When I sink into the bathtub daily
When I’m laying out the rock salt lately
Whose eye, whose eye, whose eye am I under?
I am controlling it
And I could erase it
But a mind cannot control
Stones, stones, stones
Out like a light
A diver dives
Straight, not at first
It takes time
And I’m alive
When I’m thinking of you thinking of me
Then I do exist
When I’m walking in the woods, I stumble
I hit the ground, it sounds like thunder
Whose eye, whose eye, whose eye am I under?
I am controlling it
And I could erase it
But a mind cannot control
Stones, stones, stones
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7. |
That Youth Is Wasted
04:24
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Echo, the streets echo
And we’re living inside
That old college try
I know it’s the same, despite
The faces not right
My room a far cry
You’ve been lost for too long
Stuck in the skeletal
You can never move on
Repeat, the years repeat
My lessons are blank
The room is vacant
Echo, where’d my friends go?
They disappear
But I feel them here
You’ve been lost for too long
Stuck in the skeletal
You can never move on
I’m going nowhere
And I’m OK with it
Promise means nothing in the end ...
Ergo, I will keep dreaming on
The youth is wasted
Who knows whether I’m young or old
It’s clear, it’s clear that youth is wasted
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8. |
Minor Miracles
03:12
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All the ways
We decipher days
No wonder we’re caught in a SNAFU
All the times
We mistook the sign
Thoughts aligning like a spine broken
Paralyzed, paralyzed, paralyzed
It’s a terrible mime
It’s a Chinese whisper
What we look for is what we’ll find
All over
Invisible
What comes through
Minor miracles
Some see red, lava, lust
Some stare too long and finally they go blind
People daft with illusion of grasp
Say that misprint’s no accident
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid
They are paranoid, paranoid, paranoid
A terrible mime
It’s a Chinese whisper
Words are flexible
All over
Invisible
What comes through
Minor miracles
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9. |
Loneliness
02:39
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Loneliness has a bad reputation
It’s better than the company of strangers
I like strangers better than friends
Because you don’t always have to talk to them
Lonely, but not empty
Lonely, lonely
But not empty
Running in the park with my headphones on
Dinner party at the house
Guests at the door
My mind wanders about space and time
Everyone brings a casserole
Lonely, but not empty
Lonely, lonely
But not empty
I try so hard to find that connection
Loneliness has a bad connotation
Lonely, but not empty
Lonely, lonely
But not empty
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10. |
Invisible Lassos
03:17
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I saw blades of grass
Where I now see a lawn
I heard the wings of mosquitoes
And now I hear none
I’ve been launching invisible lassos
Around my future
Casting forward!
Now I’m casting back
Will all you zealots just turn it down
It’s making me jealous
That you can still obsess
If I could be die-hard again
Constantly falling, constantly falling
In love with everything
My mind
First time
Bending, bending, bending
The sound
I heard was
Deafening, deafening, deafening!
When you’re a young one
You hate where you come from
Wait long enough
And you will become
A willing yokel
To those who think it novel
Walk barefoot in the city
Bloody an Aussie
Wearing a Nudie Suit
My mind
First time
Bending, bending, bending
The sound
I heard was
Deafening, deafening, deafening!
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11. |
Tidy Fire
03:25
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I’m a tidy fire
Pining for the pines
I keep an overgrown mind
It’s how I walk between lines
Skinny girls, they love to dance
They don’t look quite right
Fantastic dreams
And a shelf of curiosities
I polish each one
I polish each one
There’s talk of my potential to strike
I keep my elbows by my sides
In my mind, I move much better
Then you come rollin’ in
You can see I’m smolderin’
And we won’t stop or drop or put it out
Things get outta control
You come rollin’ in
You can see I’m smolderin’
We won’t stop or drop or put it out
Things get outta control, man
I’m a tidy fire
You’re a coach I can approach
You can put me in
You’ve been fanning my flame to it
White girls, they love to dance
But I don’t look quite right
I’ll just be waiting around for the right time
Just be waiting around for the right time
This is me waiting
This is me waiting
You come rollin’ in
See I’m smolderin’
And we won’t stop or drop or put it out
Then you come rollin’ in
You can see I’m smolderin’
And we won’t stop or drop or put it out
Things get outta control, man
I’m a tidy fire
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12. |
Porcelain
04:18
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Faux is the night like a Spielberg set
Lying on my back like a dog smoking hemp
I swallowed a headlamp, I wear it in me
The very smallest nesting doll
Travels to lazy tongue to arrhythmic heart
To the porcelain clown foot I carry in my foot
Why'd you wanna go
And rip the magic off
Why’d you wanna get unromantic
Unromantic
I used to feel like a subway saw
Mystifying until I sang to you on the hill
You fell asleep, are you sleeping still?
Birds don’t sing on this dark afternoon
Is love as fast as the shadow that’s cast
Or as stubborn as footprints on moons
Why’d you wanna go
And rip the magic off
Why’d you wanna get unromantic
Unromantic
I warned you
I warned you
Pryin’ leads to sighin‘
I gave up on, I gave up on pryin’
I gave up
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Fetching Pails Nashville, Tennessee
The solo project of Jill Townsend, Nashville singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist
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