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Pipeline To The Sun
03:27
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He had a big gun He had a half Stack
He had a cool job that would pat him on the back
He had a zoom ride He had a zoom cash
He had a zoom closet that would make him zoom flash
Heaven hold my hand
I listen to the word box I listen every day
I listen to the hip sound and it seemed to say
Hey, where you been, man? Out in the Weed?
You know that milk and honey ain’t got what you need
You come up here, boy, where it’s all done
We got a pipeline right to the sun
He packed away his gun He sold his half-stack
He moved into a neighborhood that’s on its way back
He walkin’ through the park The gallery event
He has so little time It must be well spent
Heaven hold my hand
I listen to the papers I listen to the street
I listen to the Rock Club Try to keep the beat
Hey, where you been, man? The Upper Side?
You know that place will leave your heart and soul denied
Come over here, boy, where it’s all done
We got a pipeline right to the sun
He unpacked his gun He bought a half-stack
He moved into a neighborhood that grows it’s own crack
His room an elevator His shower in the stair
He pay his fifty dollar to have his nasty hair
Heaven hold my hand
I listen to the dogfight I listen to the queer
I listen to the asphalt and I think I hear
Hey, where you been, man? Up in the ‘hood?
You know a flat like that ain’t gonna do no good
You come down here, man, where life is fun
We got a pipeline from the sun
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Shout Out
03:09
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I wonder why I don’t ever cry
Out with a shout when I hear about
All that could fall from a very tall
Man with a plan who don’t understand
Shout it out aloud
You, yessir, you. Do you do what you
Know will not go with the flow of the
Day that they say is the only way
Out of the doubt that we fret about
Shout it out aloud
Yes we should test what we fear could be
Wrong for the song that we hope is the
Best for the quest helping all the rest
Out of the doubt that we shout about
Shout it out aloud
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3. |
Kill Time
04:47
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I am weary, my eyes are bleary
My back is broken
As lies unspoken go running through me
I cannot see my way out
All I see through your twisted dark view
Is garish faces
But they leave traces of your treason
Using reason to tell your lies
I hold my lung, I bite my tongue
Leaving all the sin unsung
You confuse me when you use me
Just to kill time
To commit crime against my nature
To reinstate your silly lie
I hold my lung, I bite my tongue
Leaving all the sin unsung
In that still place, below the mind's race
The heart center,
You cannot enter, an empty flower
The shining power of my heart
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4. |
My Uncle Lou
03:39
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Jimmy had a brain, left it in the rain and donated it to science
They cut it in two, fixed it back with glue, turned it into an appliance
I want to be just like him
Then my uncle Lou told me what to do if i want to really make it
Took me by the knee, said “Fred come with me Life is nothing if you fake it”
Eyeball to eyeball he said to me you
Ain’t gonna make it if you ain’t gonna shake it an you
Ain't gonna rock it if you keep it in your pocket gotta
Dig down, turn around and giver the little tiddlywink a bone
I went back to school with my golden rule, acing all my tests and
quizzes
Then I saw the one staring in the sun she could be my little misses
She’d charm the nose off your face
Cindy was a queen, twinkle of a tween with a honeysuckle hairdo
Beauty charm and grace smashed up on her face, wore a hat you wouldn’t dare to
Eyeball to eyeball with her I thought I
Ain’t gonna make it if you ain’t gonna shake it an you
Ain't gonna rock it if you keep it in your pocket gotta
Dig down, turn around and giver the little tiddlywink a bone
Cindy looked at me, kissed me with her knee held me squirming in her power
I could smell her mind pressing on the time and I knew it was my hour
I just might die here and now
I pulled out my heart, took it all apart, and I handed her the pieces
First she let it drain then she ate a vein licking in between the creases
I did not die and now I know why you
Ain’t gonna make it if you ain’t gonna shake it an you
Ain't gonna rock it if you keep it in your pocket gotta
Dig down, turn around and giver the little tiddlywink a bone
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5. |
Time Machine
03:58
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Set the controls for the heart of the sunrise
Heat and steam me from the dream
Unglue my eyes
The clock it wrings its hands as its little system
Comes apart when I start
My time machine
The heat of the engine pours blast the cold away
seconds shower down, break apart and come unwound
wash all the worry away
Set the dial to take awhile stretch the time being
minutes fail as I sail
my time machine
Any moment showers now streaming down my back
stand on the drain and watch the seconds rain, puddle of a
tic-toc amnesiac
My jets are cooling down the clock gloats as I lose steam
He wrings his hands as I land
my time machine
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6. |
Shaman
04:36
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Bryan Wade New York
Avant-folk-rock sound stories for deep lovers with busy minds.
Tom Waits and The Dirty Projectors meet at Midnightght In
The Graveyard Of Good And Evil.
This is the sound made when rock music meets Buddhist meditation with a dose of American skepticism.
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