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Bounce
03:51
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We never left the swamp
We never left the swamp
And all of you humans thought
A beaver can’t sing or dance
We prove them wrong
We sing the song
Electric, ambidextrous
Swim with castor canadensis
Bracing for the sun
Waking up alone
The hopes and dreams
The mad machinery
I think I’ve seen the end
It draws you in
It’s naked medicine
Warming in the cold
Swim, swim, swim
Take my hand and let’s begin
Concrete criss-cross out of town
Down the southbound so and so
Far away a wind is blowing
Now it’s me on radio
(Yes)
And I know
The vanity of a man
Where Hatshepsut fell in the sand
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2. |
Tombs in Paradise
03:41
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Ice in the glass
Their faces are melting at half past
He fades his cut
She braids her locks
Brooding in the corner in the dark
I ruffle the cuffs
Fix with a grimace and make it up
Send these two up to the show floor
Table’s been set for one more
I’ve seen these eyes
Tache noir-disguised
Something concealed that appealed to my taste
Son of a past erased
Tombs in paradise
I made one for you
Useless at this price
‘Maldehyde dreaming and digging a hole
We’ll watch the lemons grow
Fleshward the backyard is grooving
Soothing and fragrant and ripe
You know I like
The man was too tight
Groping around for his specs in the sun
No match for a needle gun
Tombs in paradise
I made one for you
Useless at this price
‘Maldehyde nightmares that sway in the breeze
They put the palm in trees
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3. |
The South
01:27
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I might die
If I move back to the South
Homogenous
A hundred sons
And a glistening hundred women
In heat
Cracked-lipped, impassioned, slow-mouthed
They’re muttering an old farmhouse wisdom
I might move back to the South
If I die
Lots of room to spread out
And become the ground again
My brother has my will
It says, “Plant me in the roots of a
Flowering dogwood”
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4. |
East
01:29
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5. |
9000 Turns
02:54
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My hands disintegrate
Stretched out on the jointer
Hum that old tune from the hymnal
Eleven, twelve, twelve, ten, and again
Dollar shades lost in the waves
Good way floating by
Son, this bus must be leaving
And thankless always the man
Man who built these hands
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6. |
An Old Machine
02:56
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Take me to your leader
Put it on every speaker
Let me be your teacher
I will make you a believer
They said take me to your leader
But I wasn’t sure who they meant
They said you should have been preparing
But not for the advent
I only speak in dial tone
Talk in binary on the phone
Sit atop an eight-bit throne
We are way past the danger zone
Alien life forms written in a biblical equation
I was greeted by, this is not an invasion
But to us, it is an occasion for celebration
Take me to your leader
Put it on every speaker
Let me be your teacher
Making believers out of you
Put on my tin hat
How about that
Space waves are coming in flat
Get my orders radioed in by satellite
Subatomic beams laced with calcite
You ignored our crop sites
Never suspected the northern lights
How did you expect to get it right
‘Cause the invasion begins at daylight
Take me to your leader
Take me to your leader
Process the tape
Rewind the soul
Unhalf the whole
Unending wait
(To your leader)
Protect and swerve
Respect the glitch
Hold off the fix
The microcosmic fable you deserve
(And it will be over)
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7. |
Fleshmonger
00:50
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8. |
Beaches
02:23
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They’re chopping up the air
Soaring into sunset down our beaches
That’s the sound of freedom
It’s what I was told if I believe it
Lonely boat out there
But the crawdads don’t care
Sea men hope for nets so full they break
Clear from here to ever
Even sea and heaven
The palm aren’t native, but they’re here
We’ll take eight
Lonely boat out there
But the crawdads don’t care
Lumbees take their paycheck on the shore
Clear from here to ever
Even sea and heaven
Castles lost today and years before
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9. |
Monk House
01:29
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10. |
Don't Want to Leave
03:01
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That’s the way we’ve always done it ‘round here
I can see the sun from my window
It sure looks nice in the morning
Unpack your bag
We’re staying here tonight
This spot’s alright
And I don’t want to leave
You don’t string up your neon lights
‘Til the holidays are through
And the face I see glowing at night
It’s you
That’s the way we’ll always do it, year to year
Looking down from the mountain
The city’s just a microchip
Unpack your bag
We’re staying here tonight
This spot’s just fine
And we’ve got time
The bump on your head
We’re all dying to know what’s inside
And who’s on your mind
Who’s on your mind
Who’s on your mind
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Spend my morning
Forgetting all the things I’m supposed to do
O’s and x’s
I can never seem to get out of my head
Strapped in
I’m dead
There’s news I read today and it’s true
You gotta wear jeans that fit
I forgot I was alive
There’s a dust bowl town on the cusp of a sigh
Oh, you gotta unlatch your belt
I want to hear that stainless sing
I want Imogen Heap in a pile of jasper
And ask her if it’s good to be
Waist away
Lovely patina
Twirling girl
Timid gaze
Four in the morning
Let the tape run out all night
Waves are breaking
And in the darkness I see red
Strapped in
I’m dead
There’s news I read today and it’s true
You gotta wear jeans that fit
I forgot I was alive
There’s a dust bowl town on the cusp of a sigh
Oh, you gotta let down your guard
I want to know and feel and touch
I want you to trust in my affliction
This prediction sad for all but us
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12. |
South II
02:09
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Mindless dive into streams full of nothing
And dreams that make me bear my soul
For what
For what?
I’m awake as I slide back into Rae’s
Another cup, the roast is dark
And the neon slowly fades into day
Tony, he’s been here forty-some
A good son from Michoacán
I thought there was more than this
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Starsapien Los Angeles, California
Cosmic country & western from songwriter-producer Jay Siebold and Sapien band of outlaws. A Siebold Sound project.
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