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released 23 May 1982
Recorded and engineered by Tavo Carbone- except "Dreams in ice" [engineered by Tavo Carbone/Z.Polzin], "Parachutes" [engineered by Tavo Carbone/Z.Polzin] and "This is not the country" [engineered/recorded by C.Buckridge]
All songs written by Tavo Carbone- except "Like a sick eagle" [© C.Ives 1913-1920], "He is there!" [© C.Ives 1917], "At the river" [© C.Ives 1916], "This is not the country" [© C.Buckridge/T.Carbone] and "Windows" [© T.Carbone/M.Boynton].
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- Track Name: I like to dance
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1, 2!
3, 4!
5, 6!
7, 8!
I like to dance.
I like to dance.
I really like to dance.
I like to dance!
Let's go out tonight for some expensive fun.
Everybody seems to know that I like to dance
With girls like you, who don't even know which way the wind blows.
Come on and watch me dance.
Watch me dance!
Watch me dance!
Watch me dance!
I'm twirling!
Watch me dance, I said!
Let's have some expensive food at a restaurant I don't even like!
You've got some food on your chin-
Don't be embarrassed! -
I'll just create a distraction by dancing! - Track Name: Cavalcade
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Everything went wrong with you.
I'm singing the same old song into a microphone.
No one I know knows the truth.
It's all gone to smoke in a quiet alleyway.
It's times, at times; all the time-
There's no ear to hear my heart beat for a kiss.
Are you listening to your own?
Somewhere there's a carrot hanging over a hungry dog's head.
He won't make it to the river with rocks in his paw.
Just ignore the kettle when its scream fills your house-
Don't go bottling private steam on Sundays
While bachelors tan beach-side and
Mirrors flood the sidewalk.
On evening's fork some have come face-to-face with themselves
And you can tell.
It's times like this time.
Romeo & Juliette should have listened to their parents.
Are you sleeping? I am, still.
Everything wrong went with you.
The dew will send what the drainpipe couldn't keep
Downstream for the fog any minute now.
No one asks about you: what's left to say...?
The whale is now a horny toad, harpooned at the throat.
If you're out, you're in- You've done a terrible thing!
You can make all your wishes on another man's washes, but
Don't come back any minute now. - Track Name: Gesundtheit to the lady in blue
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Last night I met a lady in blue by a name I'd rather not mention.
Dancing the tango at .45 speed seemed to carry a lot of weight.
She worried about her hair- so after a while so did I.
This is one of those songs about an inconsequential sexual encounter.
It's time for a sneeze in my life.
It's time for a sneeze.
The radio was playing opera just for us until the fat lady was interrupted.
Not to say that she was fat at all.
I think you know exactly what I mean?
"So you're from Texas,
Alabama,
Far from Kansas since August you say?
Oh how nice it must be!"
I've been down south before, but
We all go west at the end of the day
Until it's time for sneeze in your life.
It's time for a sneeze.
"Oh my! It's getting late in the night!"
"You should see me in the light of day".
The dancers go fumbling as the choir winds down,
Leaving nothing but sweat in the air.
There wasn't much to talk about- and
Then there was the lady in blue.
...And then there was the lady in blue.
There wasn't much to talk about. - Track Name: Like a sick eagle (by Charles Ives) - (live)
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The spirit is too weak.
Mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of god-like hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking towards the sky. - Track Name: Stealing pizza from a fly
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The air inside is warm, but here
I'm forced to go door to door in the winter.
The doctors are the fathers;
They've got the money back home to provide.
They make their children pasta and some pie.
That sure beats stealing pizza from a fly.
But I do try.
Changes of a certain sort have
Burst in through the door and stained my skin.
Taking the train home at night isn't fun.
I remember last week it was alright.
"Get your checkbook, I'll wait here in the parlor".
I've heard Cal say that once or twice before.
I've never sold before.
I've never sold before.
They make their children pasta and some pie.
That sure beats stealing pizza from a fly.
But I do try.
But I do try. - Track Name: As I walked away - (demo)
- As you fell down from the sky to the ground I tried waving to you but the season pulled on me and I couldn't help you. Every time the sun goes away there is nothing to do but hide. The trees won't cry leaves the same anymore- I wonder how they look to you. You offered your hand a long long time ago but I punched it for inspiration and then locked it up in a box underground. Please tell me how these days are for you and your heart.
- Track Name: A little more wine
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What do dumb sons know about
The son, who figures father's got to
Mother mother who's reaching out
For reasons to make that reason rhyme
As people do when they think they can?
A farmer fills his pig's pen with wine.
He knows- come Sunday at slaughterhouse time
They won't be hurting as they otherwise might-
But red juice can turn a ham's hoof upside-down.
We are flying ants in the kitchen, near a honeycomb.
Two stale peas make good fishing when the bait is gone.
I read in the letters grandpa sends
When grandpa goes there will be no men.
The fly can eat the Venus Fly and we can all use a little more wine. - Track Name: Theme
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Welcome home, where the skies are black-
Just make your doorway in the earth.
You've never seen such a lovely sight.
I'm gonna show you the way of the city man's life.
If you're talking change you can count me in!
I mark my bible with a Pokemon card,
Where the skies aren't black and the grass isn't brown.
Welcome home, little boy.
Welcome home, little boy. - Track Name: Thin branches against a window [demo 4]
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There's a branch that you're hanging from.
The birds and bears won't catch you.
Keep your feet on the ground!
Keep your feet on the ground, now.
Back in town they will never stop to help you out.
But don't let it bring you down-
Don't let it bring you down. - Track Name: Don't pick a rose (demo)
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You love her, but feel so sad.
Don't just pick a rose because you can.
You shave and shave and you wash and wash
But hear laughter in the drain-
And you know her, but maybe won't.
Your heart runs faster and faster than your feet can.
Don't drink the ink in the bottle.
Letters live in the garden where the flowers grow.
Don't you cry just a little more, or go
Stepping on a rose.
Don't you cry just a little more.
Think how when you were young
Nobody was laughing and they're not going to now.
You can't fall if you're not standing-
Like a scarecrow full of mice, on the move.
Those letters live in the garden where the flowers grow.
Don't you cry just a little more, or go
Stepping on a rose.
Don't you cry just a little more, please.
I won't drink the ink in the bottle,
Or the summer, or the snow.
Don't you cry just a little more, or go
Stepping on a rose.
Don't you cry just a little more, please.
Don't pick a rose, please. - Track Name: Hello
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Sitting in the bathtub is probably where you sometimes found me.
Here's me smaller piece to a story you know.
Why did we make it so dramatic with crazy tongues of fire?
I'm remembering just a flying chair,
A lady,
My home and
An amplifier.
Two buildings fall: that boy there must be crazy,
So watch him throw down the dice that
Cuts his hand wide open.
How do you count your sheep-
Over the fence or into the pond?
When we meet we'll be able to laugh at the sky
In a clinically acceptable way.
...just thought I'd say hello. - Track Name: This is not the country
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Ain't no moon not worth chasing.
Ain't no reason why the cows have been overturned.
I said I would not cry.
Look at me in the face and tell me how you let me down.
This is not the country- you can't act that way.
This is not the country- you can't act that way.
Ain't no moon not worth chasing: that's what I say.
The cows have been overturned.
I said I would not cry.
Look at me in the face or the car and tell me why.
This is not the country- you can't act that way.
I'm stirrup and spur boy,
I'm a cattle-prod lasso little boy. - Track Name: Story
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Basil Spring is paranoid.
After his father had run away from his mother
He was ashamed that at age nine or ten he should be sleeping with his mother.
Later he quit several jobs, where he knew there were men.
There they were saying he was going crazy.
They laughed at him
"It won't be long now", they said.
It was a girl- the girl from the Salvation Army hostel.
Never seen that on a page before.
Who told them?
She was after him to marry him.
And down south she followed him five hundred miles.
When he moved east four hundred more,
He saw her on the streetcar talking on the behind him-
Sure, he was going crazy.
He's gonna lose his air first and then he's gonna go crazy. - Track Name: Windows
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(incoherent)
Rearranging possessions.
Weeding out the rocks from the window.
Inching my wooden chair slowly from the corner to the window. - Track Name: The captain and the wind
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I set sail for the treasure in the autumn of my youth.
It was different from previous voyages,
Because I actually found a treasure.
The storm came and the wind blew.
I was my captain, I was my ship hand.
I didn't figure I needed a hand with anything-
So when the storm sunk my ship, I cried.
All I can tell you is beware when the wind blows.
When the wind begins to blow.
When it blows.
When the wind blows. - Track Name: The hill
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There's a dream I have where you are afraid
Of something I cannot help or hide.
Then a lake floods and fills the TV and
I wake up worrying that we have gone wrong.
In the dark we undress and
We don't even know who we are.
There's a ring at the bottom of that lake.
Inside my coffee and under my feet
Winter is humming a song I've heard
Of the streets and corners I used to fit in.
Like a ship in a bottle, I planned to escape.
Can I place my head on your breast?
Please mail it in an envelope- I'll need it everyday.
There's a ribbon in her eyes that
Unravels when she doubts anything
(but mostly everything) in this world and
There is no one and nothing else
That does this to me.
This dream keeps on coming at me
Like a knife that tastes like candy.
There's a tree by a house by the tireswing rope
That saw more than this, but was taken down.
Every dream you dream is with me until
I ask all the questions that get me to sleep
With the one I know will always know my reasons
For even waking up at all.
There is no one and nothing that does this to me. - Track Name: Old gravy
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You're flaccid in the soul again
When silly putty ain't got nothing on you.
You're flaccid in the soul again
If you're playing the flute, but the snake won't rise.
If you're paralyzed in the street lay down and catch the rain.
The needle is now a diamond in the hay.
Time will never change.
We grow out of the diaper just to wear it again.
Hands touch feet when one lands.
Can you spare some change for a boy,
For a boy who's lost his change in his beard?
The needle is now a diamond in the hay.
Provolone Lila can dance til she drops
Your wallet in the middle of the act.
The needle is now a diamond in the hay. - Track Name: Long distance
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Lay your head on my shoulder.
There's no need to cry.
We can watch the branches fall down again.
Lay your head down to sleep.
When I'm here I try to make things better for you.
In the rain we went swimming
In the lake that coughed up a ring.
Premature eradication came so easily to me.
Lay your head down to sleep.
When I'm here I try to make things better for you. - Track Name: Isabelle's song
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I'm mopping the floor for the third time today.
On the inside I'm no more afraid
Than those outside, looking in.
It's time to go.
I want a train to carry me away, but
All the clocks are broken.
My shoe is gone.
He kissed my hand in the ballroom
Before the snow was falling.
It's time for me to go away.
But I'm afraid to change- I can't move my feet.
It's time to go.
It's time to go. - Track Name: Help me from the woods
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Looking for you will never cross my mind.
There's nothing I want to say or do to you, but
Once in a while I try and justify the damage.
When I'm on the train I conceal myself from possibility.
I wonder why I loved you.
I am trying to say that
A compass did no help me from the woods.
There's a cigarette burn on my left hand.
Please let me get on with my life, with the woman I love.
She makes you look like dirt. - Track Name: Scattering crows
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If the moon cuts my eye, I'll go home.
I'll catch a train to get another view and
The shades will fall down and the only sound
Will be my thoughts of you.
He found a shoe on the shore.
In a cloud of gin it spoke to him
As things did when he willed them to.
There may be something left for him.
In a tree stump he cursed me and my love.
It cost me twelve dollars just to find out.
Let's walk for a little while- and by little I mean
As long as it takes to see why the crows have scattered.
Let's walk for a while, if you have the time- or
Until someone's sweat turns to blood.
She took off her shoes on the shore and
She never knew who stole them away
From her eyes that still watch the passing feet.
There may be nothing left for her, but
There's something left for him.
I knew him such a long, long time ago.
The deck was clean and he hung himself with my tablecloth.
All the roses not in bloom were left standing- though wilting- but
Still left standing on the table in the end.
Why'd he have to go scattering crows? - Track Name: The shooting of Young Notorious Cowboy
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Here's the story about the Young Notorious Cowboy Who didn't pack a gun.
He was three feet tall, often stepping on his beard.
He liked to play in the hay, but could do no harm.
Then came the boxcar-hopping thief,
With his feet never staying in one place.
His spur hit the sun,
With the sound like a thousand light bulbs breaking.
Young Notorious Cowboy was frightened for his life.
Young Notorious Cowboy was shot down.
When the smoke cleared everyone was smoking.
The water never looked so blue.
The water never looked so blue-
It never looked so blue, it never looked so blue.
...And so the Young Notorious Cowboy decided
He was gonna walk to the store, bleeding all over the floor.
Maybe buy a candy bar.
Take the horse out for a final ride.
And he said "I'm gonna get you".
"I've never packed a gun, I'm so innocent.
I'm the Young Notorious Cowboy,
Notorious for non-violence and vulnerability-
But I won't hesitate to avenge my death.
No I won't!"
Yes, the Young Notorious Cowboy!
...Are you sleeping? - Track Name: Twiddling thumbs
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If I leave tonight I might not come back.
That has always been good enough for me.
Draw your blinds and watch the evening show.
Bring your handkerchief to soak up your feelings.
If I leave tonight I might be back, but
In the form of a letter or a red moon.
What am I going to say?
The clouds are my pillow when I am not smiling.
I'd like to see a winter's day without a summer memory.
My flowers grow tall- much taller than me.
I promised that I'd never be short again.
The moon is laughing, the sun is shining.
I'm in the middle, twiddling my thumbs.
Yes, the ballroom is gone but the birds are pretending
To sing their songs in a predictable way.
Yesterday my Isabelle was to arrive.
Inside a house in the woods there's a man
Who claims that dreams
Are nothing more than a tense conversation.
Come tomorrow I won't be twiddling thumbs anymore.
This song will have dripped right from my brow.
Please come dance with me to the moon and back again.
A flower is growing from your eye.
In the light of day I'm not so handsome.
The night has a way of hiding my wrinkles.
All of the dirt from my hands get washed away.
The band will play on and on.
We come up and are cut down like flowers.
It was so hot, the birds were screaming.
I hope we dance again. - Track Name: Dreams in ice
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There's a place in your eyes where the snow falls
On the faces of those that aren't your own.
I want to tell you a little story, and it goes like this;
Though it's not quite tall-
If you bend down to pickup the quarter on the ice of the pond,
You just might fall
Into places only known by skeletons and fish of frozen bone.
I heard you say:
"Expect bad weather, I'll be home drinking gin".
It's just that kind of night tonight
On the pond, so slippery and worn.
There are dreams preserved,
Like the window in your favorite store.
The mannequin's holding all the fish bones.
It's only dreams.
It's only dreams.
It's only dreams in ice- and we'll find them.
It's only dreams in ice. - Track Name: Song to Oakley Jr.
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I couldn't sell anything today.
Door-to-door isn't that great.
Mom up and left on Monday.
I couldn't sell anything today.
Hey there, little Oakley!
Don't be afraid.
Your father's gonna help us out as soon as he gets paid.
I wish they'd stop slamming doors in your father's face...
There's something that I'd like to share.
On the job I often get sad.
I even have trouble getting up the steps sometimes.
One day you'll understand why.
Hey there, little Oakley!
Don't be afraid.
Your father's gonna help us out as soon as he gets paid.
I wish they'd stop slamming doors in your father's face...
Don't the beans on the kitchen counter there!
I bought that for our Christmas stocking.
Give me a minute, dear.
A sale for every tear...
Hey there, Oakley!
Don't be afraid.
I'll help us out as soon as I get paid.
I wish they'd stop slamming doors in your father's face... - Track Name: In the isle
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What a nice day for a smile.
What a good day to talk for a while.
What a nice day it is.
I would like to wear your teeth on my fingernails.
I would like to wear your teeth on my fingernails
On this nice day when the hills are green.
On this wonderful day, I've gotta be forward with you little girl-
I'd like to wear your teeth on my fingernails.
I'd like to wear. - Track Name: At the river (by Charles Ives) - (live)
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Shall we gather at the river, where bright angel feet have trod?
With its crystal tide forever flowing by the throne of God.
Gather at the river.
Yes, we'll gather at the river!
The beautiful, the beautiful river.
Yes, we'll gather at the river that flows by the throne of God.
Shall we gather?
Shall we gather at the river? - Track Name: The ground is screaming ("In the Morning" demo)
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Every night I've been knitting in the dark where no one else can see me.
When the sun returns I will keep my head down and
Whisper softly to myself.
Yes, today will be different from all the rest!
I have not a clue why.
If any small thing goes wrong the ground will be screaming.
How long must the rain keep falling on my head?
I am about to go out of my mind.
Going out of my mind. - Track Name: I was sleeping
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"Good morning, good morning!"
"Good mornninggg..."
"Time to eat. Time to get dressed"
"I had the strangest dream. I don't think you'd believe me if I told you all of it"
"Uh uh. What?"
"I woke up and I was inside some kind of house. And I was sleeping next to a woman. And I had a family...and there were people...going through my wallet. Although for second, I didn't care about my wallet"
"How could you not care about your wallet?"
"I was sleeping"
"Uh huh"
" I was sleeping"
"Uh huh..."
"I was sleeping. I was sleeping!"
"Okay...well it's time to get up and...I made you some breakfast here. Time to get dressed! Don't to go and get the paper!"
"Time I went back to sleep!"
"It's time you woke up!"
"Time I went back to sleep!"
"It's time you woke!"
"It's time I went back to sleep"
"...It's time you woke. Uh huh..." - Track Name: Figure 8
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I'll wait for you time and time again
For the rest of the time.
Won't you wait for me too?
Under the moon we can sing to each other as we cry
Over and over again over and over again over again.
I am smelling the pillowcase that you left here with me,
So here is something for you from me:
I'll always love you. - Track Name: Resolution
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1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9...10.
It's time to start all over again.
Can you see math books in the air, like me?
Junior's taking a piping hot bath.
Where the city meets the country, trapezoids caught my ear.
I'll live in the briefcase until I'm sideswiped by a deer.
But, hey, the work is great and the son is fine.
It's good to see you on the borderline.
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2...1 squared.
Is that my life in a formula over there?
These math books are all I have left,
So gas should help burn these parenthetic texts.
Can't you see the fire burning roast-beef-red in my backyard?
Now the neighborhood's on fire.
I hear police car sirens loud-
...And I'm in county jail.
A trigonometric sight.
But I have a young boy and no wife...
It's good to see you on the borderline.
It's good to see you on the borderline. - Track Name: Ballad
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The lifeguard was away swimming in a lake.
I'd been to the shore but never fallen in before.
"Oh".
Answer no questions so I won't knock on doors.
Do you remember lilacs...hm?
"Oh".
My only regret was pushing and pushing you away to the side. - Track Name: Crumbling teeth (demo 1)
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Trust me if you can!
I need you to give me more time.
Please, give me more time!
"I'm sorry" says nothing anymore.
How do I find an appropriate way to make myself clear?
I'm becoming invisible here and the more I'm erased the more I appear.
"I'm sorry" says nothing anymore. - Track Name: Parachutes
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Old words, low heights- me and you.
Your tail is wagging by the door but your body is tanning on the lawn.
A child is thrown high, caught low and
Is bouncing side to side to a dead man's eye.
His tea is still on.
Trees are crying petals down our necks.
A widow's veil is in the mailbox.
We are parachuting.
In our home the birds flew through the roof and broke mom's best china.
To broken beaks and satellites, watching with popcorn:
Can you hear us now?
Will you help us out?
We're roosters chasing the sun.
We are parachuting down. - Track Name: An anonymous letter
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In a barroom far enough from home
I'm doing push-ups on the throbbing vein of my forehead-
If only because (at least I think I know)-
I left your house, only to come back.
Here's your son.
Watch him fall and fall again.
In the evening there's a moment at the table right in time.
To be completely frank, the sound of chewing really makes me crazy.
I'm going out, I'm coming in. I'm going out, I'm coming in. I'm going out, I'm coming in-
Can you hear me now?
Who's waving the white flag?
Who's waving the red?
Here's your son.
Pick him up and watch him go.
"How's your son?"
Watch him fall and fall again. - Track Name: Dry mouth (demo 1)
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Up and off the ground jumps an eyebrow, bird egg blue.
You might think it sounds out of tune, but
Along the way as we dance a little to the left
You'll begin to understand that no one's stepping on your toes.
How can we speak as if we've talked before?
If the shadows in your eyes were to lay down like a dying whale
I just might come over and over again with the vultures circling at their will.
How can we sleep when all we do is dream?
(Here or there)
On a Tuesday in I'm spitting bullets in the street.
I have case of dry mouth every time we meet.
No one's stepping on your toes.
Off/on go the room lights all night until the sun comes up.
Please help me see your face if you have to staple my head on.
How can I think when I'm in your arms?
No one's stepping on your toes. - Track Name: He is there! (by Charles Ives) - (live)
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Fifteen years ago today, a little Yankee-
Little Yankee boy-
Marched beside his grand-daddy in the decoration day parade.
The village band would play those old war tunes,
The G.A.R. would shout "Hip, hip! Hooray!",
In the same old way as it sounded on the old camp ground.
That boy has sailed o'er the ocean!
He is there! He is there! He is there!
He's fighting for the right, but when it comes to might
He is there! He is there! He is there!
As the allies fend off all the warlords,
He'll be there! He'll be there!
And then the world will shout the battle-cry of freedom,
Tenting on a new camp ground.
Fifteen years ago today,
A little Yankee- with a German name-
Heard the tale of forty-eight,
Why his grand-daddy joined Uncle Sam.
His father fought that midieval stuff and he will fight it now.
"Hip, hip! Hooray!"-
This is the day when he'll finish up that age-d job.
That boy has sailed o'er the ocean!
He is there! He is there! He is there!
He's fighting for the right, but when it comes to might
He is there! He is there! He is there!
As the allies fend off all the warlords,
He'll be there! He'll be there!
And then the world will shout the battle-cry of freedom,
Tenting on a new camp ground.
Tenting tonight!
Tenting on a new camp ground!
For it's rally round the flag boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom! - Track Name: Donald's Song
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Oh Donald, be German.
Shave and shower now.
To go with the time is to be dragged down.
Your dogs were waiting seventy years ago.
They went with the bombs and got extinguished by the snow.
Don't look back , Donald- no.
Oh Donald, be a good boy.
Greta was your lady back home.
She really was pretty, but
She's probably dead now- you can get away with murder.
Sometimes you got to get on your back to get the monkey off.
Murder's never sounded so grand.
I don't mean to be cruel, but the 1930's are waiting.
Get the tuxedo, boy. - Track Name: Start. Stop.
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Careful- step lightly!
Don't loss your way.
There's a pot of gold at the edge of town.
If you need me I'll be at the moon.
There's a change in my bones and my skin's on fire.
Can you help me find a phone to call the cops on myself?
Have you ever felt there's something more
Than what you've been taught to know at the end of the day?
Start. stop.
Watch for trapdoors that might throw you off-course,
Like a pinball in church.
There's money in the basket- come on, pass it on!
Pass it on!
We can gossip as we go.
We had to confess anyway.
I'll be drinking coffee, black in the day and white in the night
At the end of the day. - Track Name: Into the fog (demo)
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They fell into wrinkled hands when the dew smelled of saline and
The trees could no longer hide them.
Now that they've woken up they've woken up,
There is nothing but the fog to be somewhat content with.
When summer is here we'll bend our spines like a flower That will never reach the sun.
Isabelle made dinner every night
While her husband messed around in the pigeon coop.
Just before his mistress came, she cut off his thumb and
Put it in her soup.
As summer approaches, we'll bend our spines like a flower
That always had water but will never reach the sun.
There's a look in her eyes tonight
That makes me want to sing poorly to children.
Isabelle and I are content with the fog that
Comes unannounced often.
When winter is here, like flowers we'll fall
With dreams of reaching the sun. - Track Name: Bessie
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On the day to one year exact, you walked into the kitchen.
This was before you got fat, but
You were always afraid.
You jumped right onto the furniture.
You made made me feel more mature.
There were paint spots on your fur.
And then you made orange.
Why did you run in your sleep?
You should have been at the heels of sheep.
If the tears made you more afraid
Of the sun coming through the shade
Or the choice we had to make
I'll pick the sand from your eyes.
I wept with the false acceptance of a boy.
There must be feelings that we put away
When something takes its place.
I am sorry for the nervous nights-
I am sorry I was not your size-
But I'm sorry most for your surprise.
You had a happy life. - Track Name: Predictions of autumn
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Waiting again.
The curtains stir.
Inconsolable light parts the dust.
You drag yourself around like a crippled dog.
Distance making your tragedy.
Light stirs her- she'll be your tragedy.
I read your name in papers on the lips of mutual friends
Who's new-found friendship brings glory in their redawn lores of
Sunsets emanating predictions of autumn.
Waiting again.
You were her reason to feel tragic.
Light stirs her- she'll be your tragedy.
Waiting again.
Waiting again. - Track Name: In the woods (demo 2)
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In the woods I walk on an afternoon after before.
I wanted more, so now I'm counting money but
Knocking on locked doors- not old enough to know.
I've been wearing a watch since the mile we walked and
Now that time is ticking I don't know what is left to sweep!
But no matter how I sweep, the dust grows high as the door.
Not old enough to know. - Track Name: In the spring
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Out of the song and into the street,
We woke up in the rain singing a song that perked up a dog's ear and
Pulled up daisies, yellowing-gray.
In the spring the grass will grow in ways you can only dream up.
Outside the window, running naked to the cathedral, boys,
There's a lonely priest in white robes waiting
Under the bell tower, or so I'm told.
It's all in the way you contort your face when you're laying bricks
On the outskirts on Paris or Guatemala. Maine-
There, there.
Why ask directions if you know how it's going?
Inside the story and off of the street-
My shoelace point me north
Where the vultures are waiting,
Tapeworms fill the sandbox and
Giving names could change it all!
So call me at midnight when you're alone and you're feeling bad.
I'll be the elevator music to put you to bed and
Tomorrow I'll do this all over again.
In the spring the grass will grow in ways you can only dream up. - Track Name: Open (demo 1)
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If stories were similar the story could tell
You can tell the similars from two different shelves.
Come out to the valley and roll up the hill.
You dance like a dog in May when the hydrants are out of range.
Here is a paper that cuts like a knife.
If you're foolish to think so for all of your life,
You can make indecision a decision of your own.
No one is listening to the out of tune band.
No one is dreaming out loud.
Our boys drop their pants at the table again.
I'm not sure what to say when they're physically grown men.
Come out to the valley and roll up the hill.
You dance like a dog in May when the hydrants are out of range.
No one is dreaming ouuuuuuuuuu- no one is dreaming out loud. - Track Name: Upon a brow
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Upon a brow beats golden thoughts
That roll like fuzzy dice on a passing train in the middle of the night.
On your palm the years will show
In lines you can trace on oak trees.
I ain't no lying mister-
I'm just your conscience, Donald.
Believe me! Just as Fasbaender or Stopenheigott or Greta or
Anyone else you might know, boy!
On your palm the years will show
In lines you can trace on oak trees. - Track Name: Traffic music (demo 1)
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In the rear-view there's a woman in a lawn chair
That ties the car together and is closer than she appears.
When it comes to that time you might be afraid.
You're mother is waiting with an ocean shell to her ear.
At first sight she looks like a cat from the rain
That's stayed up every night to make amends
And take precaution when she needs to,
Or has to, or can't move, or counts sheep for too long.
She's the car on your ass that will always be with you.
When it comes to that time you might be afraid.
Your mother is waiting with the ocean shell to her ear. - Track Name: Into the fog
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They fell into wrinkled hands when the dew smelled of saline and
The trees could no longer hide them.
Now that they've woken up, there is nothing but the fog
To be somewhat content with.
When summer is here we'll bend our spines like a flower
That will never reach the sun.
Isabelle makes dinner every night and
Sweeps the floor with a broom.
Just before her dreams have gone, she opens her hand
And puts them in the soup.
As summer approaches, we'll bend our spines like a flower
That will never reach the sun.
There's a look in her eyes tonight
That makes me want to sing poorly to the children.
Isabelle and I are content with the fog.
It comes unannounced often.
When winter is here, like flowers we'll fall
With dreams of reaching the sun. - Track Name: Epilogue
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I'm here, in the woods- where are you...?
My only news was a shoe.
I'd like to dance again with you.
As I walk through the trees and on frozen leaves,
Birds seem to laugh not with me.
Where's the house in the woods I found right here?!
I've waiting so long for you.
I'll hold these shoes in my hand and crane my neck for a long time
To find your face.
In the ballroom we danced but once and no more.
But maybe one night, when the dishes are put away,
The shelves will fall like flowers and
Bring me to you. - Track Name: Howling at the moon
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What are you doing?
How was your day?
How can I think of you when I barely know you at all?
What I mean to say is: am I thinking of the real you?
I'll have to meet you first.
If you need me,
I'll just be here howling at the moon.
If you're under the moon right now, please give it a message for me.
Look hard and deeply until you can make out the face inside it.
Does it look like mine?
Maybe fatter, or rounder- but smiling.
Is it smiling...?
I stared at the sun looking for a reflection of your face, girl, but I'm sorry to say that I've since gone blind.
I'll pick you up from LaGuardia Airport with my seeing-eye dog-
But that's in two months.
Just joking! I'm not really blind.
Really!
But if I'm not careful, I might lost my head in the produce isle.
Two months!
If I'm not careful, I might be blind by then.
So don't you go blind on me...
If you need me,
I'll just be here howling at the moon. - Track Name: Unsent letters
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If I had a dime for all these unsent letters
I'd run to the bank like a madman and stamp them!
But tomorrow's just a wilted flower to you!
When the sun calls collect what do you do?
I am sorry for the things I'm bound to do.
The T.V.'s on fire, but I'll watch the flames for a little while.
Might a gallon of tears make you laugh aloud?
Bring a straw and a suitcase and wait around.
I'll tie your shoe if you want me to.
If I had extra time to make things better
I'd bury my clocks in the backyard with Sparky and
Never let on when I'm due to stop this singing and
Think it through; STOP SINGING!
I'll tie your shoe if you want me to. - Track Name: Help me sleep tonight (demo 1)
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Oh, I would like to tell you a story if you would like to hear one.
It is just one moment of your time.
A bird shot and fell to the ground but he didn't cry at all.
He had no children of his own and
Did not mind getting cooked for dinner alone.
Help me sleep tonight-
I can't help but wish upon a star eagerly.
Will someone come and sing to me?
Well, they plucked his feathers and used his beak as a ladle.
He couldn't help but think back to one special moment in time.
Help me sleep tonight-
I can't help but wish upon a star eagerly.
Will someone come and sing to me? - Track Name: Let the wagons come (demo 2)
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Though I may be sleeping under tattered clouds
I'll laugh my head off all the way and my body won't fall down
As the wagons come over the hill and back again.
Please, don't try and wake me.
Please, don't wake me now.
All my teeth get broken with the morning sun.
Leaves are knocking at my door with no place left to run.
Won't the wagons come over the hill and back again?
Please, don't wake me now.
Please, don't wake me up.
Let the wagons come over the hill and back again.
Please, don't try and wake me.
Please, don't wake me now.
Please, don't wake me up.
Please, don't try and wake me now. - Track Name: Tattered clouds
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Once I tried to carry a tattered cloud
And in my hands it crumbled.
It is often that I find this to be outcome.
And I once I tried to sit on a tattered cloud
And from beneath it crumbled.
Once I tried to carry a tattered cloud
And in my hands it crumbled.
In my hands it crumbled. - Track Name: Forward
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I am not tired.
Rest is not what I need.
After all the passing time
I can only keep going forward (not backwards)-
With the clock ticking like an axe in my head.
For a reputation is all a man has. - Track Name: Somewhere
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Come running with me tonight where the hills touch the sky.
If the moon is shot and tumbles we'll be somewhere else.
It's a place where you can hide and you don't have to think of tomorrow.
Your teeth are thin white doors
That keep on opening and closing wherever you go.
I may be somewhere else, but I'm with you tonight;
No matter what happens somewhere tonight. - Track Name: I lost hold of your hand
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I fell asleep and in my dream I lost hold of your hand.
As the season pulls my skin off for me
I hope the flowers will soon be coming to help me.
The train was old and full of steam.
She walked into the river, but
There's not much we can do.
When the flowers come they'll need the sun too.
Ask just once of my dream where
I lost hold of your hand. - Track Name: Standing out in the rain
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When I stand out in the rain and wish upon puddles
A thousand crows fly from my mouth
And when I'm in the rain no one has a face
And my ears feel like they're turned inside-out.
The winter went and came at a speed I tried to run from.
I could not help but look at the clock.
Come stand out in the rain!
Time moves slower and your fears remind you that they're still there. - Track Name: How to pick a wooden flower
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When I'm strong enough what will you do with me
To make it clear that you want my love?
When you're weak enough to feel as in love as your were
Remember my love.
I picked a wooden flower and watched it fall apart.
The you told me to go away.
I am so so sorry to have done something wrong.
I'll love you when I'm happy or sad
Or when I can't have your love.
Our hearts won't let us run away
From unheard of love.
Our love.
It is love, my love. - Track Name: Clouds
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White clouds roll over and vanish in the sun.
No one is watching anyone.
Our eyes fall down again.
Broken branches and dreams blow past as we run
Away from what makes everyone
Out to be a child again
With rusted nails as oldest friends
And eyes that fall down.
No one is watching anyone. - Track Name: Waiting For the flowers
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Spring is almost here.
Colorful flowers will be growing soon.
I can pick them,
Or eat them,
Or leave them alone.
I might talk to them if there's no one at home
But I'd rather to you this spring.
The clouds will disappear and let me shave.
The colorful flowers will be blooming loud.
We can pick them,
Or eat them
Or leave them alone.
Spring will be here soon.