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The Underground
03:54
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THE UNDERGROUND
Welcome to the underground
this is the place we make the sounds that no one hears
We write those songs you think you've heard
but can't quite place
in other words...we're pioneers
Some of us thrive on rejection
we see through different ears
some of us strive for perfection
some of us make believe we're already there
Welcome to our lonely rooms,
this is the place we paid our dues, when they say don't
Perhaps this wasn't meant for you,
Perhaps you should go back to school... perhaps we won't
It's true we don't make much money
But still I'd like to be clear
At least we're not trying to sell you
something we ourselves would not want to hear
So, welcome to my mortal bliss
where dreams find wings in 4 track hiss then fly around
on dusty wheels & crinkled tape
the poison songs each pollinate a face of frowns
Unless you're planning on sorrow
the future will only let you down
I'd trade all my tomorrows
for an extended stay at the here & now
Cause if I touched everyone on earth
I would have very little worth
in the underground
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Elli B Butterfly
04:08
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Elli B, butterfly, mon amie,
what ya gonna do today?
I thought we'd take a ride,
on my bike, over to the frozen lake
then lay down in the sun,
dream out loud,
underneath the animal clouds
and if you get too cold,
you can take my coat,
or sit a little closer
and tell me that my butterfly
will never swim another man's sky
Because I don't want to roll the dice
to see if fate is on my side
Wrap her up in a fairytale, take a ride
to a castle on the mountain,
spinning spokes, bicycle wheels,
drop a coin in the wishing well.
Her wings are tattooed to my sky,
her colors light, the road that I am traveling
I don't think my butterfly, will ever swim... another...
Oh tell me that my butterfly
will never swim another man's sky.
Because I don't think these mortal eyes
have ever seen a more beautiful light
And I don't think this butterfly
will ever land beneath my sky.
And I don't think that shepherd's moon
will hang around for long tonight.
Still, I don't think this lonely room
has ever held a more beautiful light.
But all I saw was mystery
while looking deep into your eyes
And I don't think these questions
will get answered on the day that I die
And I don't think this butterfly
will ever land beneath my sky.
Elli B, rose tattoo, butterfly,
guess you're gonna fly on by.
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Lolynia
03:14
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I'm still doing time, but I don't mind waiting
mind my state of mind, or I'll soon be fading
out of my world, lost from my thoughts
fading in dreams like a ghost forgotten
Cut from the frame, gone down the drain,
washed in the rain
And I'm not what you want, but my heart's still in it
tonight I'll sleep alone, but I still remember us
up in your room, drunk on perfume
scary little girl with her bright eyes burning
Windows of rain, hair daisy chained
The cold city lights on the broad horizon
I did not ever want to leave you in that room of treasures
And I'm not what you need,
but your heart's still in it
So I have to leave, oh sweet Lolynia
I'm back on the street, off to myself,
hanging with the band at the red door alley
the old port of call, back to the wall,
just watching it all
But I'm not what you need
but if your hearts still in it
don't wear it on your sleeve,
sweet Lolynia
I'm out on the road, making new foes,
with the telephone jones, that's the life I'm living
When you're nowhere for long, everyone's wrong
They all know my songs except the one I'm singing...
So, please don't sing along.
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4. |
Unfortunate Son
02:02
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I don't need no arms around me
& I don't need no words to ground me
& I'm not glad you found me at all
& I don't need no eyes to cry for me
I don't need no lips to lie for me
I can do it all on my own
I don't need anyone to find me,
with all of my better days behind me
I will do better sitting here on my own
& I know that more of you would love me,
if only I wouldn't be so ugly
you'd give me the prize if I would just play along
... I'm not playing along
I don't need the sun to shine on me,
I don't need to live in harmony
conflict is what moves us along
I don't need to get behind it
& I don't need to raise a sign for it
one man's right's another man's wrong
I don't think anyone is worth it,
we're not even good, 'less we rehears it
while deep in the mind there's things we'd never admit
like when we see faces that are smiling,
we know that they're animals & violent
but for to survive they know they must coexist
Oh no! not another generation,
your peace & your love is all stagnation
in fact I wish someone here would just drop the bomb
& I don't need those faces all around,
eyes all staring, looking up down
I guess I'm the unfortunate son
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Andy Take A Bow
04:57
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If I had a million I know that I'd be free
said the ugly voice inside of thee
Or if you hit the big time girl
well maybe then they'd see
that there's something beautiful in thee
Something that's so beautiful, it's spiritual
it's animal, it's anything it needs to be
It's raven clawed, it's tentacled
it's writhing on its pedestal
unfolding inside of thee
When I took a moment
just to watch you on your stage
you're a child that dances 'round its grave
I hide behind the candle
in the corner of the room
and I try to dream us far away
'cause I don't want to see you
in a state of feigned relations
bending holy to stranger's smiles
For soon there'll come a night
your golden light will turn against you
you'll be pulled to the other side
If they lived forever still
they'd never live to see
all the pain that's there inside of thee
If they'd turn the lights out here
then everyone agrees
that there's something wrong inside of me
It butterflies in faces
then goes fluttering cross stages
orchestrating the coming days
So gather 'round my childhood friends
we all know how the story ends
so nobody turn the page. . . .
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