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Cradle Room
03:37
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Who robbed the cradle room?
While mother she was sleeping
all those figures in the window blocked the moon
Who left the boy alone?
While father's sleeping miles away
sub-characters are hiding in his home
Who turned the boy to stone?
Oh, mother wouldn't listen
when I told her I don't want to sleep alone
Search out the cold and gray,
forgetting 'bout the cradle room
and all those strangers trying to have their way
And I don't know me anymore,
I'm lost without a name
And when there's strangers at the door,
I'm paralyzed with pain
And I will not forget the moon
And the scenes from the cradle room
And I will not forget the moon
Lock up the cradle room
And lock up the emotions that were
shattered torn and strewn about the room
Who robbed the cradle room?
While mother she was sleeping
all those figures in the window blocked the moon
And I don't want to be alone,
I'm lost inside my home
And I don't want to be alone,
I'm lost inside my home
And I will not forget the moon
And the scene from the cradle room
And I will not forget the moon
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Brian's Gone
02:29
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You're heaven to hold on a misty Saturday
You're barely down, can I touch you Emily
Brian's gone & he won't be back till early dawn
Brian's gone can I touch you Emily.
I say it once again, what could be better
than happy holding friends, kissing so clever
You're my memory lane, you're my half moon imagery
You're heaven to hold, can I touch you Emily
Brian's gone & he won't be back till early dawn
Hear my song can I touch you Emily.
I say it once again, what could be better
than happy holding friends, kissing so clever.
Then all at once, let's communicate in braille.
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Holly, The Undying Haunt
02:58
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I remember your pale ankles
being ravaged by the seabirds
as you stood there on the beach,
stricken then from speech
I recall your long hair flowing
as the autumn winds were blowing
shifting sands about your feet,
colored sands, the high hill colored sands
Holly the undying haunt, possessing the heart of me
I cry alone in the hollows of my room
Holly the undying haunt, ensparking my memory
I still see your face in the light of the half lit moon
On the shores of aromessence
I recall your adolescence
as I slumbered by the reeds,
Holly stands in the wind blown sprinkling seeds
I remember cherished moments
when I smothered you with kisses
and got tangled in your beads...
Holly the undying haunt, possessing the heart of me
I cry alone in the hollows of my room
Holly the undying haunt, ensparking my memory
I still see your face in the light of the half lit moon
And the gray tongue god
pressed against my window
enslaving me forever... the undying haunt
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The Shell
02:57
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Leave You Bleeding
01:48
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I'm Alone
03:06
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Space Man Jack
02:38
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Field Of The Dragonflies
02:12
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Here comes Elaine from the Cottonwood she sang a song like I'd never heard there in the shade, a whispering charade.
Under the stars by the silent field, I lay her down & lift the veil she opens wide, a tauntillating bride.
From the edge of the woods came A thousand eyes
There is no love in the field of the dragonflies
Me & Elaine on the Miller's path her image looks like a photograph from a magazine, the kind you'd love to cream.
The path leads on to a trickling brook where we tarry there until the timbers shook leaves in our hair, so naked, unaware.
From the edge of the woods came A thousand eyes
There is no love in the field of the dragonflies
With all of the grace of a fluttering briar
they nested there in our attire
we spun in fear, like an insect chandelier
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Lanslow
03:40
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Lorain
03:15
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Didn't know you that well so I slept on the floor
then I, crept through your door while you were
deeply asleep.
I stood by your bed & I covered your head & I
dreamt' you were dead so we could love on the sheets
You turned to your side & you (God bless Lorain)
Opened your eyes & you (God bless Lorain)
Started to smile as you (God bless Lorain)
reached for my hand.
We went to the playground & (God bless Lorain)
looked at the stars and I (God bless Lorain)
looked in your eyes and I (God bless Lorain)
started to fade.
Without the heavy halo hanging over me
I can feel the sainted angel descending in curiosity
We sat on the grave stones & (God bless Lorain)
counted the shadows that (God bless Lorain)
were cast by the willow that (God bless the rain )
stretched into the night.
You looked at my hands & the (God bless Lorain)
cuts on my wrists & you (God bless Lorain)
looked in my eyes and we (God bless Lorain)
started to kiss... isn't it bliss
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13. |
Silent Race
03:19
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We are building a Silent race, within these silent walls
like lone men wandering silent in space, they crowd the silent halls.
We take the cutting blade & then we take away
the part of them that make them human.
We tend to separate, the ones that can't relate
to our world it's so inhuman.
We keep on sending men to space to try & find another race
while down here all the while, there's men locked up since infantile
but science hasn't got the time, to search a race that's not designed
for giving us new games to play, is this what we call civilized?
We are men of your silent race, reflections of you all
Lone men wandering silent in space, ask me what I saw.
They took the cutting blade & then they took away the part of me that made me human.
They tend to separate, the one's that can't relate to your world it's so inhuman.
The silent race don't realize that all our minds are circumcised by all the shit that's televised, it's hard for us to visualize. A world not based on tv shows, shopping malls, videos, brand new cars, designer clothes is this what you call civilized. . . civilized
We are men of your silent race We are men of old.
We are men of your silent race We are men of old.
(Every night & every day, I wonder why they keep me here locked away, in silence, solitude's a cold embrace)
We are men of your silent race, now it's time to revolt.
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Hello winter where are you going? With your gray skies silent snowing.
With your sad eyes weeping rainy days, your teardrops turn to crystal flakes & frozen lakes & branches break with every breath you take.
Hello angel where are you hiding? with your long hair & your shy lit eyes
Hello angel do be silent. And I will make for you a place to lie, where you can cry, do shade your eyes.
But all things pass away, that's the one reality
But why are all those people looking at me
And why did I hear somebody say...
"I didn't know he passed away."
"I didn't know he passed away."
"I didn't know he passed away."
I was hiding in the woods, when I spied you by the Apricot
So come on angel look my way, please don't be frightened here by what you see, it's only me, don't run away.
I'm still the little child you knew, from way back when we saw the world from swing set view. And we would run through Shaman's field. And he would run us off but he was cross & I know how he feels.
But all things pass away, that's the one reality
But why are all those people looking at me
And why did I hear somebody say...
"I didn't know he passed away."
"I didn't know he passed away."
"I didn't know he passed away."
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