1. |
I Don't Know
04:46
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Crimes
Fines
Times
I don't know
Nothing grows
Clothes
Choose
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Walking
Talking
Watching
I don't know
Places
Spaces
Difeerent tastes
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Heaven
Hell
Physical
I don't know
Past
Future
Present
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
This way
That way
No way
I don't know
Decisions
Precision
Corrections
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Years ago
I don't know
Crimes
Fines
Times
I don't know
Nothing grows
Clothes
Choose
I don't know
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2. |
Anxiety Knocking
05:30
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And it comes on like anxiety knocking,
anxiety subtle at the window,
watching you.
Miniature World Conquest and control
World power elites shooting in
It’s watching dancing strangers,
the cafes sad,
some comers and goers,
and,
well no one bothers,
the day is sad on this town,
come night,
come twilight,
Did you close your eyes
when I stared at the ceiling
to see a fish hanging over my head,
come sing a torch song…
purple and plastic.
…and here they come.
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And it comes on like anxiety knocking,
anxiety subtle at the window,
watching you.
Miniature World Conquest and control
World power elites shooting in
It’s watching dancing strangers,
the cafes sad,
some comers and goers,
and,
well no one bothers,
the day is sad on this town,
come night,
come twilight,
Did you close your eyes
when I stared at the ceiling
to see a fish hanging over my head,
come sing a torch song…
purple and plastic.
…and here they come.
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And it comes on like anxiety knocking,
anxiety subtle at the window,
watching you.
And it comes on like anxiety knocking,
anxiety subtle at the window,
watching you.
And it comes on like anxiety knocking,
anxiety subtle at the window,
watching you.
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3. |
Progress In Retrograde
05:46
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Pairs
suspension
particles
settled out
Whose turn is it to take?
whose on the make?
turn to the right
no it's not alright
Two steps forward
four steps back
progress
in retrograde
It's the life of the fake
whose on the make?
ink ran out
time cannot tell
Butterfly
unaware
we are
they rest
following the model
a clear picture
certain types of men
we pay lip service
they rest
thoroughly
jungle warfare
following the model
Celebrity,
coming and going
into the night
they rest
thoroughly
jungle warfare
following the model
Celebrity,
coming and going
into the night
everyday
tax-exempt
white man
in North America
we pay lip service
Nevertheless
Never ever the lesser
lessons from Elvis
Folding chairs
a solid floor
nothing more
Insects in the light
coming and going
into the night
In pairs
suspension
particles
settled out
Whose turn is it to take?
whose on the make?
turn to the right
no it's not alright
Two steps forward
four steps back
progress
in retrograde
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4. |
Out Here
06:13
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I remember the comfort...
spread out like a blanket
in the quiet dreams,
and rest,
and wisdom,
and communion,
everywhere,
nowhere –
the only existence.
I remember
when I was the universe,
before the journey
that crossed your path –
when all of time
was one instant,
one symphony.
It was you that woke me,
it was your story
that called me across the ages.
You were my gravity.
You were my reason to wake...
Out here,
where there are no dimensions anymore,
where time has dissipated like a mist,
breathed in an out so many times it's energy has run out
and all the clocks have stopped moving
– out here
there are only dreams and memories
only strings
only the energy from the relationships
that created your past and your future.
Your story came to me on a wave,
on a memory,
on the resonating notes
of a string pluck so long ago...
A string that resonated and hummed to life
sending out ripples and waves,
that sent out a song
that woke all the strings within me
that had gone quiet...
and they started to hum
with your song.
I had told you long ago
we would never be apart,
and at the edge of never,
your song,
your gravity
called me back...
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5. |
Who Owns This?
04:19
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The Lands
The sands of time
who owns vastness?
everlastingness?
treasures of tribes
treasure for plunder
who owns this or that?
death and taxes
who owns that?
what evil plans for conquest?
Sacred Hills
Sacred Lands
Sacred we don't understand
Sacred Hills
Sacred Lands
Sacred you don't understand
Misplaced
push out of place
reservations
Who owns that?
Conquered
conquest
violations of sacred lands
for oil, gas, timber, pelts
Who owns that?
Who owns up to that?
Do we have any buyers?
any sellers?
in these crimes of nations
those in privileged stations.
Sacred Hills
Sacred Lands
Sacred we don't understand
Sacred Hills
Sacred Lands
Sacred you don't understand
The Lands
The sands of time
who owns vastness?
everlastingness?
treasures of tribes
treasure for plunder
who owns this or that?
death and taxes
who owns that?
what evil plans for conquest?
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6. |
Route 66 Of Their Lives
04:14
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We were in ranches
in the drier regions of Mexico
close to eternity
In the beginning
there were two major stumbling blocks
And yet it was nice.
It was crazy but nice.
He was the most magnetic person she had ever met.
He radiated some-spectacular arrays.
"Please sit down," he said.
He was wearing a maroon smoking jacket with telephone,
and got the most enjoyment from teaching arithmetic.
"You go formal," I said, when they arrive.
Bees
setting one up
tendrils with luxury textures,
organic water and recycled trash,
Here
"Don't strain yourself, Freddie," Linda said,
"Drink up, you're losing your edge."
I got up off my couch with all the energy of a reluctant long-horned cattle,
gradually, deeply involved in illegal immigration .
Then I spat at a Frisbee
"We're going to talk about that."
"You bet your sweet ass," I said.
"Keep it up," Linda said "Someday I'll just naturally kill you."
"Cut it out," I said.
It was enough to drive you to drink.
It drove me to drink.
I drank.
"Something special is eating our Freddie," she said,
He took nothing for himself.
He handed me symbols that kept us from reasoning together.
Bees
setting one up
tendrils with luxury textures,
organic water and recycled trash,
Here
Linda brought the cigarette to her mouth,
inhaled, and smoke trickled
either by exploding, or more precisely,
not exclusively but predominantly
tightly wrapped within a beaded black dress,
and it's like shimmering nakedness.
Hong Kong action stars.
An ancient New York custom.
A reverse method of art education.
the instructor unlocks your doors
if they are not already unlocked.
Criminals have often drank with me
From an ornate River to the southern portions
Across lands which was once connected with other continents...
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7. |
Empire
04:38
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It was all fire
and brimstone theater
Now there is
no one to hire
so the show retires.
These empires are past
these glories and pride
they're built on blood
and boots in the mud
once again...
Baby baby baby wants an empire
Baby baby baby wants a real thief
Baby baby baby wants an empire
Baby baby baby wants a real piece
I came to watch
as it falls
I've grown tired
the point is small
I used to care
years ago
but now
I hear the wind blow
These empires are past
not made to last
they're built on blood
and boots in the mud
once again…
It was all fire
and brimstone theater
Now there is
no one to hire
so the show retires.
These empires are past
these glories and pride
they're built on blood
and boots in the mud
once again...
Baby baby baby wants an empire
Baby baby baby wants a real thief
Baby baby baby wants an empire
Baby baby baby wants a real piece
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8. |
orangepinkpurpleblue
05:13
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Twilight comes
orange
pink
purple
blue
Lizards, snakes, ground squirrels, birds
so many kinds of birds
Sharp sand
bits of boulder turning to dust
waiting for thoughts to arrive
as sure as the next breath
We've got piles of wood
ready for cold nights
Azure skies
no cities near by
cool breezes
and all those Joshua Trees
Azure skies
no cities near by
cool breezes
and all those Joshua Trees
Twilight comes
orange
pink
purple
blue
Lizards, snakes, ground squirrels, birds
so many kinds of birds
Sharp sand
bits of boulder turning to dust
waiting for thoughts to arrive
as sure as the next breath
We've got piles of wood
ready for cold nights
Azure skies
no cities near by
cool breezes
and all those Joshua Trees
Twilight comes
orange
pink
purple
blue
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9. |
Moments and Faces
05:18
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All we've seen
I've shown you yesterday
I've let it go, it's over
it all drifts and slips away
All we've seen
in such short years
in these moments, it's over
it all drifts and slips away
Everything that's led to this
all the moments and the faces
not a memory to be missed
all those feelings and places
now from twilight into night
night covers and it's over
it all drifts and slips away
All we've felt
the emotions shine brighter
in my heart I know it's over
it's so quiet and I know
drift and slip away
drift and slip away
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Professor Yarnhead Pioneertown, California
Over twenty years ago my friend Brian had a dream in which there was a character named Yarn Head. When he told me about his
dream I told him that years from now, when I was around 50 I’d have a band and I’d call myself Professor Yarnhead.
I guess that time has come!
Now I'm living and recording in the hi-desert in Southern California, near Joshua Tree in Pioneertown.
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