1. |
All The Kings Horses
03:35
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All the king's horses,
and all the king's men are restless
and shivering.
There are no more candles to
chase away the night which
is cruel and ruthless as it descends,
and creeps in the windows
of the citizens.
Do you whisper into your
lover's hair?
In the fall after the color.
The birds lose their cover in
the trees, and the stars
become the leaves.
The birds have left and taken wing to their nests
in the scaffolding.
When they settle with their beaks
tucked in, do you keep warm in your feather bed?
As the mystics harvest sea shells at the Beach, and the parishioners
give their offering at the altar of
perfect bodies, the sand washes
away into the sea.
The more line fades
into the sea
Do you still keep your
shells locked away?
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2. |
Dirty Hands Hymn
03:16
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This morning. This morning
This morning. This morning
I went walking through the woods
this morning.
Drove my hands right through the
mud this morning.
My feet could not find purchase
this morning.
Drove my hands through the
richness this morning.
I walked round the campus
pond this morning.
I saw a young women there
this morning
She fed the swans her tears
this morning
Now I know why the swans are here
this morning.
I crept right out of this
room this morning.
Now I'm creeping back to you
this morning.
Dirty Hands on your eyelids
this morning
This morning. This morning
Dirty Hands on your eyelids
this morning
This morning. This morning
Dirty Hands on your eyelids
this morning
This morning. This morning
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3. |
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She almost got hit by a snake,
almost got hit by the car
with no breaks
On the day of the anarchist parade,
all the swinging fists on
the esplanade,
felt estranged, yet untangled
from the chains of danger
her brain embroidered with
Daisies, Daisies, Daisies..
She almost just missed
her train, too busy kissing
the villains of her day.
At the ball in the gigantic silver mall,
she flowers the wall
ignoring the witty brawl.
In her gown, she's spinning and
falling down.
The distinguished guests
they gather around.
They call her
Lazy, Lazy, Lazy...
She almost got hit by a snake
almost stepped on it.
Untrampelled. It slithered away.
She slowly picked up her pace.
Gathering dreams for her journey
from this place.
Through the great Californian earthquake,
Where she'll wait to be gently
Stoned to sleep.
They call her Crazy, crazy, crazy...
Run-a, run-a, run away...
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4. |
Mock Emergency
02:03
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When I was younger, I was in
a mock emergency.
I was on TV,
a broken thigh bone,
Collapsed, lying in the grass.
I was a little car
driver to a truck,
a fly to a cow's eye.
A little tag to say
how I was hurt,
I was not the most ill,
but when they took me to
the hospital, I learned
to control my heart.
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5. |
Stereo Field
05:54
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The color and sound in
the morning.
A stereo field is shimmering.
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6. |
Sing Your Name
05:06
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I just wanna sing
your name
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7. |
Gold From the Transvaal
03:24
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I know I don't have a good voice,
but I'll use what belongs to me.
You know I don't have
much choice this song
just burst out of me.
You know that apples are
not what brought our fall.
When it's all rolled in a ball
you are my gold from the Transvaal.
I dreamt you picked a peck of
mangoes, you kissed each one.
I dreamt you danced a step of tango floating on your toes,
and when the room is spinning
you know it's just beginning.
You know that apples are not...
I know I don't have a good voice,
but I'll use what belongs to me.
So here's my final gift
best of all, to my gold
from the Transvaal.
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8. |
Hum in My Home
02:20
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Well the hum in my home is a maddening drone.
And the air out there is
a katydid's fare,
And the next time you're here I
won't pick up the phone;
Cause the list, Of houseplants
And the slift
Of a carpet-sock-dance
Are enough, To miss you
When alone.
I just want to sing your name.
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9. |
Home Drone
05:33
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Everything you meant to me.
Home.
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10. |
Sharks
04:27
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Oh, what does it take to
wade into the deepest blue?
Follow down in my wake
in your cement shoes,
and I'll show you.
Right this way.
(I'll show you the way)
Oh, I wish our paths
on the ocean floor
were straight and true.
Oh, but the currents
have other ideas
For me and you.
For me and you,
(the currents pull you)
As i watch your breast
rise, rise and fall,
I realized we are
sharks, sharks all.
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The New Harmful Holyoke, Massachusetts
The New Harmful were a band from approximately 1996-2003. They were based in Western Mass and played several shows there and occasionally out of state. They released 2 full length albums with 2 lineups. RIYL 90s indie/experimental rock.
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