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He's A Philistine
04:52
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I met him at a party
I swallowed mouthfuls of disdain
"You look like a musician" he said
Well I just smiled and turned away
With his braids and his multicoloured eyes
I could feel his emptiness inside
I met a boy who spoke in tongues
He cursed me in a gibberish slang
I freaked and I called my mum
I said the antichrist had come
He stole my seat
And did not care
What do I say?
My life had stranger days
He walked up to the middle
Standing in each person's way
"Do you wanna see me dance" he said
Well no one wanted to say yes
The idols that he claimed to have
Would haunt some people to their grave
What do I say?
My life had stranger days
You are just the kind of man that pays for bread
When the people on your street just bake instead
You are just the kind of man that pays for bread
When the people on your street just bake instead
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2. |
Bad News from Delacroix
04:03
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Turning molehills into mountains
Somewhere I can take a hike
Come on, sit down with your mistress
Just for once
Just for once in your long life
And good morning, Mr. Belgium
And good morning to you, Mr. France
And don’t forget
Your greetings to the middle class
There’s no need for introductions
Until the first lady’s gone
Behind closed doors you speak with passion
In casinos and in spas you just speak in pounds
And good morning, Mr. Belgium
Hang on to your title, Mr. France
And don’t forget
Your greetings to the middle class
Don’t forget your greetings to the lower-middle-class
And to all the generals and the chefs
Don’t forget your greetings to the lower-middle-class
And Mr. Belgium will have to wait
Bad news from Delacroix
And yet again, from Delacroix
And good morning, Mr. Belgium
Look out for the factories, Mr. France
And here they come for you
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On those days I feel
Like I live
By the Ocean
The air makes me nostalgic
Those days I've had before
Spicy with a dash of salt
And just when I thought that I
Could let this feeling by
I stepped on a piece of gum
Thrown back into the arms
of spice
So
Tell me why
On those days I feel
I live by
By the Ocean
It knows I'm allergic
To particles of dust
Spicy scents bring up the past
And just when I thought that I
Could let this feeling by
I stepped on a piece of gum
Thrown back into the arms
of spice
(I keep fucking it up)
Na na na
I walked past a store today
"Come in, for sale, some ocean spray"
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Movies in my head
A scene after a scene
Just lying in my bed
For eternity it seems
While something that I’ve read
Is taking shape inside
The Mongols take the town with no survivors
I’m just running movies in my head
I don’t mind
To kill the time before it sneaks up upon me
I’ll just lie forever in my bed
Not to hide
Just to run some pictures in motion
Movies in my head
A scene after a scene
Just taking out the trash for eternity it seems
While something that I’ve read
Is taking shape inside my head
Crusaders take the fort with no survivors
I’m just running movies in my head
I don’t mind
To kill the time before it sneaks up upon me
I’ll just lie forever in my bed
Not to hide
Just to run some pictures in motion
I’m just running movies in my head
And now my bed is spinning hard as if in space
But I don’t mind
When I’m no bored
Twenty minutes, seven hours
Not a difference in the world
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5. |
Elbows
03:18
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Mind you
There’s a piano on your head
It’s been around since you’ve been dead
Since the start of the spring
Damn you
You were my favourite employee
Always looked up onto me
Now the leaves
Cover all that’s left of your bones
What were your thighs
What were your elbows
And this terrible, rotten smell trigging tears in my eye
Tells me I wasn’t brought here to die
Find me
A set of footsteps I can trace
Autostrada into space through a hole in the ceiling
And hide me
Before the hibernation’s through
All the bears come out for you
Come to pick
Feast on all that’s left of your bones
What were your thighs
What were your elbows
And if by mere coincidence I never catch their eye
I’ll know I wasn’t brought here to die
And if one day I wake up to find myself turned to a fly
I am here to change
I’m not here to die
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6. |
Silence
04:53
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Silence is a way to show how close you feel
To all your friends
It's no big deal
But moments can be vast if you just take a sip
And let your rest
To slowly sink
Trust that we don't feel the currents we are stumbling in
And if you close your eyes you let them swiftly grab you by the hand
And lead you where?
A fair
Of shiny suits and burning mounts of noons
And then
You'll feel distracted like you've dreamt the dawn
Cause when you treat it like an evil
Well they'll know they'll be successful
When they kill your thirst
It's the perfect weather
To sigh together
Kindness is the cure to all our fallacies
Is what they say
Well, where's the bridge?
And nothing is important but our amity
Our neighbours lack
The subtleties
Trust that we don't feel the currents yet we're stumbling in
And I can feel the tired faces from caring for both sides
When one is right
I might
Just leave those firebrands and pack to flee
I'll fight
To get to seas with other fish like me
But I know to keep my bubble
Far away from all the trouble
So it doesn't burst
It's Noah's ark and
We're in the dark friends
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7. |
Closing Remarks
04:02
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Even after
That you’ve gone
I will be here
Playing through this song
Even after you had gone
Even after you had gone
And even though we
Reach an end
I’ll start over
In another head
Even after you had gone
Even after you had gone
Child bride wrapped in silk
Dressed to look older so that other people think
That you are
Older than you are
I will find a tune to reflect your mood
I will play all the songs that are pure and good
On repeat for you
Even after
That you’ve gone
I will be here
Playing through this song
Even after you had gone
I’ll say it while I am still on
There is still so much, so much there to say
There is an adult who still wants to play
There is a tender spirit on display
But there is so much, so much air to clear
In here
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