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Sailin' Away
03:00
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while the flies explore my arms
while im lying in the sun
while im starring at the stars
down the barrel of a gun
i wonder if i pull the tigger
will the stars go out?
i didn't really wanna know but i guess
im bound to find out now
now the faucets spitting iron
straight into the sink
through rusty reds and oranges
i can't hardly think
i need to take a shower
but the shower's just the same
the water only stains me
in the colour of my shame
now the clouds have gone away
and now the sky's an awful blue
now it's smothering my senses
now i only think of you
sailing away on that cruise ship of life
drifting past the poverty and sadness in mine
with a smile
that lovely little smile
that beautiful beautiful smile
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2. |
Thinking Cap
03:48
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stay at home or get a job
go outside or remain a slob
these are the questions i ask myself now
but i can't imagine really going out
so i'll dream of explorative escapades and whine
stay in the states, complain all the time
i'll meet with reality occasionally
dope myself silly, what a way to be free
scrawl in this notebook the cess of my mind
i've seen my favourite movie like 400 times
i know every line
i think to myself and that's all i do
i tuck in my tongue and i think about you
i think about Him, he she and that
I think that I think so much I've worn out my cap!
I was awake once in my life
saw so many things for the very first time
the sky was so hollow the trees were so black
my friends were all smiling as we overlapped
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3. |
Song 02
03:18
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You were there alone
don't pretend that you had friends
they were there but not there
and you played your songs
the way you always played your songs
but they didn't clap
they just had a laugh
about a story told
while your set grew old on deaf ears
so you wandered home
broken down and dethroned
"king for a day" what a joke
and your mother called
asking how it went
you said "there've been days I've better spent
i wish that I could just admit
being an artist ain't worth shit"
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I am a lonely lost spider
My head is filled with dreams of dreary corners
not this endless stretch of wires
the sky above is smothering
for I am not much like my cousins
who live for the chase
i'd rather stretch out in a dusty old hole
have my very own space
I am a lonely lost spider
I spend the most time wondering
how I got thrown out of my comfortable home
into this land of grass and green and suffering
for i am not much like my cousins
who live for the chase
i'd rather stretch out in a dusty old hole
have my very own space
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O, Vega Ohio
recording project, or whatnot, of Jesse Cheshire
sometimes my friends play, too.
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