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Overture
02:09
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Well, I want to remember
What it was like before
Why we were strung in
For rot and repose
Now cyclones are circling
Crucifixion eyes
Festooned with ornaments
Inner target tower
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
You can't get in
Outside, arcadian
Simpleton pleasures
But where are the fields?
Unter dem gelbkreuz
I won’t get over the wire
Or through any tunnel
Or beyond the tree line
Without my permission
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
You can't get in
I want to remember
When there was a choice
Voices are gagging
The village green is swallowed
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
You can't get in
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
I’m a prison
You can't get in
You can't get in
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Killing time in Union Square
Poison perfume in the air
I stuff my ears to the sirens call
And I don't see anything at all
Scarlet oak and the horse’s head
A kind of murder that goes unsaid
Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
Time to kill in Union Square
And if you need me to fly
I will fly, I will fly
And if you dig me a door
I will take you every place
I’ve never been before
One premonition that I have seen
Led me here where the sodden lean
I could beam them to Redshift 7
Doing cartwheels in the heavens
And if you need me to fly
I will fly, I will fly
And if you dig me a door
I will take you every place
I’ve never been before
And if you need me to fly
I will fly, I will fly
And if you dig me a door
I will take you every place
I’ve never been before
I will take you every place
I’ve never been before
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4. |
Three Gasconading Saints
02:28
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Solitude had stepped out
Her face off in disturbance
Leave it to the She-Saints
Flooding the well of turbulence
Edith the Admonishing!
Felt ripped like a moon tide
Dripping wax raccoons
Saints lathered up to write
The pause of trio drivel
Courtesy of closet haints
Washing perfect fore-paws
Three gasconading saints
Three gasconading saints
Three gasconading saints
Saint, full of self, said her
No reason was considered
Gemma levitating!
Sacred heart embittered
The Hunchback didn’t shoot up
Others lashed out in wine
Agnes, none-too-clever dicks
Battleship Eisenstein
The pause of ancient scribble
Courtesy of closet haints
Son is just another clause
Three gasconading saints
Three gasconading saints
Three gasconading saints
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5. |
Before the Deluge
03:29
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I let down us all
Forsaking the bars
Every sad alcohol
My missile to Mars
I cannot return
Forgotten the way
Sorry the sojourn
Became a cliché
Hey, hey, hey
But it’s a good day
It isn’t a phase
I’m tried and so blue, too
Swinging both ways
New cage in the booze zoo
Cortex is muddled
Like mint in a glass
Senses befuddled
The compass is smashed
Hey, hey, hey
But it’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
When you’re feeling the screws
The answer is easiest
Hilarity ensues
Followed by queasiness
Cause and solution
That molehill is tall
There’s always a reason
To tip an alcohol
Ablution, it claws
The hold is so huge
I say take a pause
Hey, hey, hey
Before the deluge
It’s a good day
But it’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
It’s a good day
Yeah, it’s a good day
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6. |
Death Becomes Us
05:00
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Death will become us, yeah, trying on fry boots
Capo’d crusaders, bunking in tour bus
Look sharp at shadows, flame on Manuel suits
Glorious mirror, yeah, death becomes us
Old death was classic, dark victory style
Petrified ever in celluloid frame
The good and the worst, too bloodless to smile
Dust for Duke Mantee and what death became
Only the living keep smelling our breath
Only the living keep smelling our breath
Nobody tells us when we become death
Death will become us when we become death
New death’s a bringdown, reality show
Full Acme cartons and wheezing cartoons
Too many cocktails, swizzled in chemo
Pianos crush both heroes and buffoons
Only the living keep smelling our breath
Only the living keep smelling our breath
Nobody tells us when we become death
Death will become us when we become death
Death will become us when we become death
Death will become us when we become death
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7. |
Entr’acte
00:53
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Scott - piano
Jonathan - violin
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8. |
Books Don’t Burn Twice
02:46
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Mad for the friendship, good for the sailing
Glad for the tidings, Ahab for whaling
Trees overhanging, vines jangle like rope
He’s understanding, I’m kind of a dope
Yours is a workshop and saws how they sing
Doors slamming open to wild undergreen
Mine isn't triggered, I’m peaceful at worst
Fine and full-blooded and red but no thirst
Our books don’t burn twice, beyond regretting
Words getting married, song is a wedding
Our books don’t burn twice
Our books won’t burn twice
Our books don’t burn twice
But I’m forgetting
Ride on, my best one, fall up to full skies
Dueling for Alice, in health and demise
Too, you would ramble, and to we remain
Hand feet and belt loops, Rabelais to Spain
Our books don’t burn twice, beyond the letting
Words getting married, red sun is setting
Our books don’t burn twice
Our books won’t burn twice
Our books don’t burn twice
But I’m forgetting
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I am leaving
I am going
Counting the tracks
Two
But the ties fold
In foamy memory
Where has it been?
What was ahead?
You can walk or roll
Arrive on time
One more station
The train didn’t stop
The train didn’t stop
At your destination
Rumbling like snow
Large clock for spite
Measured in clicks
Chattering batwings
Miles don’t smile
You can’t swim there
As waves could care
Less
You can walk or roll
Arrive on time
One more station
The train didn’t stop
The train didn’t stop
At the destination
I am leaving
I am going
Counting the tracks
Two
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10. |
Whispering Hole
01:46
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Whisper to a hole
The hole in a pine
The tree in a forest
That no one can find
No one can find
Put your mouth too close
Press rough to the bark
You scrape up the lips
Words leave a dark mark
Leave a dark mark
Isn’t it a gas?
Lit up like a blast
Oh, where does it go?
Oh, where will you go?
Whispering hole
It’s a secret poison
A poison refrain
Refrain from spreading
A crimson ink stain
A crimson ink stain
Isn’t it a gas?
Lit up like a blast
Oh, where does it go?
Oh, where will you go?
Whispering hole
Now! Plug up the hole
The hole in a tree
A pine in the wood
Oh, humanity
Whisper to me
Whisper to me
Whisper to me
Whisper to me
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11. |
1987
03:05
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Success is the best
When the boss gets tossed
So scorned is the warmer
For a woman crossed
Memory’s journal
Is often replaced
Nails scratching a cell wall
Blown up and erased
There’s a big red X near a thin blue road
The map is smoking and I’m overgrown
Somewhere in the haze we pass alone
Morphine drip of heaven
Morphine drip of heaven
Morphine drip of heaven
1987
Skeleton on horseback
Sharpie as a sponge
No lettuce for breakfast
Four heads never hung
Time to play Pentangle, where is my robe?
Dire notes will dangle, flak in the strobe
The bronc was busted by Nina Simone
Morphine drip of heaven
Morphine drip of heaven
Morphine drip of heaven
1987
Memory infested
And guzzled like paste
The walls were plastered
We were all shitfaced
Success is the worst
Even hoss gets lost
Too cool for the breadline
And for a country crossed
There’s a big red X and a thin blue road
The van is rusted, yard overgrown
Somewhere in the mud there’s a lonely surfer
Morphine drip of heaven
Morphine drip of heaven
Morphine drip of heaven
1987
1987
1987
1987
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12. |
Harpoon in the Hay
03:26
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I can’t believe it’s been a year
And I haven’t filled the book
I meant to detonate the ear
As if that’s all it took
I started in a carriage
And finished on a barge
Floating to the island
Where my statue was enlarged
Last time that I looked at you
Your smile had been reversed
A choir had been paid in full
Though never been rehearsed
Members skating peacefully
Upon the frozen pond
Pulling anchors like cutlery
Gargoyles of the Bevis Frond
The story that you spewed on me
Was filled with proper nouns
The message that it tried to send
Was hardly worth a crown
And that’s why I’m a puppet
With so very much to say
Looking for the fatal sentence
A harpoon in the hay
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13. |
Exit Music/The Theme
04:37
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The future was now
Way back when then
The future was howling
Now is then again
The future astounds
The future confounds
I will abuse it
Conductor cues it
In the dark
The exit music
Remember the lace
We dressed to the nines
The made up face, ace
I’m forgetting my lines
The future astounds
The future confounds
I will abuse it
Conductor cues it
In the dark
The exit music
Where’s the CGI?
It smells like a couch
Is that a necktie
Hanging pigs in a pouch
The future astounds
The future confounds
I will abuse it
Conductor cues it
In the dark
The exit music
We’re acting in caves
Under silver veins
Tomorrow may save us
Day of the remains
Bottles choke and cough
Explode in the sky
I shot my hand off
Fluttered like a fly
The future astounds
The future confounds
I will abuse it
Conductor cues it
In the dark
The exit music
Let them criticize
It doesn’t hurt much
As I revealed before
There’s nothing up my cuff
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Young Fresh Fellows Seattle, Washington
Seattle’s Young Fresh Fellows have been slinging clever, hook-packed rock since the ’80s, blending garage grit, pop smarts, and a wry sense of humor. Led by Scott McCaughey, the band’s ragged charm and sharp songwriting have made them cult heroes. It's an enduring reminder that rock ’n’ roll works best when it’s loose, loud, and laughing at itself. ... more
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