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It’s our breakup call by the river
I’m calling you from the rocks
The river’s a natural place for relationship talks
It’s our breakup call by the river
Whenever you’re ready to go
I hope that the fish and the frogs are prepared for the show
It’s our breakup call by the river
We’ll try not to be unkind
The birds take a dip and the water is looking fine
The trees are swaying in the breeze
We live in two different realities
It’s our breakup call by the river
I wouldn’t call from the car
There’s just something right about breaking up by the sandbar
It’s our breakup call by the river
Is that a personal attack?
Hold on a sec there’s a guy passing by in a kayak
It’s our breakup call by the river
I’m lounging against a log
I hope that I still get to sometimes see our dog
An egret cruises up above
We never learned a healthy way to love
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Fizzy
03:04
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Pictures up in the sky
make you feel dizzy
Bubblegum and Canada Dry
keep your mouth busy
so it doesn’t have time
to sing a sad song
for love
At the end of the day
you eat a blue flower
You give your longing away
to some power
And there isn’t a mouth
to sing a sad song
for love
See me
Paint me
Your hand’s in the way
Closer
Smaller
Fold flat like a moth
Come back often
Watch it soften
Every note that you play
is a blue arrow
You have to give the music away
out the open window
And there isn’t a tape
There isn’t a trace
at all
Indecipherable art
makes you feel better
Tear the letter apart
and write a new letter
Where there isn’t a rhyme
There isn’t a song
at all
Come back often
Watch it soften
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Patient Noiseless Spider
01:28
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Through Your Eyes
03:08
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I see the Marx Brothers movie
through your eyes
I see the wooden jacuzzi
through your eyes
I see the yellow and green
candy bar color scheme
through your eyes
I see the Soviet poster
through your eyes
I see the Budweiser coaster
through your eyes
I see the moccasin shoes
and the Stetson hat too
through your eyes
I can’t find my eyes to see through
I’ve been hypnotized
And now I’m looking at me too
through your eyes
I see the Malibu landscape
through your eyes
I see the buttermilk pancakes
through your eyes
I see the Columbo plot
and the fisherman’s knot
through your eyes
The world is full of images that are useless
Like an all you can eat buffet when you’re toothless
And the endless parade is so cruel and ruthless
The projector keeps on running
The pictures keep on coming
and
I can’t find my eyes to see through
I’ve been hypnotized
And now I’m looking at me too
through your eyes
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Cabbage
02:19
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Bubbles in the paint
Cycles in the cabbage
Not so very straight
Not so real the average
I wish that I could leave
I wish that I could stay
I’m gonna be a-wishing either way
Babies on TV
The ocean on the paper
Not so very sweet
Not so real the danger
I want to be so free
I want to be so safe
I’m gonna be a-wanting either way
Gator on the hook
Spaghetti on the sidewalk
Nothing like the book
Nothing like the TED talk
I want to eat the key
I want to mark the page
I’m gonna be a-wanting either way
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Laredo
03:28
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Laredo
Sit in the sun for a minute
Have a drink from the faucet
Quit leaning on the wall
Don’t you see the leaves turn
Laredo?
And soon they’re gonna fall
Laredo
The union card in your wallet
The unsold tapes in your closet
The plastic all will melt
Take a look in the mirror
Laredo
You missed a notch on your belt
Laredo
Life is a pot of water
Pain is a ravioli
Your mind is a slotted spoon
Try to be a bread bowl
Laredo
And god is a holy soup
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They put a Chipotle where there was a live oak tree
They put a Sunglass Hut where the old Chipotle used to be
The parking garage has another layer
The billboard lawyers are a little grayer
In my hometown
But nothing really changes in my hometown
The future’s yet to be invented
There’s still heroes, villains and clowns
In roughly the same percentage
They sold off the swampland just to make a speedy buck
I used to leave my body staring in that cosmic muck
The county road is a little wider
They say that new brewpub has got a killer cider
In my hometown
But nothing really changes in my hometown
They still got Journey on the radio
There’s still heroes, villains and clowns
In roughly the same ratio
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In the woods outside the city
on a trampoline
The revolutionary committee
reconvenes
They’re making beautiful music
and cooking DMT
They say the way it always was
is not the way it’s gonna be
In Florida things grow
where you least expect
You know it might have multiplied
since you last checked
They’re practicing with rifles
and singing that new song
That says it won’t be long now,
it won’t be long
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There’s a charming A-frame house just off of Fulton street
That is where the middle aged avant-garde jazzers meet
Anyone is welcome, just don’t forget to take off your shoes
I’m at home
I’m in heaven with the Berkeley Jews
You can discuss Ornette and Stravinsky and John Keats
You can have a matzoh ball topped with nutritional yeast
Their sarcasm is drier than imported green chartreuse
I’m at home
I’m in heaven with the Berkeley Jews
In heaven
I’m in heaven
In heaven
I’m in heaven with the Berkeley Jews
The bathroom smells like tea tree oil and trace of turpentine
It’s stocked up with the last three months of Sunday New York Times
And a picture album full of shots from their Mediterranean cruise
I’m at home
I’m in heaven with the Berkeley Jews
Outside they will fire one up under the misty sky
Pass it to the cool algebra teacher from Berkeley High
The cd changer’s loaded with the finest rhythm and blues
You’re at home
You’re at home
You’re in heaven with the Berkeley Jews
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No More Mister This Guy
03:14
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Sit and watch a candle flame
Sit and watch a baseball game
In stillness it finds you
Wash an apple in the dive bar sink
Play the cymbals til your eardrums ring
The chaos reminds you
Better to be a knot than not to be
but you’ll have to pull that thread eventually
No more mister this guy
I’ve got the will to change
I’m gonna rearrange
The clouds
In the blue sky
No more mister this guy
I’m gonna come around
I’m gonna kiss the ground
On the shore
Of a new try
I’ve said it again
And I’ll say it before
There once never was
And there won’t anymore
Be a this guy
No more mister this guy
I’ve got the will to change
I’m gonna rearrange
The clouds
In the blue sky
No more mister this guy
I’m gonna come around
I’m gonna kiss the ground
On the shore
Of a new try
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12. |
The Egg
03:10
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Tonight all my friends look like Beatles
The fog machine wards off all evil
I can feel you standing right next to me
You hand me the egg that no one can see
And the band warms up
Tonight all the pigeons are famous
They want only to entertain us
I can see the eggshell starting to crack
When the light comes out it won’t go back
And the band plays that song
we haven’t heard in so long
I was facing the room with one earplug
My faith was asleep like a dog on the rug
You were true
but I thought you were a symbol
I was high
when I found out it was simple
Tonight the moonlight throws off our saddles
I wear your glasses and we share an apple
The people on the porch all do agree
There must be an egg that no one can see
And the mic feeds back
Tonight all the wind chimes are playing
The pedestrian bridges are swaying
Water jumps the banks of the stream
I can see that the hills will soon be green
And the band loads out
leaving no doubt
I was facing the room with one earplug
My faith was asleep like a dog on the rug
You were true
but I thought you were a symbol
I was high
when I found out it was simple
And slowly
the green grass starts to grow
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Ben Varian Los Angeles, California
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