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Fur
05:05
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my brain is made of fur
cause i wanted to be warmer
my fists are full of fuzz
cause i wanted to be warm enough
i'll cry in the morning
when the omen arrives
glass eyes will be suddenly pouring
when it's all realized
blue snow along the pine
thoughtless, loveless, divine
i tasted bleeding wine
triumphant, horrid alive
i'll cry in the morning
when the omen arrives
glass eyes will be suddenly pouring
when it's all realized
never treason so unwise
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2. |
Animal
03:32
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there was a time i was the lucky dog
i knew who to call
tentacles wrapping round my neck
and i knew just who to call
that was a time of odd myths and prayers
and of him who was spinning it all
he wasn't midas that i am aware
more like sisyphus
now i'm a dead animal
i hold my tongue
he was winged and frail, untrue
i should've known i'd fail to see it through
he glows in the dark, built half of noah's arc
what'd you do?
when all of the comfort was gone I stood ripened raw
i was just born, nothing never happened
i was soaking thawed
but as the wind whipped and wrapped my flesh
i sealed up my speaking jaw
hope is a cannibal thing, an all-natural gnaw
now i'm a dead animal
i hold my tongue
he was far too frail, me too
but i should've known we'd fail the illusion
he is growing on the vine
he doesn't deal in time or space, bullshit like that
i took his place
sweet riddance
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3. |
Titania
03:58
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she is a physicist, a fox, and an atheist
looks me directly in my mind
ours is a question of pride
who will be the groom and who the bride?
i am persephone so feed me the seventh seed
i'll hold the devil underground
ours is a struggle of age
who will be the youth and who the sage?
but my baby she's a wizard and she's read it in the sky
the water's moving like a muscle
she is twisted like the vine
come our lovely lady nigh
we little loners stray, put all of our love away
she turns me off and then it's on
ours is an issue of cast
who will be the queen and who the ass?
but my baby she's a wizard and she's read it in the sky
the water's moving like a muscle
she is twisted like the vine
come our lovely lady nigh
we fight, then we say goodnight with a lullaby
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4. |
Fruit
04:39
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you don't have to be lonely anymore
i'm here now, anyhow
you don't have to throw your soul across the ocean anymore
though it's safer suffering devotion
i invite you, golden-gun outlaw
to see the moon is rising red
your sweeter strings will croon again
riper fruit is blooming soon
how can you pine while adventure looms?
you don't have to be lonely anymore
cause you could roll an eye out the window
see how that goes
i would be strolling by once and again
the choice is yours my weary lover-friend
oh i can't imagine what you had with her
but darling we cannot imagine what awaits us
so i invite you, golden-gun outlaw
to see the moon is rising red
your sweeter strings will croon again
riper fruit is blooming soon
how can you pine while adventure looms?
(wolf howls)
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5. |
Bo (The Optimist)
04:16
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Bo, he's an optimist
cause he likes to roll the dice with his own life
he likes to lay himself wherever he should land
but oh! woe is he
cause he likes despairing too, same as all you
you little yearners, always starving and deprived
in summer come the burning bees
he waits beneath their pear and orange trees
it was all meant to be
baby, baby, baby don't look in his room
cause that's his secret tomb, his demon
must really loathe himself or else just love falling apart
in summer come the burning bees
he waits beneath their pear and orange trees
done in by destiny
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6. |
Wonder
04:42
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six months, coffee chewing on the bedroom door
i want some licking lips cause i'm an omnivore
i am not your chore
we won't be working for the wonder
i could lock myself away
but i can't help the hoping
another doom another day
til pandora's chest is opened
afraid i'm waking
it cannot be helped
sour teeth stripping a grape of all it's skin
the nectar, sicko-sweet but oh i'm walking thin
you know what i've been
but you can't imagine the things i wonder
i could lock myself away
but i can't help the hoping
another doom another day
til pandora's chest is opened
beware i'm waking
it cannot be helped
something's demanding
to be felt
there is no finer line
shut your fucking mouth
then shut mine
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7. |
Easy Fix
05:10
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you know, you don't know why
you'd rather be alone at night
they got you getting young for a living
they got you coughing lung for a living
a perverted kind of dying rich
everybody is looking for that easy fix
where do you go from a perfect plateau?
where do you go from a permanent plateau?
you know but don't know why
you're getting far to stratified
you're waiting to become and get to living
get over getting numb and get to living
it's not enough to scratch an itch
cause everybody is looking for that easy fix
where do you go from a perfect plateau?
where do you go from a permanent plateau?
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8. |
The Garden
04:18
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am i wailing to the ceiling or the sky?
as autumn tempts me and we bid ourselves goodbye
if we begged we could be with anyone
but we're far too proud romantics on the run
bloom bloom for me baby
no return to the garden
our key was melted in a heat wave
no return to the garden
it's big living now with one foot out the grave
in the silver sun of winter we've gone blind
so what the hell could i decipher of the mind?
we said there was no one dead to mourn
but something's thawing and i wouldn't be so sure
bloom bloom going crazy
no return to the garden
our key was melted in a heat wave
no return to the garden
it's big living now with one foot out the grave
the apple ripens and it's springtime in the pen
but what we're birthing right or wrong won't recommend
to bury bliss with some arrogant display
won't ensure we're running towards and not away
so bloom bloom and amaze me
no return to the garden
our key was melted in a heat wave
no return to the garden
it's big living now with one foot out the grave
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9. |
Feathers
03:44
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feathers are growing from the sides of the buildings
i know just what i'm doing
feathers are growing from the sides of an eye
i know they sing a tempting little tune
gold flowing from a pool of red
a feral smile pulls at my hem
so sweet, the dawn
as faint as hope itself
sipping on that orange bulb in the sky
i am one toe 'front the other
timid though she may be
spring is trying to go for summer
gold just flowing from a tongue stained red
a wild smile pulls at my hem
too sweet, the dawn
a wink from hope herself
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10. |
Animal
03:32
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there was a time i was the lucky dog
i knew who to call
tentacles wrapping round my neck
and i knew just who to call
that was a time of odd myths and prayers
and of him who was spinning it all
he wasn't midas that i am aware
more like sisyphus
now i'm a dead animal
i hold my tongue
he was winged and frail, untrue
i should've known i'd fail to see it through
he glows in the dark, built half of noah's arc
what'd you do?
when all of the comfort was gone I stood ripened raw
i was just born, nothing never happened
i was soaking thawed
but as the wind whipped and wrapped my flesh
i sealed up my speaking jaw
hope is a cannibal thing, an all-natural gnaw
now i'm a dead animal
i hold my tongue
he was far too frail, me too
but i should've known we'd fail the illusion
he is growing on the vine
he doesn't deal in time or space, bullshit like that
i took his place
sweet riddance
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Goo New York, New York
As Goo, Beck Zegans and pals play sweet psychedelic folk in New York City. Tune in for a slow-burning nebula of lovesickness and hopeful/less crooning into the void.
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