1. |
The Tide Goes Out
02:52
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The tide goes out
A long long way
Tomorrow’s never going to be
Just another day
A long long way
Between the fence posts
The fields are full
Of angry ghosts
Don’t even ask me why
Why I’m so remote
I hold my head
In these hands
And look down at
Each grain of sand
It makes no sense
It’s beyond belief
Nothing you can do or say
Will bring me any relief
The tide goes out
A long long way
Tomorrow’s never going to be
Just another day
A long long way
Between the fence posts
The fields are full
Of angry ghosts
Don’t even ask me why
Why I’m so remote
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2. |
Black Mountain
03:25
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A cockroach lives
Behind the kitchen clock
It comes out
After ten at night
When the house is dark
And the sodium lights
Stretch across the bridge
To a black mountain
A black mountain
Time is just
A slave of space
It takes a week to
Walk round the base
Of a black mountain
A black mountain
Nothing grows
On the slopes
There’s a point where
You give up hope
On a black mountain
A black mountain
The stars are hard
In an endless sky
You live your life
And then you die
On a black mountain
A black mountain
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3. |
A Dreaming Land
02:23
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The child has
A long chin
She leans it on
A knuckled hand
Waiting for the world
To begin
Rain falls outside
The window
On the edge of
A dreaming land
And I am like
A cosmonaut
Who returns to
His father’s house
By a lake that
No-one
Understands
A lake of wind
Rippling
Of weeds
Drifting
On the edge of
A dreaming land
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4. |
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It’s great to be without a head
You can throw your arms around instead
Stay up late
Never go to bed
It’s great to be without a head
You don’t need to worry about your hair
Or about a single thing
No thought passes between your ears
Because your ears aren’t even there
It’s great to be without a head
It has many advantages
You don’t need to be smart
Or well read
It’s great to be without a head
No one will recognize you
And there’s nothing that you can’t do
It’s great to be without a head
You don’t get depressed or annoyed
Everything’s a perfect void
No need to mention Jung or Freud
It’s great to be without a head
It’s great to be without a head
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5. |
Red Capsule
04:12
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She departed
On her own trajectory
A red capsule
Sending back signals
From a distant galaxy
Just shadows behind
A hospital curtain
Where nothing is real
And nothing is certain
An overdose
Of forgotten pleasures
Bright object floating around
In the ether
Syringe, scalpel
And stethoscope
Her favourite teacup
Filled with smoke
There’s a light in everything
That’s how the cracks gets in
She departed
On her own trajectory
A red capsule
Sending back signals
From a distant galaxy
Just shadows behind
A hospital curtain
Where nothing is real
And nothing is certain
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6. |
Nevada Dada
03:48
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Nevada dada
Nevada dada
Frank Sinatra
Is a cactus
Don’t speak ill
Of the dead
Nevada dada
Nevada dada
Bodies are
Buried under the sand
Don’t speak ill
Of the dead
They have fingers
Golden fingers
And ashtrays
Made of bone
Don’t speak ill
Of the dead
They never did you
Any harm
There are cattle
On Mars
Believe that believe
Anything at all
Just keep them
Doggies rollin’
Into the void
Nevada dada
Nevada dada
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7. |
Avenue of Return
02:45
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I’ve gone so far
In one direction
I need an avenue of return
Pour l’avenue de retour
Vous devez renoncer à tout espoir
It’s hard
In the forgotten hour
To retrace my steps
On a hillside
Through the burnt trees
As the sun begins to set
Pour l’avenue de retour
Vous devez renoncer à tout espoir
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8. |
Around the Margins
03:55
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I roam around the margins
With a group of friends
We don’t seem to fit
Into any programme
There’s a love of rust
A love of decay
We stay up all night
For the break of day
One has a limp
One wears a frown
One looks like he’s spent
Years underground
You may smell sulphur
Or Eau de Cologne
Each of us has
A style of his own
One makes an omelette
With dozens of eggs.
One looks for a corner
Where he can beg
I roam around the margins
With a group of friends
We don’t seem to fit
Into any programme
There’s a love of rust
A love of decay
We stay up all night
For the break of day
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I’m not the same as you
I hold my breath and turn
A beautiful shade of blue
You’re not the same as me
You never were
And you’ll never be
I’m a mass of knots and you’re
Relaxed and free
You’re not the same as me
I’m an orangutan
You’re a chimpanzee
We share a different
Chemistry
You’re not the same as me
You never were and
You’ll never be
Not even to the
Slightest degree
You’re not the same as me
I’m not the same as you
I hold my breath and turn
A beautiful shade of blue
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10. |
The Morning Sky
02:50
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Through nine wisps
Of mist
I’ll appear on
Your doorstep
Through the twists
And turns
Of all the things we
Never seem to learn
I’ll pull up a chair
At a table set
With plates
As white as the sky
The morning sky
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