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Elements
03:32
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The Hills
02:40
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Where'd you go when the rain stopped pouring?
To a place you never let me see
The sun is out, no more thunder roaring
Time again to say goodbye to me
Oh, the hills will be there tomorrow
Should the sky be like it is today
And I know that she'll leave me sorrow
When she goes down to the hills to stay
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RIO
16:24
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They say our time is nearly over
The world will never start brand new
Days and hours mark the ending
Of life for me and you
Perhaps it's not my place to argue
But what they say is just not true
In your eyes reflect the power
To change a grey sky to blue
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Mike Newfield
00:54
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5. |
Barrensphere
06:23
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6. |
Without Passion Or Peace
04:50
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Bones Chorale
01:56
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Automatically we're put to cheese
And left to face the draught
Enharmonically we sing this little ditty
While we rot
What a way to spend our time
Amongst the rubble and the stones
Somebody has gone and written out
this song for Singing Bones
Do you have the time to listen in
And tell us what is wrong?
Why do we persist in earnest wasting music with this song?
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Barrensphere Revisited
07:45
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9. |
Psychlops
13:12
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All over town, horns resound, buildings fall,
an architect on a sullen eve...
Half moon’s blazing star,
time abhors the city’s hearth
hands of the hourglass
Rolling on the floor behind my bedpost
a myriad eye of constancy.
It’s Here, it’s There, it’s...Everywhere
The ravages of time, it’s aware
and in the dusk, moving on
Ever since the change from Fall to Winter,
chill’s invested on my spine
Looking old and...out of time
Into the wind of night I’ve gone
to a city never been, standing on an icy ground,
like a cryonic bear
Start the day...walk inside a casino
faceless women and men squirm
in cash play, smells permeate
all inside this room
In the corner by an exit is a mirror
which reflects the beast’s incumbent eye
Horns resound, buildings fall
architect on a sullen eve
Half moon’s blaze, feeling tired
as the drum begin to beat
in this town, I can feel it
the impudence of atrophy.
Good evening to you Mr. Atrophye, the eye personifying psychloptic decay. This is the well to do inn or was anyway. Screams and cries reverberate off walls which crumble and crash killing the affluent few in residence. Bodies lay limp and lifeless on the floor which separates releasing them into the depths of earth. I don't plummet but rise floating in space, mass energy and emotion. Icing on the cake for you who won't be bought. Hey trophy, you're just an eye in the sky, see all hear nothing. Well what the heck did you wanna do a thing like this for? I need sobriety, convalescence and must awake.
Something jolts me out of bed and I feel great. What have I learned?
Once the martyr, headline story in a diary
Rags to riches, good investments is what swallowed me
Greed corrupted, money wrought
Now I realize humanity and love are the jewels never bought
Like a caterpillar trapped and bound to an old cocoon
Shifting wasn't easy, couldn't make the room to move
Now's the day and sleeping's done
There is much to do; contentment with the past is a way
Of living fast.
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Paper Love (bonus track)
04:06
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Dream, dream your way
That's all I want from life today
Thought I'd have much more to say
I'm a stream, come see me flow
I'm a field the wind may blow
Get up, get out of bed
And pour yourself a cup of tea for me
My world is spinnin' 'round and 'round
I hope today that I will see a little sunshine
It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
Look up into the sky
Just see those grey clouds spittin' rain at me
My world is spinnin' 'round and 'round
I thought I saw a tiny teardrop on your face
It's gonna change, it's gonna change
Run home, the day is done
Sidestep that streetcar splashin' mud at me
My head is spinnin' 'round and 'round
I wish that I could see some laughter in your eyes
When will you see? Just you and me?
Turn, turn away
I saw your photograph turn grey
Like a kite that's flown astray
In a world where no one dies
Wish I knew the reason why
Long, long away
There'll be a time for me someday
Another time, another play
Form a line, this way inside
Find a seat, sit down, and cry
Get up, get out of bed
And pour yourself a cup of tea for me
My world is spinnin' 'round' and 'round
I hope today that I will see a little sunshine
It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
Look up, into the sky
Just see those grey clouds spittin' rain at me
My world is spinnin' 'round and 'round
I thought I saw a tiny teardrop on your face
It's gonna change, it's gonna change
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Rascal Reporters Detroit, Michigan
Formed in the mid-1970s by high school chums Steve Gore & Steve Kretzmer, the Rascal Reporters made music together for over 30 years. From their basement studio in suburban Detroit, this duo delighted in confusing audiences & smudging the lines between genres over the course of one 7" single and seven studio albums. ... more
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