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Clover
02:55
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Clover come and gone, have you seen red dawn, have you seen red dawn
The honey bees left their hives here to go find needles in the hay
The message they received made them disappear, didn't need them anyway
Yeah, we leave scars, like fifty stars, the white lines, the red bars
All the drones ditching management, for a good relaxing beer
In the mornings they go into fits, so they may feel free and clear
Yeah, we leave scars, like fifty stars, the white lines, the red bars
On up with the jet stream
Been movin north about a hundred years
On up with the jet stream
Make our icy Sundays a little more sincere
Clover come and gone, have you seen red dawn, have you seen red dawn...
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Craziest Loon
02:11
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Out on the lake, at Camp Amazing, past Cape Mistake
All of the waves, the wind is phasing, while dawn is breaking, and pretty soon, the sunrays will run, and chase around, the shimmering dunes, yeah pretty soon, while the day is still young, and the night is done, licking our wounds, we'll get up and sing a tune, for the craziest loon, we'll get up and sing a tune for our favorite loon, we'll get up pretty soon...
It's always been said, the way the winter blankets keep us in bed, it's not good for our heads, we fake handshake through it, even with friends, and all the love that they send, every heartfull blessing helps us to begin, so we'll get up and sing a tune for our favorite loon, we'll get up and sing a tune for the craziest loon, we'll get up pretty soon...
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Halos and Horns
02:52
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Cuttin' old ties loose down a dusty trail
Holding hands as the sun begins to fail
Holding on until we're old and frail
And our hero capes get worn
And our halos hang on horns, far out
Return to sender, release
One more double fantasy
And do what's right, just harder please
Til our hero capes get worn, and our halos hang on horns... far out
Cuttin' old ties loose down a dusty trail
Holding hands as the sun begins to fail
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4. |
Raining Love
03:14
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Clouds gettin tangled in all sorts of new angles
Blankets being torn away
Words get mangled, all messed up and disabled
Another sunshiny day, how come
Its always raining love, when I come home to you
Yeah, its always raining love, when I come home to you
Its about getting angry, finding out what this thing means, going to the root and the ore of the source
Winter time makes me hazy, sometimes I get lazy, but
I'm still scared of divorce, how come
Its always raining love, when I come home to you
Yeah, its always raining love, when I come home to you
You'll never leave me alone, will you, dear?
Cause if you do, I'd rather die right here
Clouds gettin tangled in all sorts of new angles
Blankets being torn away
Words get mangled, all messed up and disabled
Another sunshiny day, how come
Its always raining love, when I come home to you
Yeah, its always raining love, when I come home to you
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Same Frame
02:38
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Shaped with the same frame
Struck the chord in my brain and then you played
Just about everyday
Along the line
You got hit from behind
Frowns and silence were on your face
Oh please don't break
Still you played, kind of
It's been a while now since you
Strummed away
Don't know how long since you played
Why don't you play anymore
Shaped with the same frame
Struck the chord in my brain now you don't play
No you don't play
Anymore
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6. |
Stoned Hinge
02:50
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Round the world we spin and
Saturn returns from when
We didn't know better parties
We're so glad we're friends
Out of jokes we're flakes in the yolk by now
Somehow the greatest dreams slow down and smoke
Hell, don't know when
We're ever gonna see this place again
Fines, fences and clubs
Overtaking turtledoves
Out of jokes we're flakes in the yolk by now
Somehow the greatest dreams slow down and smoke
No opposing field will burn as bright, as then
Come on in, you know the fire's just right
You're the stoned hinge
Thank God you opened up again
Whims float on the wind
With hogs feet and tryptophan
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7. |
Lighthouse Thicket
02:02
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OPB music has been known to put various words over this one.
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Peepers
03:04
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Little Lolita stares out with her peepers
They're just not very trained
She's oh so young, hasn't drawn that much blood
And she might not roll in the hay
So little Lolita sits down with her secrets
In the corner, ain't got much to say
But when she dances she feels the glances
Pretends and blocks them away
Oh they're not there, oh she don't have a care
Oh they're not there, oh she don't have a care
Hey Mr. Black floats in and out the cracks
He's got more than a mouthful to say
Lives with his mother and throws with his brother
And at night he sleeps in the frays
He may have been accused
Cause his brain makes them fume
He's got more than how to play
When it's all done they'll see what he's become
And he'll smile and just walk away
Oh they're not there, oh he don't have a care
Oh they're not there, oh he don't have a care
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Toads
02:43
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You know we stay high all the time
Eatin fruit from the daily grind, yeah
Pushin hard down the line
Smell the love yeah we're feeling fine
We're the toads you'd like to find
Lick us behind our ears and maybe you'll shine
Pick the cloves from the spines
The petals from pistils
The saw waves from the sines
As strange as it seems
You don't wanna believe
You just call it disease
We don't know what you mean
Single Moms deserve their pride
Cause chivalry ran off and died
Samurai will not deny
It takes a lot of love just to survive
We're the toads you'd like to find
Lick us behind our ears and maybe you'll shine
Pick the cloves from the spines
The petals from pistils
The saw waves from the sines
As strange as it seems
You don't wanna believe
You just call it disease
We don't know what you mean
Because we stay high all the time
Eatin fruit from the daily grind
Pushin hard down the line
Smell the love yeah we're feeling fine
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Prayin for Luck
03:29
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Hang, hang on to see, your forgiveness, and let it be
Home, home is hard, home is hardest, for you and me
Sometimes life can seem
A motion sickness daydream
So hold hope, don't hang it up, when you get stuck, on your knees, prayin for luck
Make what you can, make yourself love, your fellow man
Even those, who believe, they hold the secrets in their hand
Those who in the mirror, see God's image, don't see clear
The fear and lies that guide the night
Shine above the left and right, in hindsight
God loves me and you, and the Devil, mean people too
God loves gays and Jews, Hindus and Muslims
And Buddha's boobs
God hope you see us through
This rotten radio and fake TV news
So, hold hope, don't hang it up
When you get stuck, on your knees, prayin for luck
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11. |
Follow Them Out
01:58
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Looks like the parents are comin into town
We follow them in and we follow them out
If everything goes right on the bus
They'll turn out the lights before us
Looks like the parents are hangin around
We came out of them weighing under ten pounds
The noises they made were our very first sounds
And someday we'll follow them to the ground
But, better yet, stay full of heart
If your parents should fail to start
Pick up the pieces, be a work of art
Or make a new one to tear apart
Just make a new one to tear apart
Looks like the parents are comin into town
We follow them in and we follow them out
If everything goes right on the bus
They'll turn out the lights before us
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12. |
Weird Steer
04:21
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Wake up and come in here
Let us bend your ears
Think of a difficult story you know
The horns of a weird steer
The wreckage in moorage
Another mortgage on our minds...
Is there a sin, out there, to pay for just stopping in
Guess we'll see you after last call
The second coming of the white squall
Face down at every pub crawl
Oh yeah, at least we loved them all
The wreckage in moorage
Another mortgage on our minds...
Is there a sin, out there, to pay for just stopping in
Information that we don't need
Has got us bleeding out of both ears
When the truth comes along
Someone disappears
Wake up and come in here
I guess we'll see you after last call
Let us bend your ears
The second coming of the white squall
Think of a difficult story you know
Face down at every pub crawl
The horns of a weird steer
At least we loved them all...
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