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2 Kweens
03:03
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Two queens from different worlds
Evergreen and flowers in their daze
Too fierce and different girls
Never seen inside the caveman gaze
In the Shadow of a wall of sound
Still my heart and shake the ground
She can see behind herself
Hazel eyed patina, golden brown
Teachers of uncommon sense
And Poetry and Providence
Own your shit at your expense
Burn a bridge or mend a fence
Washed out in the sprawl of sound
Fill my heart and take the crown
She's as strong as 7 men
Lift a bus right off the ground
2 queens in a dreamers' dream
Saw her on a TV screen
Atom heart and bright white heat
North Star in a diamond sea
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April Fool's Day
03:16
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When I found my demolition queen
Shook me from a sleepless dream
Took our chances in a dirt poor dive
Caution like a kite in a category five
Seasons of sentiment left in the Stanzas
Yesterday's gone, No second glances
Punchlines and poverty, laugh at our chances,
Dreams slip away, and get caught in the branches
32 days and a winter heart thaws
Lay down the lamb in the dead lions jaws
throw out the songbooks since time out of mind
Fools need an April day dawning to shine
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Days Without Incident
03:44
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I know I earned the title,
From foot in mouth recitals
"Your bigmouth laureate"
I'll wind up sorry for it
Numbered days that came and went,
Somehow without incident,
fewer now and far between
For a low rent Libertine
Stumble over the line
Mark it zero again
One more time
Keeping stock of the love I lost,
The cost of honesty
Hearts crossed and frost is on
the flowers promised me
Cast them to the void
of memories erased
The graves I made for hopes
that I might ever change
Stumble over the line
Mark it zero again
One more time
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Seance 1
04:03
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Place To Dream
03:42
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Though the details escape me
O my brothers please don't wake me
Let me be in a place to dream
Until it's time to cut this scene
Seasons freeze and thaw and burn
Stubborn hearts will never learn
Despite Diminishing returns
We're Still kicking in the dirt
Look at all we put Behind us
Down there in the dirt and grime
A golden age, that never shined,
Never could have changed our minds
Dig for diamonds dig for words
The dog years died faster than I preferred
Sink your heart, lift your voice
Sing your way though the void
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Seance 3
02:55
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Crooked miles
Coded correspondence
Set the table, for the seances
You know the words that went unread
You heard the things that I never said
Stack up the losses in the dead letter office
Reach down, lift me with your phantom limb
Closer still, dimly shine on my window sill
Fading out, no more time to kill
Words on wings, with blackened quills
Stack up the losses, in the dead letter office
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