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I must be cold, with flies on me
And coins where I see.
When I'll have that one remark,
While trapped in my case:
"Don't you leave me here, in the dark."
"Don't you leave me here, in the dark."
If I should choose to burn away,
Rather than decay.
Please tell all the broken hearts,
Before I'm enflamed:
"Don't you leave me here, in the dark."
"Don't you leave me here, in the dark."
"Don't leave me here, in the dark."
...and to all of:
Our selfish dreams,
Our circus lust,
Our violent themes.
A perfect love's imperfect dream
We're so emotional!
I'm so emotional!
You're so emotional!
I'll bleed or choke, or burn, or freeze,
Or go from disease.
But, when I then do embark
On that better place:
"Don't you leave me here, in the dark."
"Don't leave me here, in the dark."
"Don't leave me here, in the dark."
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2. |
For You My Love
03:11
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Beads of a limber, ice-feel,
Trickle down my spine.
They lap in rapid motion.
Stating that you're mine,
And you...
Slow-ly slide your fingertips
Across my side.
Sending nerves a message.
Allowing them to glide.
You do...
I'm gonna lay here.
I'm gonna lay here.
I'm gonna lay here.
I'm gonna lay here.
You,
Are why
The sun
Shines so bright!
Your eyes,
Are rays
That give out only light.
You tend
To smile
When you
Close them tightly.
While you're here with me.
Raindrops spill on windshields,
Spread under streetlights.
In these cars, rare beauty
Is noticed in the night,
By you...
Shadows scream from buildings,
Laced with plastic height.
Leaving questions answered.
For you, my love, I write.
For you...
I'm gonna lay here.
I'm gonna lay here.
I'm gonna lay here.
I'm gonna lay here.
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3. |
This Morning Alarm
02:50
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Sweet tasting's all her love,
While waking in the morning.
My eyelids open as her
Lips kiss, without warning.
This Morning alarm
Is sacred by sound.
I'll never wake up
When this dream is found.
Rather than lift my head;
I roll around instead.
I savor those sips of flavored
Life within some bed.
This Morning alarm
Is sacred by sound.
I'll never wake up
If this dream is found.
This Morning alarm
Is sacred by sound.
I'll never wake up
If this dream is found.
This Morning alarm
Is sacred by sound.
I'll never wake up
When this dream is found.
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4. |
Without a Pocket
02:29
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To start it off;
I can't just speak it,
So I'm gonna have to talk it.
If the time was on your teeth?
Your mouth would surely be a clock.
And if when you had to eat,
You'd have to shake a tooth to stop it.
You can't live your life without a pocket!
You can't live your life without a pocket!
So, if you ever leave your house;
Your door, you need to lock it,
And just where'd you put your key
If you did not have any pockets?
You'd remove one of your eyes
And place it in the empty socket.
You can't live your life without a pocket!
You can't live your life without a pocket!
If you're not feeling lazy,
And need to go for a stroll?
I may just sound a bit crazy,
But some things you'll need
When on the go.
Now, your money;
You can leave it in your nose or in your sock,
But when the time comes when you need it-
It depends on where it's stocked.
If in a nostril? You may sneeze it,
But it's always quite a shock!
If you don't have a pocket,
You can sock-it.
Go!
It seems we're taking a long time
To Go!
It seems we're taking a long time
To Go!
It seems we're taking a long time
To Go!
It seems we're taking a long time.
If you have your phone and you do not have any pockets?
You can go ahead and sock-it,
But I fear, you might just drop it.
You can stick it in your ear,
But you won't hear whoever's talkin.
You can't live your life without a pocket!
You can't live your life without a pocket!
If you're not feeling lazy,
And need to go for a stroll?
I may just sound a bit crazy,
But some things you'll need
When on the go.
I say:
You need a home for your numbers,
Letters, fire, paper, stones.
I may just sound a bit crazy,
But life seems better on the go.
I said:
You can't live your life without a pocket!
You can't live your life without a pocket!
You can't live your life without a pocket!
You can't live your life without a pocket!
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5. |
Sticky, Sticky
02:22
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I'm well aquainted with the paved, gray street.
With no wheels, I move so loosely on my feet
Through this Sticky, Sticky world we wake to.
This Sticky, Sticky world we know,
And if I feel this way I think I could Go...
Home
And hide
Undercovers.
Go home,
And hide
Undercovers.
Forget the boxey buildings.
What do you see?
We're enclosed in a clip-show penitentiary.
You've sold me on a Sticky, Sticky bus or billboard,
Or a Sticky window, we know.
Can we escape this place
I really could Go...
Home
And hide
From the others.
Go home
And hide
From the others.
At last we're here.
We're living a modern treat.
Don't move, Relax.
Just enjoy your seat
For this Sticky, Sticky show you make us.
You're Sticky from head to toe.
If you feel this way?
I think we can Go...
Home
And tell
All the others.
Go home
And tell
All the others.
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Up on the bus, slide safely to a seat.
I bet,
All these strangers dream their beds today.
Unlike the crowd,
This girl, she starts to sing. I hear-
She's there, with her Cinnamon Hair.
Yes. She's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
Stunned by her wild tone.
I keep looking back.
Some said,
That "she's never getting off today".
Her face is why I have eyes.
It's beautiful.
I won't forget
She's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
Yes. She's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
I know she's happy in her own world.
I'm sure she's Ra pa pa pa pa
Hi!
She seems to move onto the new verse.
She's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
Yes. She's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
Stopped at the next stop.
Driver asked her "Please?"
Then said:
"Could you stop singing on the bus, today?! "
She never answers
Her curves look like a dancers'.
She's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
Yes, she's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
I know she's happy in her own world.
I'm sure she's Ra pa pa pa pa
Hi!
She seems to move onto the last verse.
She's the with her Cinnamon Hair.
Yes, she's there with her Cinnamon Hair.
Yes, she's there with her Cinnamon,
There with her Cinnamon,
There with her Cinnamon Hair.
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Beautiful
03:06
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Look at your eyes.
They're closed, you're dreaming
Waves of layered light from breathing.
While faded sunshine rolls away,
Along will yesterday.
She was
A sentimental lady.
Who did'nt know a bit
About it.
And she was...
Walls around your room are napping.
Clocks and doorlocks continue clapping.
You!
It's you they're celebrating.
This season's made for you.
She was
A sentimental lady.
Who did'nt know a bit
About it.
And she was...
Will you walk with me?
It's so easy and true
And take few steps when I look you.
When I look at you-
Beautiful...
Shades of simple shivers shaking
Through my body-bold and quaking.
True!
It's true !
You're art! You're moving!
Feeling's fading? Few.
She was
A sentimental lady.
Who did'nt know a bit
About it.
And she was...
She was
A sentimental lady.
Who did'nt know a bit
About it.
And she was...
You.
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8. |
Laugh or Cry
02:20
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Clouds
ha Ha ha
Change
ha Ha ha
Sprout
ha Ha ha
Change
ha Ha ha
Now
Ha oh ah
Now
Ha oh ah
Now
Ha oh ah
Now
Ha oh ah
Birds
ha Ha ha
Fly
ha Ha ha
Laugh
ha Ha ha
Die
ha Ha ha
Feel
Ha oh ah
Real
Ha oh ah
Feel
Ha oh ah
Feel
Ha oh
Your face
Will grow old.
Your face
Will grow old.
Time
ha Ha ha
Flies
ha Ha ha
Cry
ha Ha ha
Try
ha Ha ha
Stay
Ha oh ah
Stay
Ha oh ah
Stay
Ha oh ah
Stay
Ha oh ah
Play
ha Ha ha
Lay
ha Ha ha
Tears
ha Ha ha
Play
ha Ha ha
Live
Ha oh ah
Give
Ha oh ah
Live
Ha oh ah
Give
Ha oh
Your face
Will grow old.
Your face
Will grow old.
Your face
Will grow old.
Your face
Will grow old.
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9. |
I Don't Know Why
02:30
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I don't know why
I still dream about her
And wake to find
My mind in some corner
Where memories keep flowing.
Faint images are showing.
I don't know why
I stay up too late
And wonder why
I'm dragging the next day
Sometimes, I'm really boring.
Sometimes, I'm really boring.
Then there're those times
When I feel shy and really low.
Yes, there're those times:
When I feel caught in the middle,
Played like a fiddle,
Outlined and etched in blue.
You know I do.
I don't know why
I tend to devour
All this time.
Just wasted an hour
On memories that keep flowing.
Past images are showing.
I don't know why
I get lost inside my head.
I'll have to find some reason, but instead
I'll find why I'm really boring.
That's all I've been ignoring.
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10. |
Feeling Better Already
01:51
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Silence stays above my head.
This silent feeling's dead.
I'm feeling better already.
Violence plays a heavy role.
My mind, It must control.
I'm feeling better already.
I will make the most of any time
From pre to post, to ghostly prime;
Sometime!
Sometime!
Lovers sharing loving stares
We're one, but still a pair.
I'm feeling better already.
Breathing in and out we do.
Forget you're breathing, too.
I'm feeling better already.
I will make the most of any time
From pre to post, to ghostly prime:
Sometime!
Sometime!
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11. |
Grey Days
02:59
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I feel I'm falling
Like winters' snow.
In several pieces
That love and glow.
Slip sideways, leaning
Into a breeze,
While tasting waters'
Delicious freeze
With you!
With you!
With you!
With you
Make Grey Days of your own!
I spill when I rise
So commonly, you know.
It's true, there are these reasons
Why when we go, we go.
You tempt me like the seasons
Do to simple trees,
While sleeping softly
Within my arms and knees.
And you!
And you!
And you!
And you
Make Grey Days of your own!
Share these easy teasy times with a love.
Stars will swell beneath the sky;
So fade off.
I feel I'm falling
Like winters' snow.
In several pieces
That love and glow.
Slip sideways leaning
Into a breeze,
While tasting waters'
Delicious freeze
With you!
With you!
With you!
With you
Make Grey Days of your own!
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Noel Vickery Boston, Massachusetts
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