1. |
So Full
03:47
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It came to me.
Arriving at a blinding speed.
For how long, who knows?
I'm trying hard to not let go.
I found my soul.
I've never had the well so full.
An overflow.
I've never had the well so full.
It comes in dreams.
It comes in drugs and alcohol.
Sometimes it seems
like reading writing on the wall.
I found my soul.
I've never had the well so full.
An overflow.
I've never had the well so full.
Now, after all of this time
finding my way in the dark.
Knowing the moment arrives
if I wait for the spark.
I changed the scheme
(it was AABB, now it's ABAB, baby),
but somehow I don't even care.
Sometimes it seems
like finding what's already there.
I found my soul.
I've never had the well so full.
An overflow.
I've never had the well so full.
I found my soul.
I'm trying hard to not let go.
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2. |
Toy Boat
04:20
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Say "Toy Boat"
fast three times
in a row.
I'm tongue-tied.
You twist my tongue.
You break my heart.
You set my mind off racing.
You twist my tongue.
You break my heart.
You ask a leading question.
Say "Toy Boat"
fast three times
in a row.
I'm tongue-tied.
I say my mantra
and I imagine
that with each recitation.
I say my mantra
and I imagine
each time our lips are meeting.
She sells seashells by the seashore.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
You twist my tongue.
I say my mantra.
Say "Toy Boat"
fast three times
in a row.
I'm tongue-tied.
Three free throws
in a line.
Say "Toy Boat"
I'm tongue-tied.
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
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4. |
Bubblegum 45s
02:47
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Take out the Fisher-Price.
I've got memories
trapped in vinyl and they come to life.
All that I have to do
is set the needle down
and I'll have a smile
because I know that I'm going to be right . . .
Right back in my room like I was four.
Bubblegum 45s scattered on the floor.
Spin 'Crimson and Clover'
I'd sing along over and over
trying to get it right.
I think fidelity is the enemy.
I like mine cut out from a cereal box.
Every skip, scratch, and pop
is a joy to me
and I have a smile
because I know that I'm going to be right . . .
Right back in my room like I was four.
Bubblegum 45s scattered on the floor.
Spin 'Crimson and Clover'
I'd sing along over and over
trying to get it right.
I believe sometimes words are meaningless
and just get in the way.
A set of chords or a well-placed electric harpsichord
can have a lot more to say.
I know that I'm going to be right.
Right back in my room like I was four.
Cereal box records scattered on the floor.
Spin 'Crimson and Clover'
I'd sing along over and over
and I'd try to get it right.
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5. |
Several Thousand
03:24
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Every time I see you I'm exalted.
I want to write you letters every day.
That double rainbow ain't got nothing on you.
My feet are shredded but I feel okay.
Every time I think about you
(several thousand times a day)
I can feel this pull
like a river toward the ocean.
Tell me - do you feel this way?
I've got myself caught in a situation.
I tried to lock myself inside my room.
That only made it sink in that much deeper.
It only made me want to be with you.
Every time I think about you
(several thousand times a day)
I can feel this pull
like a river toward the ocean.
Tell me - do you feel this way?
You could say I'm not playing fair at all.
I won't even try to argue that away.
But where you're concerned my control has failed me.
What else do I have to say?
Every time I think about you
(several thousand times a day)
I can feel this pull
like a river toward the ocean.
Tell me that you feel the same.
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6. |
Black and Blue
05:38
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You seem surprised to find
that I'm human
and that I can do things wrong.
For my frailties your heart
has no room and
you go write a song.
You take glee in making me
play my faults out onstage.
You can spit your venom out
but I must hold my rage.
And I'm feeling black and blue
like I'm beaten through and through.
I'm cut and bruised.
I'm black and blue.
Would it give you any
satisfaction
if I said I can be mean?
Would you then admit in our
interactions
your hands aren't quite clean?
When you tell your stories
that recount my every sin
you always leave out the beginnings
so you can look good in the ends.
And I'm feeling black and blue
like I'm beaten through and through.
I'm cut and bruised.
I'm black and blue.
This is the point at which
I need to write a bridge
for this.
But I haven't done it yet.
It's proving hard to get.
When you find the next thing
that I'm lacking.
Please don't tell me to my face.
For my pride has taken
quite a whacking.
I can't stand up straight.
So, take my latest failure
and be sure to write it down
so you can pour it out like water on me
when I start to drown.
And I'm feeling black and blue
like I'm beaten through and through.
I'm cut and bruised.
I'm not like you.
I'm black and blue.
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8. |
O/P Intro
00:32
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9. |
O/P
03:40
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There are silver clouds all over the sky
but you'll find the black lining.
If you're looking for happiness
why not cut back on your whining?
And be an optimist
so when it all goes wrong
you can still find your way home.
But you're a pessimist
and you pay for it.
And your drag is all your own.
You're crying 'bout your half glass of milk
before you've even spilled it.
I have a glass that's half-empty, too -
but I know life refills it.
'Cause I'm an optimist
and when it all goes wrong
I know I'll still find my way home.
But you're a pessimist
and you pay for it.
And your drag is all your own.
Only you could see this day
and find a way to bitch.
It's such a fucked-up way to live.
It keeps you down.
I'm such an optimist
that when December comes
I can still believe it's June.
But you're a pessimist
and it eats you up.
And you'll probably die too soon.
I'm a optimist.
And it all comes down
to the way I choose to see.
But you're a pessimist
and, hey, that's your choice, too
but don't you lay your drag on me.
I don't want it.
There are silver clouds all over the sky
but you'll find the black lining.
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10. |
Nothing Wrong With Me
03:45
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I was told by you
I was the problem.
Now, with someone new,
it's all been solved.
I bought your song
but now - so long.
There's nothing wrong with me.
I came back to life
when I decided
lose the constant strife
that you provided.
Now I'm strong,
so run along.
There's nothing wrong with me.
I ain't saying I'm the easiest guy in the world to live with.
I ain't saying I'm incapable of doing something wrong.
But what I'm saying is now I've been given some understanding.
Somebody recognizes my good intentions
without throwing all my motives up for constant re-invention.
You - Forget my name
and my existence.
I will do the same
and say "good riddance."
Now we're through
and Wow! It's true.
It all was you
(so whoop-de-do.)
There's nothing wrong with me.
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11. |
Peter Pan
05:00
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Peter.
Peter Pan, that's what you called me.
You never seem to get I'm childlike -
that doesn't mean I'm childish.
There is no contradiction.
Though you'll deny . . .
Think happy thoughts and you can fly.
Think happy thoughts and you can fly like . . .
Peter.
The one that you cast as the bad guy.
The one you said could never handle
adult situations
like the baby in your belly
that isn't mine.
Think happy thoughts and you can fly.
Think happy thoughts and you can fly so high.
(Hi).
How ya doin'?
How's yer life been?
Pity 'bout your present situation
but don't you cry.
Think happy thoughts and you can fly.
No more.
I can't take the aggravation.
If you need to reach me I will be flying.
Flying to my island
where they taught me something
that you should try:
Think happy thoughts and you can fly.
Think happy thoughts and you can fly like . . .
Peter.
I'm flying.
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12. |
Weather
03:31
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So, prodigal friend
you've run away
for the last time.
No more open doors
for your return
when you arrive.
I gave 'til I was sore.
Then you asked for more.
And the wind's blowing strong today.
I'm chilled to the bone.
It's four long, hard months 'til May
and I'll weather them alone.
I was into you
much more than you
were into me.
Why did I refuse
to see the truth,
so plain to see?
I wasted so much time
while you robbed me blind.
And the wind's blowing strong today.
I'm chilled to the bone.
It's four long, hard months 'til May
and I'll weather them alone.
You're not worth it anyway.
So, I'll weather this alone.
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13. |
That, For Me, Is You
03:52
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What's it like
when all your dreams come true?
When your life
is given something new
and you begin to live the way you've always wanted to?
That, for me, is you.
How did I
become the lucky one?
Now - my time;
my moment in the sun
and all because the faith you gave me
finally pulled me through.
That, for me . . .
You - a cloud, a fantasy,
a perfect chord, a reverie.
All the gifts of life
I see in you.
And now I look upon my life
and can't believe the view.
That, for me -
so much more than I imagined
it could be.
That, for me, is you.
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