1. |
Rabbit Candy Jar
02:52
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Watch the gap. Hop on the trail.
Tomorrow will be yesterday,
and we are to see the King and Queen.
Picture a rabbit candy jar,
while you pull a chair aside.
Then, imagine you climb
inside that rabbit candy jar
leaving your two cents, your thoughts
and reason trapped inside,
like you did the other time.
And again,
If it rains, use a coat.
If it bites, then do run.
If it helps, you just nod.
Mind the gap. Do it again.
Today is just another day.
Like you never knew that life could be cruel,
picture a rabbit candy jar
and you won't let out a sigh.
Take a seat and repeat
the same 'ol good routine.
While it gets compellingly
stupid around here,
keep growing into those ears.
And again,
If it rains, use a coat.
If it bites, then do run.
If if helps, you just nod.
And again,
Tweedle Dum, and again,
hold that smile and play dumb.
Think "This is dad. This is mum."
There'll be a day
when my presence in here
you will see disappeared.
And I'll stand where you are.
You'll be there; you'll be mine.
We'll be gods on our feet.
But until then,
if it rains, use a coat.
If it bites, well, then run.
If if hurts, you go numb.
And again,
Tweedle Dum, and again,
hold that smile and play dumb.
Think "This is dad. This is mum."
Think "This is dad.
This is mum."
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2. |
Tell the Tale
02:17
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How do
you mighty men
sit tight?
How do you form the bond?
How do you fight the fight?
How do you hold your own
by an ear turning back?
How do
you tie up
this knot?
How do you bait the beast?
How do you hug the floor?
How do you know it's time
to be tied a little more.
I will explain
how I tell the tale,
as soon as I'm able
to board the nearest train.
I will explain,
right down to details:
why is it that my shoes
are on the wrong way?
How do
you wage all these
wars?
How do you hold the fort?
How do you swing the bat,
and seeking new horizons
does not sound like a plan?
I will explain
how I tell the tale,
as soon as I'm able
to board the nearest train.
I will explain,
right down to details:
why is it that my shoes
are on the wrong way?
Allow me to explain
how I tell the tale,
as soon as I'm able
to board the nearest train.
I will explain,
right down to details:
why is it that my shoes
are on the wrong way?
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3. |
Replay
03:45
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Back to your senses in the morning light,
you’ll think we’re crazy. You will hold my hand,
and say –No baby,
I’m getting tired.
But if you don’t scout this place and find
another lover, you will fool your mind.
I do neglect this.
I never denied it.
And by and by,
this song replays.
And I say –Hi.
And you say –Hey.
Then, it's goodbye;
you watch me sail away,
never reside
with others.
From my travels there are many tales
full of wonders, like the next ones there
still waiting
to be unraveled.
I'm back all over town. I climbed the Parthenon.
I'm searching up and down for Agamemnon.
The night has fallen
and I haven’t found him.
Then, on the way,
I seek your reply.
And I say –Hey.
And you say –Hi.
Then, I sail away,
and it's goodbye.
But I’ll never remain (I solemnly swear)
with others.
And as clear as I can see
my life in the open seas,
I see you awaiting seeds
to plant your grounds.
Longing and running out…
Longing and running out…
Longing and running out…
…in the long run.
Cuz, along the way
I seek your reply.
And I say –Hey.
And you say –Hi.
Then, I sail away,
and it's goodbye.
Cuz, I always I remain
with no one.
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4. |
Clovers
02:51
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Dont call them that; they're not flowers.
Us travelers call them clovers.
And they bring me up,
they bring me down.
I can't tell you
how.
Many little moths revolved 'round my fire,
and every detail remains in my closet.
Yes, taking me low,
taking me high.
I can't tell you
why.
Just stay awake.
I guess we can talk about it now.
And say again
you are gonna keep me forever
safe,
even when I'm wrong.
52 Weekends ago we just started.
I go, then you go; I go and you go hiding.
Well if this will work,
I'll realize it
talking to your parents.
Let's stay awake.
I guess we can talk about it now.
And say again
you are gonna keep forever
safe,
even when I'm wrong.
Let's just stay awake.
I guess we should talk about it now.
And say again
you are gonna keep me forever and ever
safe,
even when I'm wrong.
Safe,
even when I'm wrong.
Safe
even when I'm wrong.
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5. |
Ghost Light
02:43
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Showtime,
curtain call and
fifteen minutes,
still unknown.
Strip and shake it
for an audience too
intoxicated
to drive a mind.
I've turned into a ghost,
no longer here,
singing voiceless words
into deaf ears.
Could someone shine a light?
Come check if I'm alive.
A brand new sun
is out to shine now,
so accesible,
so adorable.
In a blaze
that makes him nauseous,
he glows despicable,
and despotic.
I’ll just go up in smoke
where no one sees,
playing soundless notes
into deaf ears.
Could someone shine a light?
I've turned into a ghost
no longer here,
singing voiceless words
into deaf ears.
Could someone shine a light?
Come check if I'm alive.
I’ll just go up in smoke
where no one sees.
Playing soundless notes
into deaf ears.
Could someone shine a light?
Come check if I'm alive.
Shove me. Call me names.
I just want to be felt.
I've turned into a ghost,
no longer here,
singing voiceless words
into deaf ears.
Could someone shine a light?
Come check if I'm alive.
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6. |
Tedious Ramblings
03:23
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You’re getting older.
You’re getting older.
The doors are getting higher.
The knobs are getting tighter.
You accept there’re many things that you
won’t get to see.
Your whole world is shrinking with you,
becoming trivial like you.
There’s a brand new world, and you are
not a part of it.
But one pillar is always standing.
One story is neverending.
Tis’ the most eternal maxim,
more than death and more than taxes.
One pillar is always standing.
One story's neverending.
Tis’ the most eternal maxim,
more than death and more than taxes.
That they’re never ever gonna
stop the tedious ramblings.
Of these tedious ramblings, we will
never see the end.
That they’re never ever gonna
stop the tedious ramblings.
Of these tedious ramblings, we will
never see the end.
Boys will call each other names,
increasingly more nasty.
And gossipy girls will,
in fact,
complain [that] others are talking
behind their backs.
And they’re never ever gonna stop.
Parents will be strict about their
children’s eating habits.
And say —You will eat all your greens.
Then, smoke a cigar
with their pork rinds and beer.
And they’re never ever gonna stop.
And wives will complain
that they’re being unattended,
and over-protected,
and skinny, and fat,
and pregnant, and not.
And husbands?
Every thing they ask for,
they’ll never give up.
And they’re never ever gonna stop.
The bosses will talk like, in
fact, they are superior.
The haves will exploit the have
nots, they cry,
then may become rich
and exploit everyone.
And they’re never ever gonna stop.
And people will always complain of their
leaders’ corruption,
while they cut in line, run the red lights,
litter the street, pirate online,
make up a lawsuit, don’t participate in the process
of democracy,
and cheat on their taxes.
And they’re never ever gonna
stop the tedious ramblings.
Of these tedious ramblings,
we will never see the end.
You’re getting
older.
I'm getting
older,
And of these tedious ramblings,
I will never ever see
the end.
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7. |
Not Going There
02:56
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Insane I go again,
I know now is next morning,
but I keep thinking I’m doing something wrong.
If you can call my name
in ways I’ve never heard of,
how can I stay oblivious?
I keep leaving and returning to your arms.
Still, I know what you’ll do to my heart.
For not going there I’m going too fast.
For not going there…
Inside of you again,
I know I’ll see you next Friday,
cuz you keep saying
I’m doing it so right.
If you run through my maze
in record time with eyes closed,
why can we not
have fireworks?
I keep leaving and returning to your arms.
Still, I know what you'll do to my heart.
For not going there I’m going too fast.
For not going there…
I keep leaving and returning to your arms.
Still, I know what you’ll do to my heart.
For not going there I’m going too fast.
For not going there I’m going too fast.
For not going…
here I…
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8. |
Cat Catching Fireflies
02:21
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At Sundown
there's no way [of] telling where things will go.
There's only the necessary elusive
light.
And then some
mysterious forces moving the parts.
Even though they're obscure, we keep calling them
light.
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9. |
This Iridescent Virus
03:09
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Pretending to be someone else
in order to be liked,
and being good at it,
one day you look in the mirror
and not find you.
I've created
a monster.
He's a lie.
He's a liar.
Please, do nothing
to invoke him.
He is golden
like a cornfield.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side.
I'm reflected.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side;
it deflects all.
This iridescent
virus
is a lie.
He's a liar.
Glowing in the dark
conscience.
Father of self-distructive
inventers.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side.
I'm reflected.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side;
it deflects all.
With just one look,
one smile,
I slipped, I fell, I was
swept and I cascaded.
With just one turn,
one spark…
I can't stop
him now.
This iridescent
virus
is a lie.
He's a liar.
Growing on us
like fungus.
He is so silky,
like a spiderweb.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side.
I'm reflected.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side;
it deflects all.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side.
I'm reflected.
The mirror crack'd
from side to side.
"The curse is come upon me."
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10. |
The Coy & The Candid
01:52
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If you don't mind
a little interview…
[I] wish not to pry, just to know
what to make of you.
Feel free, to be coy
or candid.
Are you, by any chance,
left handed?
Ambidextrous!
That's all
I wanted to hear.
That I find myself
in company
of someone that both sides
could be reaching at ease.
If you please…
pretty, please…
I need a little
clarifying.
Are you a carnivour or
vegetarian?
Omnivorous!
That's all
I wanted to hear.
Well, it is
such a wonderful trait
to be able to eat
anything on your plate.
Just one thing…
one little thing…
I promise
this is my last question.
Would you say you're a dog
or cat person?
Nah!
Oh, honey,
no, oh!
That said it all.
There is no need
to say a word.
It appears I have found
a bipartisan lover
running around
in this lonely corner.
That's all
I wanted to hear.
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11. |
Losing Grace
04:04
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Tell me the joke
of the scorpion and the frog
that you're always glad to tell.
Buy with me the work
of so many men in these objects,
cuz they're always glad to sell.
Take me to that place
where even the worst is good,
cuz if there is you,
my world won't be so blue.
Do it now that Grace is hanging out
with Faith.
But I keep falling in this feeling,
after my feet reach the ceiling,
I may fly
or I'll jump.
I keep fighting to be firm,
but in this place I only see
that I just
can't see the sun…
again.
You say
—Dance with some refugees.
Give all you can,
and she will appear so clear.
And don't forget to teach and learn.
And try eating corn
in its many seasonings.
And fight to be the champion
of some worthy cause.
And if there's a voice,
well, make it into a song.
Do it now that Grace is traveling 'round
the world.
But I keep falling in this feeling,
after my feet reach the ceiling,
I may fly
or I'll jump.
I keep fighting to be firm,
but in this place I only see
that I just
can't see the sun.
And if the sky is the floor,
where is Grace, my lord?
I lost her again.
And if the sky is the floor,
where is Grace? My god,
I lost her…
again.
Lift me now that Grace is talking about
love.
I keep falling in this feeling,
after my feet reach the ceiling,
I may fly
or I'll jump.
I keep fighting to be firm,
but in this place I only see
that I just
can't see the sun.
And if the sky is the floor,
where is grace, my lord?
I lost her again.
And if the sky is the floor
where is Grace? My god,
I lost her.
And when the sky hits the floor,
where in Hell is Grace?
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12. |
Composure Remains
03:52
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As composure remains,
let'em climb, let'em drape.
Let'em slither and coil.
Breath undisturbed
on the soil.
As composure remains,
let'em crawl up and sting.
Let'em flutter on your skin.
Breath undisturbed
through the wind.
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Lenino New York, New York
Lenino is a musical storyteller, writer, inventor and art-scientist.
Lenino es un canta-cuentos, dramaturgo, inventor de arte & ciencia.
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