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Northwood Orbital
02:29
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Over field and forest we roll
beneath the ivory coloured sky
when the cold winds blow
I think you'd better run away with me
cuz when the day is done
all the Vampyres drain yr CON
and though yr pain is gone
yr pleasure is permanent
and if you linger on
I think you're gonna break the makers song
he'll need his Golden Pawn
to play in the tournament
Though you might be laughing now
I think yr gonna be my girl
You might think that our love is not worth buying
but if your think yr pretty smart
it's gonna break yr little heart
when I'm up there and you're below me crying
Under hill and mountain we crawl
with the darkness in our eyes
with the falling snow
I think you'd better come away with me
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2. |
Silver Rocket
03:14
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A packet of licorice in my pocket
(turn yrself around)
We’re gonna fly to the moon on a silver rocket
(turn yrself around)
You know you wanna be the one to follow
The Sun
Silas & Sylvia were in their backyard
He was fixing the effs on her bum report card
You know you wanna be the one to follow
The Sun
We’re going to the Moon x 3
Today!
Made from a trashcan, he’d painted it Silver
But it was so prettified that it nearly killed her
You know you wanna be the one to follow
The Sun
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3. |
Fat Little Brain
02:00
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Well ain’t you very unicorn
When Oberon is on yr radio
And the light gets compromised
‘Til diamond sweat is curdling on yr
Fat little brain
Fat little brain
Pouring crazy light magnetic pulses
In all directions
You told me not to think in pictures
Black and white while the night was
Around our bed
But our thoughts are innocent
And guilt is just a ring-a-ling in yr
Fat little brain
Fat little brain
Pouring crazy light magnetic pulses
In all directions
“The rude sea grew civil at her song
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid’s music”
I tried so many things,
I guess I tried them all
And nothing seemed to fit
Now I’ve seen the worst of it
And all this shit is melting from my
Fat little brain
Fat little brain
Pouring crazy light magnetic pulses
In all directions
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4. |
Croak of the Lock
03:28
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Hark! To the croak of the lock
The cream on the clock
How we’ve all been wasted a while
Hail! O Queen of Yesterday’s Gone!
Calendar’s child!
(My wolf in the wailing Western Wind)
Hope? I don't have a hope
Like a dope-on-a-rope
When I see thru skeleton eyes
Look to the future when it arrives
Try and feign surprise
(How well I've walked these worlds of confusion)
Are you coming up? I’ll be there, waiting for you at the station
Have a sip from a Golden cup
On a one-way trip through our own imagination
Ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling me on yr telephone
Sing it to me like a told you when I said “I want to be a bird”
I’ll say hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!
O! My shadow, so tall! Eclipse o’er the wall!
How I love yr terminal mind!
Lean and askance as casual glances
Form connecting lines
(Much too nobly cast for a jealous regard)
Here I come again, Ma!
I’m gonna drift into the sand before I’m deadly!
Kick the bombs and light the tyres
Sign my shroud and put me back to bed,
Ali! I’m sleeping!
I had a little nightmare that my room was spinning faster
Than the coruscating digits of a rotary-motor telephone
But Rama didn’t want me in his armchair Mama
So I dried my eyes and faced my fears alone.
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5. |
Keeper of the People Zoo
02:40
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Keeper of the People Zoo
The whole wild world is watching you
Slip the net, your superspy
The whole wild world is in yr eye
Tonight
But still you dream, and the slide whistles gather
Baby, what’s the matter now?
O steal the scene, and let’s climb past the ladders
Right thru the tattered clouds!
Seeker of the shimmering
The whole wild world will hear you sing
Steal her heart and drift away
The whole wild world will hear you say
Tonight…
At the drive in screen
That’s where I met you,
It’s time to take yr bow
Keeper of the people zoo...
The whole wild world will hear you cry tonight!
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6. |
Tax Murderer
01:54
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It’s synaesthesia when she glows
She’s a Tax Murderer!
She’s spouting poison prose
And everybody knows
She’s coming over in a rubber dress
With her hair piled up in a mess
Baby bumble-beetle battle
But you know you’d better love
Yr dandelion!
She fits me like a glove
She’s a Ghost Conqueror
I think it could be love
That turns the motherfucking wheels of magic
But everybody’s gonna need someone
Who’ll give them shelter from the sun
Baby bumble-beetle battle
But you know you’d better love
Yr dandelion!
Program a new flight plan baby, alright?
Get yr wings buzzing in the wind
We’re going up to the garden
And make nectar all night!
Shit!
She’s Venus in reverse
What a Gene Splicer
I think it could be worse
I think it could be nicer
But everybody’s gonna need someone
Who’ll give them shelter from the sun
Baby bumble-beetle battle
But you know you’d better love
Yr dandelion!
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7. |
Belladonna
03:20
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Take the rocket ship
Straight up to Bitterbridge
Where the atmosphere is clearer to the hearer
The bad news travels light they say
But it’s a balm to the bourgeoisie
And how they love to steal the show
Well I don’t own you, and I can see
That there’s nothing in yr heart for me
But lies and little truths that make it difficult to be
I don’t owe you anything
And I could never be yr King
With these Poison Princes echoing
The promises I sing
How they love you, Belladonna
They all wanna to be yr man
But yr heart is blacker than yr eyes are grey
Do they understand?
Oh they love to love you baby
They wanna take you out tonight
But you push them away while you pull me in
Won’t you see the light?
Catch the milky tide
Straight across the city’s side
You’re looking sickly dressed
So strictly pale
Burn another cigarette to the end
Find yourself a friend
And break his heart
To see him cry
I knew if it were you what would you do
And ah, if it were me,
Who would I be?
I love you, Belladonna
Yeah, I really wanna be yr man
But yr heart is blacker than yr eyes are grey
Do you understand?
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8. |
Lemon Sails
02:22
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Kind Speckled Fritillary
Mystic, random
Coda lamplight
To our new mental lore
Lemon sailing
Strangers to our shore
Snakes and ladders
Nothing matters
I wish that you could be here
But they wouldn’t set you free here
If you came
If you try to find it
You’ll just sail blindly by it
Crystal headlands hold the way
Old magic, but I know it’s here to stay.
In time the reality fogs
Are gonna catch up to the
Secret pretenders
And you who’ve so carelessly tiptoed
One day we’ll meet as friends
You’ll see
Clear blue waters,
How they love my daughters
I wish that you could be here
But they wouldn’t set you free here if you came
And if you try to find it
You will sail blindly by it
Crytstal headlands hold the way
Old magic,
But i know it’s here to stay.
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9. |
Peaceful Stallions
01:17
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Take my hand and fly away with me
Beyond the dotted line
We took too much, but that was yesterday
And still, what’s yours is mine
Come skip with me through elfin climates
Where the peaceful stallions roam
Let’s trace our past beyond the primates
Where the Hobbits go
In the late night, mental picture creature show.
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10. |
Antient AE
02:40
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Sunlight, the wind is in my hair
And a horse beneath my bum
As I draw my blade!
Let the sun and the wind and the rain and shadow
Alight upon my door
Come and make me happy!
You can talk, you can squawk, you can balk if you want to
But I think I’m doing fine
I think I’m doing better than you!
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11. |
Baby Star
03:16
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High, high
Their watchful waiting eyes
Whisper that you’ve gone astray
Terse, terse
For constellated verse
Viscous angled tesserae
Would you find, find the rest of me?
I’ve been waiting ‘round yr door
And it’s high time you rescued me
Mystical baby star
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12. |
Hammer and Bow
02:34
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Sing out loud,
With your head in a cloud
March along
With your heart in a
Sha na na na na na na
Dance right into the sun
We’re all ready to run
So you’d better begin
Turn your backs to the wind
See the Great, Secret Show.
It’s played with a hammer and bow
Time to bury yr kin!
Suck on Whisky or Gin!
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13. |
Tinfoil
01:25
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I’m tired and I’m wired
Scarred and unbroken
With a look on my face
Like a mask of confusion
Little mini-inny-Annie-o
Had a little baby boy
I could talk to
I’m a limited man
And I need conversation
I need some distraction
A permanent vacation
Little mini-inny-Annie-o
And her little baby boy
Play the game of
Tinfoil, tinfoil
Where do I go?
I feel like I’m drowning
In a well of sorrow
Sorrow, tinfoil
Take me away
Take me to anywhere
Where I can play
In the ashes
Of empire.
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14. |
Lookaway
03:03
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We’re lost out in space
And supper is waiting
Look away
You’re so tired and so fucked up
There’s no use complaining
Look away
You’ll feel differently when you realize
That growing up is hard.
We’re caught in a craze of continual craving
Look away
We’re caught up in something that quite defies naming
Look away
You’ll think differently when you realize
That God is not
To blame.
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The Great Speckled Fritillary Vancouver, British Columbia
The lovely butterfly-dragons of Sona-Nyl are insectoid creatures with beautifully-patterned wings, insect-like legs and long, curved necks and tails. These creatures feed solely on nectar, fragrant odours and silence. If threatened, a butterfly-dragon responds by emitting a rose-coloured mist from glands along the sides of its body. Anyone inhaling or even touching this mist goes deaf. ... more
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