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Subdivision
01:13
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Oh what a beautiful homogenous life we live
I wanna stay in my subdivision
Thank god for the neighborhood watch
And we’re praying for the cops
Cuz freedom isn’t free
And we love homogeny
Oh what a beautiful homogenous life we live
I wanna stay in my subdivision
I’m calling the cops cuz I don’t like your lawn
Don’t wanna hear no protest songs
But don't matter much to me
Cuz i’m not gonna leave my gated community
Oh what a beautiful homogenous life we live
I wanna stay in my fucking Fenton
Can you feel the pulse of a city on fire
On your way to the arms supplier
Oh what’s empathy? What’s a human being?
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2. |
TVs in the Orchard
03:01
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TV’s in the orchard Out on the astral plane
He’s fielding all my queries in alternative terrain
And he’s already met his maker and atoned for all his sins
And he’s prowling in the alley to Mr. Big’s chagrin
TV’s in my telephone but that’s besides the point
He’s queuing up tutorials on rolling seaweed joints
And he converses rather slowly as he settles his accounts
Eating bread and butter with a generous rhinestone trout
TV’s in my aerospace his heart is beating fast
As he swallows all his syllables with incoherent class
Oh TV’s in the Orchard
And he woke up today as mayor of an experimental town
With silky little tenants in experimental gowns
And he’s a charismatic leader on a leaky leaning yacht
Setting course for Sweden with his crew of purple dots
TV’s in the ether and he’s bursting at the seams
I wonder if the neighborhood will recognize his screams
And he’s a very vocal critic of being locked outside your house
And he speaks in different voices yet he’s mild deep within
Oh TV’s in the Orchard
TV’s in my stereo
He’s playing G.I. Joes
TV’s gone mad
TV’s insane
Oh TV’s in the Orchard
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Delivery Boy
01:40
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I am just a delivery boy I stay out late and I play with toys
But early morn i’m up n about I sip my cup and I plan my route
But I’m alone how could it be I wish someone would notice me
I’m ready to share I’m ready to fall through your window
Oh it’s OK to change your plans
You know what they say is true
The lonely notes of a lost delivery boy
Could you love a delivery boy from a simple town in Illinois?
I can dream of a faraway land where you and I can make amends
But I was born with a lonely sinking heart I get out of bed and I play a part
Dream again the days go by It’s hard to live It’s hard to die
A beat-up little dustbin in the warehouse of my heart
I don’t really work here I’m just a delivery boy
I’ve got your box I’m on the pier
And I keep waiting but no ones here
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4. |
I Surrender
02:14
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I Surrender to this pit of despair
Oh which way is up
I’m trying to find out which way is up
Out of this pit of despair
Down in this pit of despair
Where are my walls down in this pit
I can see for miles
A vast expanse of sorrow and pain
I Surrender to this pit of despair
I’ll swim my way out on my tears
I’ll swim my way out of this pit of despair
I’ll fill it up
This pit of despair
Take me to your calling
Take me to do your bidding
Just lift me out of this pit of despair
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5. |
Plenty of Garbage
01:57
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Come and take a step with me
Thru my door and onto the street
I know you’ve had it but you just gotta see
All these things that you wouldn’t believe
Gigantic piles of broken glass and old credit cards
A cream filled something from the grocery store that’s gone too far
There’s plenty of garbage
Oh the splendor of the 20th ward
Pringles cans and the rotten ignored
A Massive box from a big screen Oh
And mutilated jellyrolls
A burned out car on a grassy knoll
Some tempurpedics in the fold
A grapefruit spoon in a pile of shit
You name it we got it
There’s plenty of garbage
So you don’t have to throw my heart away
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6. |
Q+A at Disneyland
01:34
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Welcome to the 66th annual Q+A at Disneyland -
A public forum designed to keep you up to date on all our important business
Heard about you in ‘42 - wonder if what they say is true
Heard about your new excuse and all the things your father did
I heard Walters back at home I heard you played where Nazis roam
It’s a gas and your welcome to Pick our brains and eat our food
Well I’m walking around Humming a tune
Hoping I run into you
At the Q+A at Disneyland
“Where’s Walter’s head these days? And do you have any live music events coming up?”
Well it’s too soon to wash our hands The kids are dying to see some bands
We’ve got the best show in town Critics say it’s world renowned
The kinda music that makes you dance Kinda music put you in a trance
Lights flashing on the marquee board for a screaming crowd of young and old
Hope you make it to the show
All the kids know you gotta go
To see Donald Duck on the Casio
Someone whispered Semper Fi We’ve been at it since ‘55
You know we have secrets too but we’ll always wave you thru
Someone whispered Semper Fi We’ve been going strong since ‘55
The Q+A at Disneyland
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7. |
Green Walled Laughter
02:06
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In the soft tall pasture - green walled laughter
If you’re hurting, there’s shelter here
Green walled laughter
Take a sec and hear the sweet singing bells of always
In the tall soft pasture - green walled laughter
If you’re hurting, you can stand right here
Green walled laughter
Take a sec to wander off the clock onto something else
Time marches on - Feeding, Screaming
The days slip by
But there’s shelter here
In these green walls
In this sacred place
On this placid hill
You can be here
In the soft tall pasture - green walled laughter
If you’re hurting, take shelter in me
Green walled laughter
Take a sec to slip a sip of an arcane evening moment
In the tall soft pasture - green walled laughter
If you’re lonesome, just stay
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8. |
Downtown Bushes
01:43
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I’m headin downtown Oh Yea
I’m headin to check out the bushes downtown
My brain is stuck in flowing swells
It must be nice to be doing so well
Flesh is weak and spirit is broke
But I know just the right place to go
I’m headin downtown
I’m headin to check out the bushes downtown
Telephones ringin as secretaries glare
Into the bushes downtown
I dont feel happy but I’ll give it a stab
I’m takin a walk down to Wash Ave
I hate these people and I’m in a bad mood
But I don’t really know what else to do
I’m headin downtown
I’m headin to check out the bushes downtown
Crumpled up paper Kids signing waivers
Signed Sealed Delivered Downtown
I’m handing out favors I’m shuffling papers
Mom and Dad are so Proud
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9. |
Send Me a Butterfly
02:05
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Oh since you had to leave
Oh would you please
Send me a Butterfly
To take me away
Won’t you send me a butterfly
To tuck me into bed
Flap its wings to dry my tears
And help me to forget
Will someone heed my call
It wouldnt hurt you if you please
Send me a Butterfly
I could use some company
The tears won’t stop
Since you turned away
So send my little toy heart
On a fake holiday
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10. |
Autumnal
02:10
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****Leaves****
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11. |
Stormy Mornings
03:33
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I’m saving all my songs for a sunny day
When there’s no reason to brood
With you beside
Under the window until you go
Under the window I’ll be lyin here
Waiting for one more stormy morning come true
The sweet mist inside
when you’re lying near on a stormy morn
I couldn’t feel evil today
Under the window until you go
Under the window I’ll be lyin here
Waiting for one more stormy morning come true
When the morning comes to tell us
“I won’t even feel jealous
When the rain starts to pull your string”
We won’t even need to breathe
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