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Road Trip
03:48
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Road Trip
Beloved children,
We are gathered to lay rest
The aches and pains of the past
Lay your heavy heart in my hands
As above, so below
A candied violet in the snow
Children, dear children
Join me in forgetting
Something like love
As below, so above
Road trip, I’m going on a road trip
Try a backflip and keep your own time
Sensation
Yeah you’re a sensation
The best kind, when it’s all in your mind
Slip on the lion’s skin and take some action
Don’t think about losing traction
Road trip, you’re going on a road trip
Do a backflip and keep your own time
We might picnic on the side of the road
Make a pit stop anywhere you wanna go
Anywhere you wanna go
Take our chances as we ride
Tell Saint Christopher I want him on my side
Are you on my side
Traffic, so long traffic
Panic, so long
Cinematic days and nights
The greatest show
When you’re on the road
When you’re on the road
We’ll go so far that they run out of signs
We’ll go so far that they run out of telephone line
So far that they run of highway
Out of pavement, only sky way
Road trip, we’re going on a road trip
When you heart skip you keep your own time
Road trip, we’re going on a road trip
When you heart skip you keep your own time
Keep your own time
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Lucid Dreaming
03:45
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Lucid Dreaming
Roll down the windows
We’re lucid dreaming
And every road sign holds a double meaning
Breaking the looking glass
And all the shards of the past
Sun’s going down in my rearview mirror
Moon up ahead is becoming clearer
Waiting for that green flash
Baby’s gonna go fast
Oh dear I, just want it to last
A little longer
Oh dear I, just want it to last
’fore I wander
I hold the spotlight with my high beams
Igniting the highway of forgotten dreams
The road is the final stage
That rolls into the space age
Oh dear I, just want it to last
A little longer
Oh dear I, just want it to last
’fore I wander
Oh dear I, just want it to last
Oh dear I, just want it to last
A little longer
A little longer
A little longer
Suspend me, suspend me, suspend me…
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Julien
04:43
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Julien
The end was coming
Everyone knew
Said their goodbyes, their farewells and adieus
Some took to highways
Some took to hills
Some took cyanide, and other strange pills
Crimes were committed
Corks had been popped
Last dances, last suppers
It couldn’t be stopped
It couldn’t be stopped
And all the drugs had been copped
All the politicians had a last plan
Of course they couldn’t agree on
The fate of the land
And they scrapped and they scrambled
Like the curs that they are
Off to their shelters
Or their rockets to stars
And as for me, well I
I hadn’t a clue
Thought I’d stick around
To free the animals from the zoo
Then Julien
Under my staircase
You waited for me
If I would come in or come out
You would see me
Julien, Julien
Meet me at the end
The end of the world
Julien
Smelled like a ghost
Left no footprints
As if he could float
You understood me
Though we’d never met
Said you’d be good to me
And I should let you
Undo the rain
Then everything sang
You had an affliction
But I didn’t care
Then you kissed me
And tugged on my hair
Julien in your moth-eaten coat
Inhaling the stars
We lay down
In your empty boat
Julien, Julien
Meet me at the end
The end of the world
Meet me at the end
Meet me at the end
Meet me at the end of the world
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Once Beautiful Twice Removed
Once beautiful, twice removed
No one left to fool
Shake your limbs
Keep your cool
You’re the girl, twice removed
Watch the cracks
Disassociate
Trace the lines of luck and fate
While some loves profess to be
They will soon pass on
Like a storm to sea
It’s just a shell
You always knew it
You played the part
So little to it
Before the world
You played the girl
And now you’re the girl
Twice removed
Soon thrice removed
How nice removed
In paradise you move
Where only the trees can see
And finally
They let you be
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Elegance To Forgetting
04:08
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Elegance to Forgetting
Another corner cafe
Where life and death had it out
And we found out
It was no longer child’s play
But the time was spent
And so it went
More than once I did something shameful
More than once I did something wrong
More than once I said something awful
Oh man, it’s hard to be wrong
Left to my own devices
I won’t sit stranded on the road
I can change a flat
Give myself a ride
To the other side
And now look at the bodies
Mine too, lays on the pyre
We take turns playing with matches
We take turns being thrown on the fire
There’s an elegance to forgetting
Turn it into dance and smile
There’s an elegance to forgetting
Just unlearn the dance and freestyle
More than once I did something shameful
More than once I did something wrong
More than once I said something awful
Oh man, it hurts to be wrong
And now look at the bodies
Mine too, lays on the pyre
We take turns playing with matches
We take turns being thrown on the fire
There’s an elegance to forgetting
Turn it into dance and smile
There’s an elegance to forgetting
Just unlearn the dance and freestyle
Freestyle, freestyle
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6. |
Gone South
04:53
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Gone South
We ought to be openin’ a bottle of wine
And someone should be whispering my you’re fine
But you took a walk and you still ain’t back
I’m wishing I was drunk like some old alley cat
You’re with the girl, with the yellow dress on
Now the sun’s bowed out as her hair comes undone
Love’s on a picnic
But I wasn’t invited
Something’s gone wrong
And something else is ignited
And now I just watch from afar
Love’s on sabbatical like some distant star
Especially when things have gone south
Why did I open my mouth
Why did I open my mouth
And we should be finishing each other’s sentences
Like a drug kicking in and you’re hitting transcendences
I smoke in the dark and you still ain’t back
I draw the last soldier from this empty pack
Now I just watch from afar
Love’s on sabbatical like some distant star
Especially when things have gone south
Why did I open my mouth
Why did I open my mouth
I should spread out a Persian rug
We should be digging, instead of dug
Said, I should have spread out a Persian rug
If only I had me a Persian rug
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7. |
We'll Get There Yet
04:13
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We’ll Get There Yet
Show me a beautiful design
So I might lose myself
And in the losing find
This world pretends to matter
How dare they bring us down
I want no one around but you
And these swirling colors
The paint still wet
Oh my love, we’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
Below the boughs and mizzle
Entwined
Sharing our hiding places
Every clock unwinds
Reaching beyond the canvas
Beyond the boundaries
In memory of stars we knew
These swirling colors
The paint still wet
Oh my love, we’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
When autumn leaves below our feet
Sweep cool ground
The colors bleed, day recedes
Stars have crowned
Inside the hulls are patterns to believe in
So pay no mind to forest birds
It’s their nature, to be grieving
I want to paint like you do
With every color’s sound
I want no one around but you
Like undressed lovers
The earth still wet
Oh my love, we’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
Like undressed lovers
The earth still wet
Oh my love, we’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
We’ll get there yet
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8. |
Crows Over Cornfields
04:34
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Crows Over Cornfields
Crows over cornfields
Dry summer wind
Every road’s a dead end
Crows over cornfields
Where are my friends
Guess I chased ’em away again
But I raise this glass to say hey to them
Sipping licorice
Hole up in my room by the stadium
Get it over with
The ones I see
Don’t see me
Every face is turned away
I wanted too much
I wanted visions I could touch
A world of innocence and grace
Crows over cornfields
Getting shit done
Feeling much better today
Crows over cornfields
The trance has begun
I can handle the vibrations this way
But when they break through
They make everything come apart
I need a stronger frame
To restrain my heart
The yellow light
Brings the darkness into sight
That fills the air to the starry sky
By the little fire
The streetcar finally meets desire
And all the birds have flown away
I guess today’s the day
Give me courage Lord
Guide my hand
Prepare me a place
In this thirsty land
At last, escape
Changing color, changing shape
Take me in and keep me tight
And in their beds
The sunflowers slowly spin their heads
To catch each ray of the leaving light
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9. |
Alone In The Desert
03:43
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Alone in the Desert
Alone in the desert
Alone in the desert
All alone
Alone in the desert
Alone in the desert
All alone
Coyote has died
Flung to the side of the road
Hear him moan
Hear him moan
All alone
Bones in the desert
Bones in the desert
Found some bones
White bones in the desert
Bones in the desert
Found some bones
They spoke to me low
Arose from their barren tableaux
Still unknown
Still unknown
All alone
Snakeskin you’ve shed
Once again it led you off-road
Can’t be collected
Windblown, neglected
Just let it
Just let it erode
Stones in the desert
Stones in the desert
Struck stones
Stones in the desert
Struck stones in the desert
Struck stones
It turned into fire
Outreaching arms in the gloam
Now I’m home
Now I’m home
All alone
Home
All alone
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10. |
Let It Spin Out
04:47
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Let it Spin Out
I’m giving up my phone
Same familiar
Let the flagpole groan
This winter is a killer
He’s clutching damp letters
In the spastic floodlight
Better to be alone
Than indulging this shortsight
I’m giving up my home
There’s breathing at the dial tone
There’s breathing at the dial tone
Never should have tried on mama’s veil of tears
Leave it to the moths and the cruelest years
It’s caught up in your knots and snarls
Like it’s got teeth
Easier to wear the thing than tame the beast
I’m giving up my phone
Same familiar
She shudders as she moans
You can’t protect her
Soon the line goes dark
Unbind the fasces
A smattering of numbers
Ten thousand lashes
I’m giving up my phone
Dead end at the dial tone
Dead end at the dial tone
Sleep training cosmonauts
Confessing in morse code
Last one standing carries the load
Baking with feathers, rising slow
Crawling through calendars
Cracking your head on the window
And just like that
Undone the gamut
A friendly maniac
Shining the light back
Snip the tipping point
Withhold the ointment
Back to what’s the point
Shining the light back, light back, light back
Let it spin out, let it spin out
Let it spin out, let it spin out
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11. |
Like Family
04:42
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Like Family
Now that I’ve lived, I’m old friends with loss
Even Jesus himself, outlasted the cross
Jukebox spinning blues
’bout love gone wrong
Where the blue-plate Christmas special
Lasts all weekend long
Cause nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Can break your heart
Like family
I don’t waste wishes on dollar bills
Just blowing on a pinwheel
To overcome windmills
No matter how beautiful
The sun burst as it sets
No matter how fine the bottle
You still can’t forget
That nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Can break your heart
Like family
Keep driving, keep driving
No sleeping the madness
No halting the pain
No words for this sadness
No break in the chain
Life takes on a sickness
It’s too grim to repeat
Even if you’re a winner
It still tastes like defeat
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Can break your heart
Like family
Keep driving, keep driving
Driving
Driving
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12. |
Pack These Boxes
03:17
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Pack These Boxes
Watch this tub water funnel down the drain
And sit here shivering
Guess I’ll pack these boxes again
This cup of tea won’t drink itself
Ain’t doing the trick to soothe me
I don’t wanna know what’s next
I don’t wanna know what’s next
The secret’s out, we’re treading subtext
I walked through the village today
Past the club where I once played chess
Scowling in a storefront doorway
A woman smoked in coatdress
On a card table by the window
A stuffed pony with button eyes
Riding shotgun a cloudy glass ball
Had been set aside
Come in for a reading
I can see that you’ve been lost
You’ve got to be prepared
Get your curse uncrossed
Could she tell that I was bleeding
By my studied blank stare
If she was a real witch
She should know I didn’t care
I don’t wanna know what’s next
I don’t wanna know what’s next
The secret’s out, we’re treading subtext
I went to feed the feral cats
Rearranged these papers
Tossed out a rotting flannel hat
My hand hurts from scrolling
And a freezing wind is rolling
Guess I’ll pack these boxes again
Guess I’ll pack these boxes again
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Elysian Fields New York
Jennifer Charles and Oren Bloedow are the writers who make up the critically acclaimed New York band. Cult status, cosmic appeal, since 1995
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