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Zoobirds
02:58
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I live in a town where the ghosts can touch you, but they won't touch you
I live in a town where the ghosts can hear you, but they won't speak to you
Sometimes I paralyze myself
When I look in the glass and see my face
Out there is a dog with a toothache, howling at the fake plastic moon
Out there is a dog, and he smiles like Jesus but he won't tell no truth
Sometimes I fantasize about
Running into the glass until it breaks
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To a Spider
03:13
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In fables and fiction and old superstition they are not so kind to your name
While folks try to prove you are evil, in truth you are never as bad as they claim
Keep your corner, I won't make you leave
Be proud of this castle that you weave
If I shake your bed, forgive me please
Perceiving no malice, recede to your palace and wrap up the bugs that you bring
And when you have passed from your home on the glass, I will gather your dust and your string
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Tiger Tattoo
06:27
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Hello, friend I've never met
Who comes to me at summer's edge
And with your mouth agape you give a grin
From inside my own blood and my own skin
Looking on with handsome grace
You talk to me about your day
Keep smiling while you eat up all the light
I'll take me with you anywhere you like
Let's show them all your teeth
And the flower that you rest on
Of all my favorite pains
We'll tell them you're the best one
Hello, friend I've never met
Who comes to me at summer's edge
Whose mystery shape was fear 'til you arrived
Then I looked down, and there you were, alive
Hello friend I've never met
You're with me now until my death
Keep smiling while you drink up all the light
I'll take you with me anywhere you like
Let's show them all your teeth
And the flower that you rest on
Of all my favorite pains
We'll tell them you're the best one
Stay on my knee young friend
And bless the ground we walk on
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Lucky Friends
05:03
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Broken glass out on the pavement where the argument had been
You should leave me where you find me, tread behind me
Save your skin
Yeah some people overcast you, push right past you in the street
You should leave them as you found them, tread around them
Save your feet
Lucky friends who never break their bones
Who live in proper homes
They put me right to sleep
Other kinds with dirty fingernails
Sleeping out on the trails
Those friends I want to keep
Tuesday's news spread on the table
Just like breakfast cold and bare
You should leave it as you laid it, try to brave it
save your hair
I never had a problem keeping out of danger
Westward facing windows, they put me right to sleep but
Waking up at sunrise, stepping through the tall grass
Better days are coming
Those friends I want to keep, ah
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Working on Feeling
02:10
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I thought I'd come to town
And see you while I had the chance
I couldn't peg you down
I think I know what you were doing
And then the lamps were coming on
I had to leave before the rain took over
Thinking lately,
working on feeling better and better about it
I've got such good friends and I'm feeling better and better about it
Don't get turned off working on feeling
Working on
Just working on feeling
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Making Up Monsters
05:04
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Oh, you
You have had such a time making friends with the world
Oh, friends— or so you believe—
With open hearts and open hands
These hands, they will carry you across
Across the ocean while you swim
Oh, swim, swim against, against the tides
But you will find that you can drown
You've been praying to a Holy Ghost that you don't believe in
Now your pocket's filling up with stones
Quicker than you can throw them
And you, standing by, looking on
Sing along, play the game
Play the game, take the prize, keep it close
Silver pieces turned to lead
Give it up, toss it all at their feet 'til they promise what you want
What you want, it's not there, it's been spent
You stay empty, they walk on
They made up monsters to be frightened of
They're kissing killers for the camera
But it must be the way of the world
This is the Greatness of America
But they can't tell Africa from algebra
On a throne made of bones, but it must be the way of the world
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The Valley
04:16
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So many miles away, and so many months gone by
That now, with my naked eye, I don't know what to see
Trees that I used to know are now statues of themselves
Where drunken memories dwell
In aching frozen dreams
Stacy the Neighborhood Queen, she's still trying to bust my ass
For stepping on dirt and grass that "don't belong to me"
But I'll track that mud around on this concrete that never fades
It just collects roots and days
And someone else's leaves
I still walk around
With my head held up, with my easy smile
I'll come back and see you
And then get out, and stay
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Vaunted Emblem
04:03
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You keep your excuses at a comfortable distance
Then you fall asleep
Stop pushing the answer if you can't find the question
Stand up on those feet
Shed your golden sadness
Oh, that vaunted emblem
That faded old medallion
(If you'd just take it off / but you won't take it off)
There's no simple ending to sitting on fences
Step down and walk on
Why live with the blinds down
It's so cold where you're laying
Wake up or be gone
Don't wait up to check and see if I said something
I'll say nothing
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9. |
The Sun She Perched
03:56
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The sun, the perched outside my open window
But she would not come through
She was crying softly, like a child, dreaming, sad
She misses her happy pillow
And you can't keep her down
After she's up, she's up all day
And you can't bring her back
After she's gone, she's gone all night
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Maxwell Hedron Columbus, Ohio
Maxwell Hedron is from Columbus, Ohio.
Psychedelic chamber rock?
Give it a listen and decide for yourself.
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