1. |
The Darkness
02:23
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I see the storm from a distance
I feel my spirit flee
I watch the darkness come before me
The dark inside of me
My heart it swims through ocean
My body’s in the trees
I see the clouds form before me
There is no rescuin’ me no more
Oh, no more
I see the storm from a distance
I feel my spirit flee
I watch the darkness come before me
The dark inside of me
My heart it swims through ocean
My body’s in the trees
I see the clouds form before me
There is no rescuin’ me no more
Oh, no more
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2. |
Stressed and Depressed
06:03
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I felt old
Holding flames up to the light
It was cold
On this long and lending night
I was told
By the fog and city brights
To be bold
So I lived another night
I can’t see
For miles, like a hawk
And these days
Seem to pile up a lot
In this room
Thick with still, familiar breath
It’ll be hours
Before I figure out what’s left
Still stressed
And depressed
Still stressed
And depressed
Still nights
God bless
So stretched
Compressed
There it stood
In the middle of the room
Blackened wood
Glowing embers and the fume
Now it sits
In the Moon Juice crystal store
Being sold
For a fortune on the floor
He saw you
And dissected from afar
Every inch
Just some guy on down the bar
He was told
To not back down, to be strong
But all he knows
Is how to talk over your song
Still stressed
And depressed
Still stressed
And depressed
Still nights
God bless
So stretched
Compressed
Still stressed
And depressed
Still stretched
And depressed
Still nights
God bless
So stretched
Compressed
You're not going anywhere
You're stuck here
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3. |
Handpicking Stars
02:34
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Handpicking stars from the blue ribbon sky
Pressing your arms up against me tonight
Singing songs on the stage in your eyes
I don’t have much, but I have you, it’s enough
Open that bottle and pour me some wine
You smell like you’re married and you look divine
I’m on fire, and this fire is goin’
I ain’t much, but I hope I’m enough
Go out on Sunday, ya pay for it twice
Feel like I’m dyin’, too old for this vice
I’m so broke, but my baby’s no joke
We ain’t much, but we’re funny enough
Watchin' the moon as it wanes and it whines
Wonder what you’re thinking under those eyes
I could ask you, but you’re fast asleep
Can’t hear much, when you’re that far away
I won’t say much, but I love you, it’s enough
I don’t have much, but I have you, it’s enough
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4. |
Frog Frog Swamp Swamp
02:02
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Frog frog swamp swamp
Hungry hogs and vomit pies
Lungs of mud and seeping slim
Wigs of worm and maggot eyes
Frog frog swamp swamp
Bogs and bones and rats and flies
Kidney stones and guts untied
Stretched like skin and salted, fried
Frog frog swamp swamp
Crippled livers, rotting minds
Acid rain into your eyes
Stumbling blind into the light
Begging for your wretched life
Frog frog swamp swamp
Guts and goons and nails for food
Swallowed tacks and razor booze
Slaughtered bellies, stomach ooze
Frog frog swamp swamp
Bleating goats and severed throats
Abdomens with sickly bloat
Skulls that drain onto your coat
Frog frog swamp swamp
Sloshing at the riverfront
Pungent, stagnant, slowing blood
Coagulating into sludge
Frog frog swamp swamp
Squeeze your heart, against your thigh
Gushing blood into the sky
Splattering the tall white pines
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5. |
Valentina
05:39
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She is soft inside this dream
Wakes in light in front of me
On her eyes, I feel the pain
Of a mountain b’fore the plain
O’er the bluffs of cloud and rain
I can see waxing streams
All her beauty as it bleeds
From the womb of mother’s sea
Comes the blossom of a gaze
Blooming canopies of haze
Truths of color on the day
Dark sunglasses chase away
As you stand to punch the sea
Shatter bottles in the creek
Drifts of snow and meadows bleak
Valentina is the tree
It’s not free
It’s not free
It’s pricey to be
Vallie bee
She’s in me
Like an old familiar sea
It’s so free
It’s so free
It’s something to be
Vallie bee
She’s in me
Like the ocean, movin’ free
There is gloom, the night is dark
There are strangers in the park
In the barroom looking stark
And they dart along like sharks
It’s the price of sinking deep
In this life so densely sweet
All the glares you cannot keep
All the wounds you will not treat
But the drinks are getting thin
And it’s your life you can bend
Feel the change and see the end
One last chance to be her friend
And she’s standing in your sight
Like a doe poised in the night
Red with fire, flooding light
Valentina, shining bright
It’s not free
It’s not free
It’s pricey to be
Vallie bee
Out of reach
Like an old forgotten beach
It’s so free
It’s so free
It’s something to see
Vallie bee
She is free
Like the ocean inside me
She is soft inside this dream
Wakes in light in front of me
On her eyes I feel the pain
Of a mountain b'fore the plain
O’er bluffs of cloud and rain
I can see the waxing streams
All her beauty as it bleeds
From the womb of mother’s sea
On her eyes, I feel the pain
Of a mountain, a refrain
Miles and miles of everything
On her eyes
On her eyes
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You know, I think I’ll have another one
Yea, I think this’ll be fun
I wasn’t sure this was the spot
But here we are inside the place
You think he saw me wave my hand?
I know it's rude, but hey, I'm standin' here
I better lean in, say his name real clear
I think it's John or Steve or Glenneviere
You always tell it like it is
No, that's the thing, you know it is
It’s not that I don’t know my plan
It’s just that we’re so different, man
I wasn’t meant to take my time
I’m always already behind
My thoughts are always in a bind
And time is up and I could die
Oh, what the hell, another round
Those two words keep you around
Let’s keep it open, just in case
I’m startin’ to see things in your face
Now what I did I’m not behind
But every living thing’s a lie
This big old ocean’s gettin’ high
And we’re all just bodies made of time
You want to be like me, you see?
But I’m like you or Glen or Steve or someone else
We’re all just struggling to "be me"
Slowly drifting out to sea
I think I need another shot
My mind is boiling in this pot
I don’t make much sense anymore
Just get me home to my front door, yup
Your dad’s politics are shit
You know that time we had a tiff
I wish you weren’t such a prick
Makin’ me look like the dick
I need another cup
Just make it coffee, this time, Chuck
I know it’s not your name, but fuck
I’ve had a little too much luck
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7. |
Time
04:47
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Time, like open arms command the room
Like longing looks across the room
Are we free, do we look young
In the lamplight with the feeling from this wine
Or is time just rollin' on
Time, your body finally leaves from mine
And I have nothing left inside for you
Does it hurt a little bit
To see this stranger at the bar
Is this life just pullin' you
Time, as waves of smoke perfume the air
Between the chatter we just stare
It’s a flame, not some reflection
Of the person you’ve become
But hold strong, they don’t know you
Where is my turning point
Some deciding moment here
Is my life simply cruisin’ on
Time, like every child we’re brave
Like every smile, we fade
Is it all really gone
Before the moment's truly had
Can I look back, or should I move along
Can I look back, or should I move along
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8. |
MaL.A.ise
04:08
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I was hoppin' on the bus
When a man fixed on me
He inquired “Hey there boy,
How does it feel to be free?”
He was piercin' through me with
An ease that comes from bein' alive
I was wearin’ those sunglasses
And I felt that urge to die
The bus driver with a one-eyed glance
Could see into the past
At the trees and houses fading
In the smudge-filled glass
Far behind it was a sunny day
As we moved across L.A.
And the old lady beside me whispered
“Ah, what a day”
And I could feel him cuttin' through me
On my tongue could taste the sting
And the words I swallowed then
Came out like vomit in the wind
“I’m not free, I’m just like you”
And it was done, b'fore I was through
Ah, the laughter that ensued
Made the world seem kinda new
The air was hot and smoky comin’
Through the ceiling exit gate
I wanted a cigarette
But I figured I should wait
When the man got off the bus, he touched
My shoulder, said “Good luck”
And I wished that I could
Take back everything
And the sun was low upon the foothills
As we headed somewhere east
I caught that sensation of sadness
Startin' down at my two feet
As it crept into my bones
My head was heavy like a rock
And the lady next to me said
“’scuse me, hun, it’s my stop”
So I watched the city pass me by
Slow motion pretty lights
And I thought of every friend and
Everyone I’ve loved and lied to
I stood up and waited by the door
And almost fell outside
And as the bus blew smoke into the dust
I reckoned I might cry
I lit my cigarette then
And thought I’d have a beer
When I finally made it to the bar
It wasn’t really clear
Whether I was living, dead, alone
Or even here at all
My lungs were aching for the mountains
And my heart for something too
I looked for symbolism, meaning
But I came up with a light
As I flicked that final cigarette
Outside the moon was shining bright
And the quiet street in front of me
Was talkin’ in its sleep
“Don’t wait for me” I heard it say
“I’ll catch up later on”
So I headed down the road again
And waited for the dawn
I headed down the road again
And waited for the dawn
Here comes the dawn
Down the road
Lovely dawn
The sun shining down on me
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9. |
Make Yourself at Home
02:51
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Come on in
The coffee's ready
I'll be in the other room
Take a seat
You can push those over
I can hear your knees crack
Changing tides
Purple plumes
Glaciers in the sky
Close the door
You'll let the cold in
I'll take your coat, come get warm
Give me your cup
I know how you like it
You can always add more
I felt it too
Maybe four o'clock
It was already dark
Dusty stars
Pollen of the night
Black rivers in the sky
Wake me up
In about an hour
Make yourself at home
Pour the coffee
On your head
Don’t say I made you do it
Acting strange?
Well, so are you
Invited you in, now look at you
Falling rain
A quiet plain
Rolling emerald waves
Something’s wrong
Well, I don’t know
Take my hand, I love you so
Have some more and lay with me
Make yourself at home
Make yourself at home
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Paul Bergmann New Haven, Connecticut
In his relentless oeuvre-building, Paul has amassed an especially articulate kind of existentialism: what it means to persist, and to create, in a world which dies in the near distance. In No Masters in Paradise, the form of the songwriter’s ballad, in the hands of an expert, is turned inward for comfort, resisting the base lure of worldly approval. ... more
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