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Emma
05:13
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Emma can you find me with your four piercing eyes?
I’m back here standing in the actor's row
Do you see me among the stars, we are ready to rise
powered by that Haymarket glow?
Emma should we all get on the pill
is free lovin’ a proto-calling?
Rebel rebel woman push us down that hill
trying to change the world can be appalling
yeah, trying to change the world can be appalling
Emma with those eyes that haunt me
tie me up, turn me loose and flaunt me
And I will be your down and dirty
your sacred and eternal covenantee
Emma what does it mean to be an anarchist?
I think I know; it's all on me to say
Have you never been so wild and pissed
as when the working class, they missed their play?
Emma can we get down to what made you tick
were you the plot, lost in obscurity?
toil is the industry that makes us sick
well Emma, that wasn’t lost on me
no Emma, it wasn’t lost on me
no Emma, you’re not lost on me
Emma with those eyes that haunt me
tie me up, turn me loose and flaunt me
And I will be your down and dirty
your sacred and eternal covenantee
Emma will you sow the seeds of discontent
prime the pumps just before the flood?
Mother Earth was kind enough to pay my rent
she loves the actor but she deplores the blood
Emma will you get me home in time?
I never knew ya, but I miss you still
Civilized by savagery, watch me unwind
Chickens roosting on down that hill
so come on Emma, push us down the hill
come on Emma, let’s all get on the pill
come on Emma
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2. |
Headed For Hematoma
03:31
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I’m goin up the stream without a paddle
I’m startin’ round one on the ropes
I’m livin’ & breathin’ in this saddle
but with a hungry horse I ain’t got much hope
I’m cruisin’ for a bruisin’
headed for Hematoma (ha ha ha ha ha)
it's in the state of Confusion
& I've been runnin' twenty-five years just tryin’ to find some kind of resolution
C
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I fight to win but I get no trophies
and I keep fallin’ for those rope-a-dopes
I can testify—I won’t get rattled
But I keep on fallin’ for the same old tropes
I’m winnin’ for losin’
I'm Headed for Hematoma
the sister-city of Delusion
& I've been runnin' twenty-five years just reachin', preachin' teachin' my conclusions
I’m cruisin’ for a bruisin’
Headed for Hemotoma (ha ha ha ha ha)
it's just north-west of Absolution
& I've been runnin’ twenty-five years for just tryin’ to find some kind of
peace of mind
tryin’ to find
my peace of mind
and now I’m in the wind
(I'm damaged like a shaken baby
you think that you can hold me, crazy
I'm runnin' and you know I can't be found)
Surprise surprise
you better recognize
I’m in the wind
(I'm damaged like a shaken baby
you think that you can hold me, crazy
I'm runnin' and you know I can't be found)
to the occasion I rise
you better recognize
I'm in the wind, baby
I'm in the wind
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You don’t answer questions
that you deem hypothetical
and you don’t like people
because people think you’re medical
but other’s love your stuff
yeah they like the way you keep it real
you hurt all the right people
and they like the way it makes them feel
You say no one told you
that this is how the story ends
it's this way and it's that way
and the season of the horror trends
how slow that escalator runs
how could we ever know
love gets frayed right where it bends
gold-plated or silver bowed
I like you better when I don’t know what you’ve said
This is an acknowledgment that I received something from you
Something from you-oo-oo-oo
You think you’re absolute
with reasoning so circular
brain fatal crucifix
a sanctimony worshiper
Shocking in its sadism
the spanking was bestowed
because you like your subjugation
gold-plated and silver bowed
I like you better when I don’t know what you’ve said
This is an acknowledgment that I received something from you
Something from you-oo-oo-oo
You say no one told you
that this is how the story ends
it's this way and it's that way
and the season of the horror trends
how slow that escalator runs
how could we ever know
love gets frayed right where it bends
gold-plated or silver bowed
I like you better when I don’t know what you’ve said
This is an acknowledgment that I received something from you
Something from you-oo-oo-oo
I like you better when I don’t know what you’ve said
This is an acknowledgment that I received something from you
Something from you-oo-oo-oo
Gold-plated and silver-bowed
(they like the way it makes them feel
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4. |
End of the Line
03:12
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End of the Line
Why does the sun go down?
Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if it hung around?
And why does a heart grow steel?
In all the lonesome strangers with nothin’ to feel?
And why are we so fated?
Can we skip to the part where our hearts aren’t so relegated
to the end of the line------------
end of the line------------
Who does the sun love now?
And why does shine on them somehow?
And who will the wind surprise?
And where will it take them for a ride?
Why are we so fated?
Can we skip to the part where our hearts aren't so relegated?
To the end of the line------------
The end of the line------------
What in the world should I do now I hit the vermiculite?
should I hold my head up high and complain life won't do me right?
Whatever you do don't go too far away
we won't be able to find you
But it's OK you can still lose yourself
and we'll forget what defined you back then
we'll forget what defined you, way back when
but we'll still need to find you
my friend.
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5. |
Dream On
04:24
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Dream On
You got a reason to try to make him take stock
you got a reason to try to run out the clock on this
the clock on this
You got a part to play in the big charade of our times
you got a part to play makin’ sweet drinks from their lemons and the limes that you got
the lemons and limes you got
makin’ sweet, sweet drinks
from those lemons and limes
And nobody cares or reads their history books
everyone is spinning gold just pimpin’ those crooks
yeah everyone is spinnin’
right into their grave
they dream they are the man
but they’re wakin’ up a slave
So dream on
You got a price to pay you got a soul on the clock
you got a price to pay at the source of the knot in you
you got a knot in you
you got a careless regard for the way that things work
you got a careless regard for the conventions and the jerks out there
for the jerks out there
the jerks out there
you know, jerks.
And nobody cares or reads their history books
everyone is spinnin’ gold just pimpin’ those crooks
yeah everyone is spinnin’
right into their grave
they dream they are the man
but they’re wakin’ up a slave
so dream on, dream on
dream on, dream on
‘cause they scheme on, they scheme on
so dream on…
Don’t don’t you know don’t you know that there’s a road
for both the sinners and the saints
Don’t don’t you know don’t you know that there’s a road
for both the winners and the aints
Don’t don’t you know don’t you know that there’s a road
for both forgiveness and complaints uh huh
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6. |
Can We Please
03:54
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Can We Please
Can we please stop killin', can we please stop killin'
can we please stop killin' each other
Can we please start healin' can we please start healin'
can we please start healin' each other
I know you’ve been travelin’ for so long, far and wide
And so you know it’s unravelin’ across time, land and tide
Can we please stop killin', can we please stop killin'
can we please stop killin' each other
Can we please start healin' can we please start healin'
can we please start healin' each other
And I know you’ve been tryin time and again for the promised land
And you feel like you’re dyin but you’re not you’re still alive footprints in the sand
Can we please stop killin', can we please stop killin'
can we please stop killin' each other
Can we please start healin' can we please start healin'
can we please start healin' each other
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7. |
Modern Metaphors
03:38
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Modern Metaphors
How can you teach a man
he oughta care about someone else?
Used to be you’d quote Jesus
But lately he ain’t been himself
How can you teach a woman
That kinda lovin’ ain’t no sin?
it used to be for the babies
now its just to let him in
How can we teach our children
that this old world ain’t too far gone
and that the rages that they’re feelin’
well they can ride it out on a song
How can we teach each other
that our differences are light
shining through me and you
and that we really got no fight
Hearts will heal
come a better day
and love, well it’s real
it’s how we pray
How can you teach a baby
that its tears don’t mean a thing
that you’re the one that saved me
and you’re a song I’ll ever sing
And how can we teach our lovers
that the tenderness we feel
it ain’t just for the hookup baby
we’re all lookin’ for hearts to heal
And hearts will heal
come a better day
and love, well it’s real
it’s how we pray
and ancient words
or modern metaphors
well they’ll do
It’s not emotion
no that’s not love
at least not true
it’s not a stranger
no love
it doesn’t travel through
it’s not a feelin’
no love, love, love
it’s what you do
it’s what you
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8. |
Time In Mind
06:09
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She's as cold as the dying sun
She’s as ancient as all the days to come
She is lost in the muddle of your mind
she’s the stuff that remains, you tried to leave behind
And she comes back slow
and she lets you know
that there’s a place you can go
if you need some time
in mind
she’s the way out of the atmosphere
she’s a known practitioner of all the things you fear
she’s a hesitation in your stubborn stance
she’s an accusation, delivered with a glance
And she comes back oh so slow
and she lets you know
there is a place you can go
if you need some time
in mind
If you need some time
in mind
She's as far out as a point of view
she's on a platform in the sky
tryin' to leverage you
and she is the way you can never go
she's where the ocean meets the lava
she is the everflow
And she comes back slow
and she lets you know
that there’s a place you can go
if you need some time
in mind
If you need some time
in mind
If you need some time
in mind
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9. |
The Northern Wind
03:14
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The Northern Wind
I am the Frozen dragon of the northern wind
and I watched the world on fire
It burned for years before it slowly dimmed
that anything lived was a shocking result
the flame came through the wires
I’m floating still above the soot
Is this war
I don’t know I can’t tell
but I know
this is hell
I was a fading dove above a world in flames
I thank you for your patience
But I’m letting you go if it’s all the same
Cause I run with the fortunate ones who decided to fight
I claim no devils bargain
We know what we want and we want what is right
Is this war
I don’t know I can’t tell
but I know
this is hell
Love is war
that’s what they’re trying to sell
War is love
peace is hell
We are the dragon tamers of the eastern plains
and now they’re in our pockets
they must respond when they feel the reigns
In our courts the jester plays to the confident king
no pain is on the dockets
We're left to live and we love to sing
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Charles Buchanan Denver, Colorado
I'm a singer-songwriter, studio engineer/producer in Denver, Colorado.
I'm also part of the LongPlaya collective, including the bands Warkitten and The Colorado.
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