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this is another connection
of you and me breaking time
out on the see-through surface
pixels refract at the hand-drawn sky
you percolate the sun-spot
while I calibrate my eyes
we see the lake upside down
there’s nothing left
and nothing in my mind
got 29 days till the whole world’s over
got 99 ways to hand this over
this is a rake left smashing
out of all the lights
if you couldn’t see the surface
good luck with your tossed out line
and I separate the products
while you stack up what’s inside
if I return the favor
will it get you back
or quietly resign?
got 29 days till the whole world’s over
29 days till the whole world’s over
got 99 ways to hand this over
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we’re in a shotgun house
with modern spots and situations
falling out the sky outside
we’re in an open house
photos of the deep end
fighting on the ceiling
there’s an empty swimming pool
outside
fill it with plans
so we can lead the next uprising
fill it with satellites
transmit every message right
if it’s for the greater good
maybe I woke up too soon
we’re in an artist park
staring at the cross winds
sleepin in the deep end
tearin up the leaves
outside
we’re in a switcharoo
playing other people
only to retrieve them
there’s an open parking spot
outside
fill it with plans
so we can lead the next uprising
fill it with satellites
transmit every message right
if it’s for the greater good
maybe I woke up too soon
fill it with plans
so we can lead the next uprising
fill it with satellites
transmit every message right
if it’s for the greater good
maybe I woke up too soon
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this is my line
deep fried and upright
got another plan comin
this is my call
to tell you what I’m thinkin
cause it never gets old
strung up by your laces
in a southern appetite
see the lake as a perspective
for this February night
then I saw the sun
I spiked the fight
I felt alive in a dream that I had the other night
I slowed the sun. I spiked the fight.
and I felt alive in a dream I had about the songs that I wrote last night
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wake it up, wake it up
confine find the ashes
well I don’t know
what can we uncover once the veil is undone?
well I don’t know
yeah I’m wishing for eternity
doesn’t seem that odd
you're wrapped up in a foreign embrace
and I just need to let it
2,3,4
take it up, take it up with someone
someone who cares
this queue is gone
sinking underwater
like you descends
yeah I’m wishing for eternity
doesn’t seem that odd
you’re wrapped in a foreign embrace
and I just need to let it
3,2,4
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I see you but it isn’t like you
to break through another description
hurry in, sweet Lillian
and I found you another prescription
mood so blue, but I couldn’t move you
hurry in, sweet Lillian
before the clock
strikes 12
and all things change
all things change
except for who we are
and I found you another collision
walls undue
by I couldn’t move through
hurry in, sweet Lillian
and I see you
but it isn’t like you
to break through another addiction
hurry in, my Lillian
before the clock
strikes 12
and all is off
before the clock strikes 12
and all is lost, or lust
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so what?
got faces in the sand
with little laces comin out
a heavy hand for what’s under ya
got symbols in the lake
pick a nice equation
for the model of your instrumental
I broke the sun with bleach for my highlights
I blocked the light - half-squeezed lime
I broke the sun with bar-chords and bad rhymes
I see Dorothy comin out a live with a lit-up scarecrow surfin the lakes
who’ve guessed he’d unfold?
so what?
got time to understand
a little mace you’re serving is a culmination waiting for ya
but I don’t understand
this being much of a problem with the leeches taking what you’re serving
I broke the sun with chords on the levee
I see the light
cutting out a line
did you bring the glasses?
I blocked the fight
living in Paris
this is alright
;comment out a line
if you think of something
;comment out a line
if you lead you must say
so what?
I see you’re up
coming out of line
if you think of something
coming out of line
if you think you’re something
so what?
I heard so what
coming out of line now you think you’re something
;comment out a line
if you think you’re something
coming out a line if you’re keys are coming
;comment out a line
if you think of something
;comment out a line if you think you’re something
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feels good at last
coming in fast
a thousand torpedoes
imagine the math
the moon speaks a lot
can’t tell what he’s saying
the moon reaches out
and lights up the path
that I will be taking
too good to give up
that piece of its past
and all of the hunters know fear’s hard to pass
the moon speaks a lot
can’t tell what he’s saying
lights up the path that I will be taking
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here’s a story about a planet
you get it
it’s an efflorescence inside a candle i’m living in
the words to my songs
are all that I know
and the strings that carry me
are the roots that crack the seams
so when do we know
just where we’re headed
indebted
and why are we so?
we never looked out the corners there
words in our hearts
from the words in our eyes
and the things that we can see
paragraphs we’re meant to read
tonight
I think twice
about the world
and I just smile
please remember what I remember
there is an emotion hammer
a bit of glamour
I wanna think I’m wasting my time
concentrating on flaws
and the themes that carry me
are the roots that crack the seams
would you tell me what I remember
so I can just watch it over
until it’s ended
I didn’t stock the wooden-backed lawn
with a picket fence and dog
to the house of my thoughts
lined in cellophane moss
tonight
I think twice
about the world
cuz tonight
I unwind
another world is at my sight
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Sung underneath the waters
sounds like sonic hammering
of glass just before it’s hardened
the bubbles swim and carry me
to another town
where a waterfall is the currecny
o, and the people come
to swim and to
breathe
and Howard says he isn’t tired
cuz Jazz and scat are smooth and free
the sound of Bebop in a bottle
strands the shaman in a tree
in another town
basketball is the currency
and the people come to
fall asleep
no one know why they’re all marrying
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wait for someday
to uncover
what’s before me
straight and narrow
the sun is diving
into tomorrow
sort the chatter
crack the arrow
well I’m part of this time
a lot like the sky-line
in for the rain
out for the fire
where’s your shadow
in the mire?
drape your medal
show your stature
what’s becoming of this era?
well I’m part of this time
a lot like the sky-line
and I’m part of this time
a lot like the sky-line
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Come with us now on a journey through February 2012 ... which begins with a race against time that transforms us into musical pizza zombies. Click tracks mostly absent, auto-tune non-existent (sorry), inspired by the moon out above the LSU lakes, eternity, Lockport, and Tubas. I hope you enjoy this little slice of home studio pyrite - recorded and mixed mostly at night in Baton Rouge and Lafayette Louisiana.
