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Complicated Melody
05:35
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Complicated melody, that is what you are to me
You’re scaling major chords in a minor key
Medicated remedy, like a living pharmacy
Will this healing be the death of me?
Convoluted harmony, blackest of the comedies
When it hurts to laugh you cry with me
Don’t want me, just need me
Don’t make it complicated
Don’t warn me, just leave me
Don’t be so complicated
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2. |
The Spirit of Smoke
05:00
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It’s the spirit of smoke
It’ll grab your throat like a tropical dancer
Like a king in a moat
It’ll steal your vote, it’ll give you cancer
With an ounce of rum, you’re the string and the strum
You’re a brown romancer
Cause it’s the spirit of smoke
It’ll make you relax, forget the facts and give up your chances
Eight million lies on paradise
You can live in style if you got the green
But if you use the peso, adios amigo to your plans and schemes
You can never leave
It’s the spirit of smoke
It’ll float your boat while the tide is high
But when you reach the shore it’ll break your oar
It’ll make you cry
With a splash of coke, you’re the running joke in the pinko sky
But when you reach the shore, it’ll break your oar
It’ll make you die
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Under the towers down by the sea
This is the power the power of steam
Steam is the muscle inside the machine
The machine that will take you away from me
Or did this happen in my dream?
Rust can destroy what the men have built
As the snowflake drifts on the seagull’s wing
But nothing can turn back a ship that big
And nothing can make you forget what he did
They say the wound will close up
They say the blood will stop
But blood is only teardrops falling from your heart
I’m typing in my cabin
It’s a letter to your soul
But words are only letters acting out a role
I can still see the red dress that you wore
And the look on the face of the man on the shore
You were ripped from a book, you were torn from a page
You were borne and betrayed like castaways
I guess I drifted off and dreamed a thunderstorm
The lightning struck the sea until the sea was warm
We were tossed into the foam, we could see the lights of town
That’s when I opened up my arms and flew around
They say the wound will close up
They say the blood will stop
But blood is only teardrops falling from your heart
I’m typing in my cabin
I never said goodbye
But steam is only spirit rising to the sky
And blood is only teardrops falling from your heart
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Solresol
03:14
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Solresol
All of the things that I’m trying to say could be sung in tones
Sailing along on a lyrical boat
Let the meaning escape your throat
It’s a revelation of massive scope called Solresol
Sudre the man, violin in hand, master planner
Said “No need for words, we can sing like birds with grammar.”
Solresol eliminates all the pointless chitchat with musical notes
And once again we go back to the Seine, we go back to the source
Good son of France invented a dance in Morse code
I’m drowning in waves
Don’t tear me away
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5. |
The Fighting Guitars
04:10
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She was the corporal at arms of the fighting guitars
Nobody wins in these weaponless wars
When she told me her age, I was amazed
I knew she had lived through a shipwreck of days
She’s got hair of chocolate cake to wrap around your fingers
And she smells like cigarettes and breaking waves and solitude that lingers
She lived right next to the sea in a forest of weeds
Surrounded by magical music machines
When she asked me to stay, I was dismayed
I knew she had already given her heart away
Words cannot describe the sun reflecting off her shoulder
I was melting like a block of ice reclining on a desert boulder
She’s got eyes like cloudy skies portending endless rainfall
And the way the story ends is kind of typical and kind of painful
I got up and flew away with all the lonely sailboats
Some guitars are out of tune and others just refuse to play the sweet note
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6. |
Far Out
04:09
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And if I had to pick a word to talk about it
I’m so sensitive it hurts my hair to grow out
Let’s get stressed out to impress and then let’s go out
You have the best high fashion bedhead to go with your sleepy mind
And if the night should segregate us, you go your way, I’ll go mine
I think we’re going places, I think we’re going far out
You are the hello dolly lama, you defy all reason
There is no better partner in this open season
I love the wilderness we are investigating
There’s an old French marquis in his grave celebrating
I think we’re going places, we’re really going far out
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7. |
The Cruise
05:47
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Let the water run, let the party end
Let the real blue joy rain down on you like pink champagne
After the lights go down you’re not alone
In the cold water flat you call your home
Release the metronome and
Let the bottle break, let the ceiling crack
Let the old subconscious burst the dam and flood the old shack
It’s so much quieter, the guests are gone
I can hear clearly now rain pouring down into the gramophone
This is all pure speculation, we might never get there soon
Wake up, sleeping population, from your dreamless deathlike swoon
Open arms for the revolution, waterfall, anarchy
Wash off the soul pollution, these are the things I learned from Speed
Let the power surge, let the fuses blow
Let the old dementia fill the room with its ancient glow
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8. |
Military Wife
05:28
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The rejection letters are piling up so I throw them in the trash
I’d like to drink another cup but I just ran out of cash
I guess it’s time to go softly now to the mercenary life
Like a military wife
So don’t follow me cause I lost the road
I’m a broken cello playing the wrong note
I wish I could be living my life
I used to love to share the wealth till they told me it was wrong
The senators just pass the laws and the people go along
You gotta fire the missiles shoot the guns and get ready for the fight
Like a military wife
So don’t call on me cause I didn’t vote
I’m a rusty trumpet playing the wrong note
I wish I wasn’t such a good liar
So don’t lean on me cause I got no spine
I’m a fractured piano playing out of time
I wish I could get out of my mind
Boot camp
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Aria in D
05:35
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All the bees in the beehive
All the bees know how to behave
All the seas in the seascape
All the seas know how to escape
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Even though you’re born Toulouse, I know you’re gonna die a winner
Try to sleep off all the booze, your mother’s coming up for dinner
New century’s coming down, beware of this perverted town
I know you see things clearly and ugliness to you can be divine
I know you know the difference between a waste of paint and a wasted mind
Hanging out with prostitutes and radicals with no religion
They know that you’re a mental giant trapped inside a gentle midget
Who’s up on the stage tonight? A chanteuse or a sodomite
I know they’re out to get you, they’ll take away your brushes and your wine
They know you’ve got a secret, it’s hiding in your crazy poster life
Oui, il fait chaud a Paris, Non, ne t’inquiete pas Henri
Les gendarmes sont au lit, tu peut boire sans souci
Toutes les putes et les clochards sont animees dans ton art
Tu epates la bourgoisie, c’est pas bientot finis
You’re born to lose, you die a winner
So sing the blues for happy sinners
Another genius gone forever
The copycats are taking over
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Buddha Statue
03:44
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She won’t always be gone
Nothing’ s written in stone, no no no no no no
Comme la neige en ete
Comme l’amour rejete, non non non non non non
Incoming storm wash away the dawn
Buddha statue, it’s OK
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12. |
A Capella
03:42
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Death claims us all, each one and ev’ry
Under the evil eye of Mars
Under the wicked claw of the Cancer
Under the bright malignant stars
So we should do our pirouettes
And we should dance our tarantella
And we should drown out fate’s black choir
Though we must do it a capella
Existence is only a clean empty slate
Each one will mark it as each one may
There’s no exemption from the grab of the grave
Though you spin like a dervish or hide in a cave
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