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Lead to Roam
05:10
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Rooftop Eulogy
03:47
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And we'll tear own the left wing of the hospital to build a parking deck: steel beams and concrete to hold the things that matter most. And we'll pare down the maples and the sycamores to see the skyline: it's bright as the moon every night outside your door. And then we won't have to walk as far to see the stars.
And we'll cover our cars with magnetic stickers and American flags and put a fish on the tailgate so they'll know what to say when we breathe our last. You can pass me the torch and tell me Run with the wind, but do you see the cloud that you leave behind? It's what you're swimming in. And then we won't have to walk as far to see the stars.
I saw him falling down and we all turned away as he hit the ground. The pavement still bears his name.
What a perfect signature - it's all around - and what about your body - is it lying on the ground? Or is it flying through the air? Am I dying? Do you care? Did you ever stop to look at something hidden in a book and realize no camera could contain the memory you took? Are you tossing in your sleep? Are you coughing through your teeth? I'm here curled up in a chair. I could fall from anywhere.
Maybe angels fall from rooftops. Maybe every skylight sings. Give gravity five seconds; she'll give you wings.
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Seagull Song
03:43
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You want my cookie, and I want your wings.
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onomatopoeia
02:29
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I don't want to be an onomatopoeia
Noises are so boisterous
My only other choice is to be oysterous
And shut myself inside my shell
A solipsistic wishing well
Collapse into a single quark
And hopefully explode when we remove the cork
Maybe I'll admit I'm a metonymy
A victim of anonymous lobotomy
Remove my body, I won't stand for anything at all
My mind is floating through a tank of time
Wandering through weed and wine
Through brainy brine to meet my mental mate
"Notes are just stones to throw at seagulls and hope to scatter sand
Rings are just thrones to stow our secrets instead of holding hands
Clothes are just shapes to shut the sun out and scarce does rapture fit
Words are just ways to flatten beauty and not to capture it."
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The Towers' Duet
05:59
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Once we were the highest in the world: sentinels of freedom, standing tall
110 stories told each day within these concrete walls
Rising up above the crowded streets, the parking decks, billboards and shopping malls
Like brothers, together we'll sway
In this windy September day
And I'll cast my vote for you no matter what my people say [sup Florida 2000]
Like two branches of the same tree
We reach upwards, toward liberty
Like two chapters of a story, we are separate but equal
Now it's up to you to write the sequel
Like a pair of wings, we will soar as an eagle
Over smokestacks and asphalt and cities that sprawl
To our shores the tired and poor will crawl
And scream within these hallowed halls
Surely you have heard the call?
A tombstone to the world's last superpower
on which a double epitaph is scrawled:
BLESSED BE ALL WHO ENTER THESE TOWERS.
UNITED WE STAND.
DIVIDED WE
An enemy has entered our midst
With boxcutter knives and an ancient iron fists
A lust for chastity and a love of death
A penchant for contradiction and perverted shibboleth
With poisonous passion from blasphemous bastions
They'd tear us apart in a fundamental fashion
Till we all come crashing down.
And an evil lurks in each of us
A bomb in every church and bus
So keep your neighbors well within your sights
Because it's going down tonight
These colors won't run, though they'll sway left or right
So our boys take flight by the dawn's early light
And we'll fight terror with terror.
So boys, let's roll
Because God don't play dice, but we do
The stakes are high so let freedom fly
Like a flag against the ashen sky
An eye for eye, as the good books say
And our tongues will rot and our hearts decay
All because one cold September day
Poor freedom ran away...
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6. |
The Orchard, Part 2
02:24
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Woo!
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I saw your flag on the marble arch
Our love can be a victory march
It's a warm and an outspoken Hallelujah!
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8. |
Fall Back
10:01
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The trees all catch fire and fall to the ground
My clock's running backwards, it chased me around
The earth's tilting gradually, but we'll take it so casually
You'd think that we had seen it all before
But I'll never cease to be astounded
There's not a day that I don't adore
And the August tide's retreating from our warm sandy shore
And the summer sun's setting till it comes back someday for more
It's curtain call for crickets, let them chirp their last encore
As we all hold hands and bow
Dear Daylight, who will save you now?
We're falling in circles away from the stars
And the whole world revolves under the wheels of my car
I'm in total control ever since I let go
The changing of the seasons can't change me
And the closer you get, the farther everything else seems to be
Sure, the days will get shorter. On that we agree
But maybe tomorrow's still too far off to see
Yeah, you may be fortunate
But at least we were free
And that dream don't run dry
Even when the summer dies
You won't see me worry, whatever arrives
Curiosity killed the cat, but she had eight more lives
But to hell with the numbers. We ain't getting no younger
But I'm not feeling old
And who needs 9-to-5s when you've got someone to hold?
And songs to be sung, and tales (bad jokes) to be told
No race to be won, no laundry to fold
Just a tank full of gasoline, worth its weight in gold
And a book to break our falls
No one's sympathy at all.
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Bad Salmon Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and reckless bamboozler
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