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Haven't seen that blinding love for a long time, a long time
You know the kind-- that make you go blind-- I haven't seen it in a long time.
But just as long as I can keep my head right, just as long as I don't lose sight
I know I'll find, I'm sure I'll find, the kind of love that makes you go blind
But I haven't seen it in a long time.
I've been looking everywhere for that light
That'll surely strip me of my sight.
I pray I stay afraid of the dark and never stray too far afield
Of that blinding, beating heart of day that splits the night apart,
The shining shield that stops the dart, I pray I stay afraid
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Ariel
02:09
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Ariel, am I OK to drive? I can't tell.
Am I a A-S-S-H-O-L, Ariel?
You and I eye-to-eye-- nose to sky, you say no.
I say why, you say what, I still try, Ariel.
Ariel, you can ask anyone I've known--
They will tell I can't leave well enough alone.
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Dreams/ My Rope
02:51
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Ooh, the ideas at the end of my rope, at the end of my rope the ideas
That make perfect sense in their context but still perplex whern the heart heals.
Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made friends with old lovers,
Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made love with old friends,
They're all dreams come true within dreams where you woke up and you knew
You couldn't fall asleep again.
Ooh when the night's coming up through the floor, when the night's coming up throuhg the floor,
Everyone who'd tried to get inside-- they've returned and pried open the door.
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Cocksure
02:17
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When I asked you to leave you wore a look of disbelief until you shook
It off your sleeve and onto the floor and turned back toward me with one so cocksure.
You're the only, yes the only, one who loves me enough--
You're the only one who loves me enough
To play rough.
When I begged for you back you hesitated, contemplated, then turned to go
And as if that weren't a fierce enough blow, pierced me deflated me with your whispered "no."
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The Marigold
02:04
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Jerry bought new glasses so he could see the marigold
We got up off our asses and went and saw the marigold
I saw the marigold
Jake bought a new camera so he could see the marigold
It took all our stamina, waiting up for the marigold.
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The Piano Inflates
02:39
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With the pins in my face I hallucinate
Bill Evans plays, the piano inflates and floats away
Pull the pins from my feet, my neck and my ears, and the room comes in clear
Bill Evans plays Spring is Here, Spring is Here
When you dream of yourself dreaming
The first time you wake up you're always still sleeping
When Bill Evans plays Autumn Leaves you better believe
That if spring was here, it has disappeared
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Simplicity
02:02
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I'd like to celebrate simplicity but things remain complicated
I've waited, waited and waited
For the power of god to be demonstrated
Stay
Stay up
Stay up all night with me and wait, I've waited, waited and waited
For the power of god to be demonstrated
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Loneliness
03:06
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Long Distance Calls
03:19
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Talking on the phone
leaves me feeling more alone
Long distance calls used to cost me hundreds of dollars
So, speak clearly after the tone
Whether your tongue is bruning, stung or struck dumb like a brick, like a board, like a bone.
Talking on the phone leaves me feeling more alone.
Long Distance calls used to cost me hundreds of dollars
It's been so long since we've talked, so why bother?
My father used to call
To talk about nothing at all
Long Distance calls used to cost me hundreds of dollars
We'd refrain the painstaking rigamarole
How do I operate my remote control...
How do I operate my remote control
Talking on the phone leaves me feeling more alone
Long Distance calls used to cost me hundreds of dollars
It's been so long since we've talked, so why bother?
I'd rather remember another way
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Despite the fact I've masturabted every night since you've flown back
I still can't expel whatever it is, whatever it is you well up with
Whatever it is...Is it elusive?
Or whatever it is...Or is it intrusive?
Is it ever only clever without also being abusive?
Because I don't know what it's supposed to be
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Krissi
02:55
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This Is Not A Song
04:52
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This is not a song, no birds along the telephone wire,
They have all gone South
There is no mouth drawn, blowing smokey spires
This is not a song
This is not a song, you can't sing along.
This does not belong amongst the stacks,
Not even in the backs, of places where these tracks are left
Forgotten when they once were believed, when they were conceived,
To be more than songs.
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