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Warm Whispers
02:29
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Warm whispers of warning signs
greet my ears in shade of clouds
Warm whispers of warning signs
Seem to be the only sound
(Honey read the writing!)
Take, take what you haven't seen
but leave the rest for little ol' me
try, try yourself on for me
and you might see a clearer scene
Warm whispers of warning signs
greet my ears in shade of clouds
Warm whispers of warning signs
Seem to be the only sound
(Honey read the writing!)
Walk, walk on down to the street
without a care of where or why
With a little lovin' care
there may appear a sight to see
(I dare not speak about it)
Warm whispers of warning signs
greet my ears in shade of clouds
Warm whispers of warning signs
Seem to be the only sound
(Honey read the writing!)
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Dear Mr. Chainsaw Juggler
I saw you doing your thing
On the dance floor
At the circus
You looked so sad
Next to the lady with the mustache
Don't you remember my smile
I left a picture in the tent
Next to the check for your rent
With this letter
That your day job
Doesn't have to be the end
How do you know
How do you know (I just know)
How do you know
How do you know
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
I know chainsaw juggling
Is in demand
But nothing in this world is so lucrative
That you can't breakdance
In your spare time
Leave those worries behind
Do the walk
Talk the talk
Then we'll go to my place
And pop the lock
Oh! When should we go?
When should we go? (Oh I don't know)
When should we go?
When should we go?
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Hey, I'm doing this for the money
Breakdancing is for the honeys
Apparently it's working
You can stop your lurking.
I noticed that look in your looking.
Baby, let's get cooking.
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3. |
Cliche! Hooray!
03:32
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I hadn't the time, I just went by
And I had many bills to pay
and digital games to play
But I left it all behind
to spread my wings and fly
to my favorite destination
Obsession over frivolous expenditures
Cliche! Cliche! Cliche!
Trip over the feet of another
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
And then finally I arrived
to find in my love's pride
there's no time for contemplation
but oh to my surprise
so many more arrived
behind in great concentration
Obsession over frivolous expenditures
Cliche! Cliche! Cliche!
Trip over the feet of another
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Oh! Where was that thing I waited for?
Online or just in stores
waiting for my pending purchase
and lines, furrowing lines upon my brow
taking me away from now
try again with more intention
Obsession over frivolous expenditures
Cliche! Cliche! Cliche!
Trip over the feet of another
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Can't always get what you want
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
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4. |
Coulda Been the Moon
03:03
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Coulda been the moon
That I came to see
But I came to see you
Woulda been the stars
That I came to touch
But I came to touch you
Caught up in the something
I just can't put my finger on
And I'm here
Linear progression
Into your arms not always the best
Course of action.
And I walked all this way
with parts of a story made
from days that daylight saved.
Shoulda been a shine
that lit in my eye but there was none
that I could speak of
Over space and time
I'll fall into that line of thinking
I bought when I sought you
Then we'll meet again
maybe in the end
and we can stay here.
And I walked all this way
with parts of a story made
from days that daylight saved.
Shoulda left before
The sun came up, but
Oh
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5. |
Radio Lullaby
03:52
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Did you hear me on the radio?
I made this station just for you
Did you hear the songs with your name in it?
I might have picked out one of two
Or ten
but none of them should be hierarchical
in your mind
They're all the same
they're al the same.
Turn the volume up on that thing
and if you do I do hope you sing
out loud
but try and try again not to shout
before you know it crushers will be
about
They're all the same
They'll come for your name
In the lateness of the hours
I'll turn it down, turn it down softer
'til no more meets the ears
in the stillness of us here
So if you hear me on the radio
think about it once or twice
Steal a piece and take it home with you
before you turn off the light.
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6. |
Sandy Hours
03:10
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I've been here a time
watching sandy hours sift
in my mind
I've been over the place
wandering far from where I came
can't say I know
where I should go
Tell me where
Don't look so far away
into yesterday
We are here
waiting for a chance untold
So let me
So let me
come to your doorstep
with portending words
where two shouldn't be
Tell me where
Don't look so far away
into yesterday
We are here
waiting for a chance untold
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7. |
Workbook for the Dead
01:55
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I am important.
You know I am.
I have the answers you haven't asked
and I know the cure for all your ills.
Your look is of confusion
You know I knew it would be.
Hush (hush) hush (hush) hush (hush)
Hush now, child.
It will all be better
when we all agree
with me.
Put down your tome
And don a frock
All green and black and red
And choose our volume to ingest
A workbook for the dead.
He who cures all
Walks on seas
I know him very well.
He balms my head
And shoes my soles
And always signs my checks.
(Check please!)
Put down your tome
And don a frock,
All green and black and red,
And choose our volume to ingest,
A Workbook for the Dead.
I am your friend, the very best!
Advice from me to you:
A solitary branch remains,
Enough to hang your neck.
Rush at our Becks, our calls,
Guzzle down our swill,
And sheep do have Bills,
And we can't be killed.
Put down your tome
And don a frock,
All green and black and red,
And choose our volume to ingest,
A Workbook for the Dead.
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8. |
Is This How it Goes
03:53
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I'm planning the day we'll meet
will you be there at the right time
will you see me
or a reflection of me in the glass
at the cafe?
There in my hand was something I was playing with
Steady fingers but my blood not so slow
No one noticed but the glasses on the table
that caught me blushing in the unforgiving glow
Oh oh oh
Is this how it goes?
Oh oh oh
Unforgiving glow
Where was my mind
Can you just give me my line
one more time
Is this the place for my escape
or is this just a hopeful fake?
What was her name? Gravity picked it from my pocket
So many things have slipped through seems I haven't sewn
And now the streets are lined with pieces of her memory
Moving past me at speeds too fast or slow
Oh oh oh
Is this how it goes?
Oh oh oh
Too fast or slow
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9. |
The Best of Ideas
02:45
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Perhaps the dogs were no the best of ideas
but I can't think of any better my dear
The hawks are screeching louder than my ear
so why not worship the worst of our fears?
Rewinding what I've done I will not do
If you don't let the past be gone so will you
Don't ever question what I had to do
For all you know I did it all for you
I gave the dogs the scent of diamondback blood
insuring unused teeth tearing flesh yes they would
but don't expect the tears to grow to a flood
lower beings don't warrant tears, understood?
Rewinding what I've done I will not do
If you don't let the past be gone so will you
Don't ever question what I had to do
For all you know I did it all for you
The black dogs returned speckled with brown
shouting at no one on the ground
It just felt right at the time. It just felt right at the time. It just felt right at the time. It just felt right at the time.
You can't expect to reason with a snake
they only hear when ground around them shakes
It just felt right at the time. It just felt right at the time. It just felt right at the time. It just felt right at the time.
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Smithfield Bargain Los Angeles, California
Smithfield Bargain, a troupe of speakeasy folksters with sly vaudevillian charm, began in late 2009 when a sassy young lady in a pretty dress met two ruggedly handsome, stylish brothers in a room with a vacant piano. Tea was had. Songs were made. Ironically, sans piano. Then along came a wry jazz cat to lend a backbeat to their melodies, and extra pep in your step. And so it was. Just for you. ... more
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