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Galaxies Fade
03:56
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There’s a photograph inside my head of yesterday. The pieces fit together perfectly, I knew my way. The colors of the houses on my street, favorite bands and songs. Clock slices hours off like a knife, I’m holding on. There’s a photograph inside my head of our embrace. The sweetness of your breath caressing me, your fragile grace. Your perfume penetrating to my bones, intoxicating my blood. Your face evolving every hour, you give me love. I’m taking photographs inside my head of every glance. One days these photos will be tossed away when I am gone. Important headlines evaporate with specials of the day. What fools we are to think ourselves masters of the hours, galaxies fade.
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Treasures in the Sand
04:45
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One pearl of wisdom, one drop of water, one near caress of the scorpion’s tail. One rare oasis, mirage on horizon, the random song of the camel bells. This is my vision of a new adventure. Buried treasure in the sand. We are the new pilgrims searching til tomorrow for a new kind of knowledge of today. We are the new pilgrims exploring the old world for a new kind of passion. The danger is inside. Keep pushing onward. One misdirection and you’re lost. Beware the ambush. Beware seduction. Beware the daggers in your heart. This is the conquest of the suffering hero. Buried treasure in the sand. We are the new pilgrims searching til tomorrow for a new kind of knowledge of today. We are the new pilgrims exploring the old world for a new kind of passion. We are the new pilgrims.
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Rain Falls on the Mighty
03:31
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Carry that load, you’ve got a long way to go. Feel the weight, you’ve gotta ride the waves. Shift into gear, you’ve gotta take your joy wherever it comes. Cowards and heroes, emperors and slaves all end like willows in the wind. A little rain falls on the mighty. A little rain falls on the just. The rain falls on the faithful, the rain falls on the shunned. The rain falls on the broken, the rain falls on the drowned. The rain falls on the fallen. Carry that load, you’ve got a long way to go. Get your chin up, you’ve got no reason to cry. A break in the clouds will bring you into the sun, wherever it comes. Take it wherever it comes. Those perfect faces shining on TV hide the demons pissing in their souls. . A little rain falls on the mighty. A little rain falls on the just. The rain falls on the faithful, the rain falls on the shunned. The rain falls on the broken, the rain falls on the drowned. The rain falls on the fallen. The rain falls on the damned. The rain falls on the children. The rain falls on the king. The rain falls on the righteous. . A little rain falls on the gambler. The rain falls on the meek. The rain falls on the soldier. The rain falls on the shill. The rain falls on the sycophant. The rain falls on the whore. The rain falls on the talk show host in jail.
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She's Really Alive
03:31
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She’s the jewel in the crown, she’s my Little Caesar. She’s a diamond in the rough, she’s no Mona Lisa. She’s the hottest spice of all, take her as she comes. She’s really alive, she’s really alive. Dancing on the edge of fame, a penny Cleopatra. Giving blood and taking names, she’s the anti-diva. What you see is what you get, take her as she comes. She’s really alive, she’s really alive. She’s a creature of the myths, she’s a truth elixir. She’s the glitter on your wings, she’s your secret mirror. Laying it all on the line, hold her as she comes. She’s really alive, she’s really alive.
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Movie Star Blues
03:47
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Used to know all the movie stars. Used to know their films by heart, but now there’s a new star every day. Faces spinning in and out of my brain. Used to worship the silver screen, larger than the life I’ve seen, but now I’ve seen it all before. Even flesh and vice can be a bore. Look at me, all I want is your eyes on me right now. I ain’t got nothing to say. My hunger for your loves grows every day. Used to look to a magic land where heroes held fate in their hands, but now it’s egos on the take. Got to be a fool to buy these fakes. Can’t you throw in a little crumb of intellect or imagination so I don’t feel so dead inside? You’re emptying my favorite place to hide. Used to be that TV shows had characters I wanted to know, but now reality TV. Rea people scare the shit out of me. Used to be that magazines took me places I wanted to be, but now my fingers curl with rage. Fifty ads before the contents page. Look at me, all I want is your eyes on me right now. I ain’t got nothing to say. My hunger for your loves grows every day. Saw a neighbor on cop TV lying in a pool of blood on the street and I thought it looked like burgundy wine. Fifteen minutes of fame has its price. Crawled out of my video room down the street for some fast food, but I waited almost half an hour. The couch potato life has lost its power. Look at me, all I want is your eyes on me right now. I ain’t got nothing to say. My hunger for your loves grows every day.
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Diamonds in Sunshine
05:19
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Below the skyline, a grey line of haze. Gods and delinquents all wind through the maze. Forever circling shiny pieces of the past. Below the skyline, where futures come fast. Walking on night shade grown wild in the street. Millions of shoeprints from thousands of feet. Remember all who came before, voices from another time, allies and rivals pursuing the prize. Diamonds in sunshine. There’s a sword trust in the sidewalk. Many have tried to pull it out. Shake it loose, the truth will pour all over you and wash away your nagging doubts. Below the skyline, a curtain of rain. Hustlers and brokers in temples of trade. Paper and plastic in exchange for a little peace of mind. Below the skyline, where dreams collide. Diamonds in sunshine, dreams of sunshine.
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Big Red Seahorse
03:57
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Big red seahorse coming at me, addicted since my hippie days. Big red seahorse coming at me, grab the tail and sail away. “Welcome to hell,” he says, “please step inside. Welcome to emptiness, enjoy the ride.” Cannabis ants and circus creatures gnawing, licking at my face. Vicious plants and bottom feeders salt my open wounds to taste. One glimpse of heaven with each great escape. This POW goes MIA. See you at the demolition derby, darling. Big red seahorse coming at me, sponge my memories away. Big red seahorse beckons to me, calling from some hidden place. Blue jello air instead of oxygen. We’re picking berries from ceiling. See you at the demolition derby, darling. Baby are we having a good time? See you at the demolition derby, darling.
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Mushroomy
03:11
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Friends for Life
05:07
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Why can’t you say to me ‘I love you’? You used to say it all the time, I heard you. I’m just drifting through the void once filled by you. Why can’t you say to me ‘I need you’? I guess the pain in my mind abused you. Won’t you please explain what I did to you? Friends for life, I thought we were friends for life. Friends for life I thought, then one day you were gone. It’s true I ain’t no fairy tale, but here’s news for you: the jail you thought I held you in was built by you. So go ahead and stretch those wings, you’ll still be you. Friends for life, I thought we were friends for life. Friends for life I thought, then one day you were gone. Friends for life, I thought we were friends for life.
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Something in the Air
03:22
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Revenge of the Hippies
04:47
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And so the world didn’t turn out like you thought it should. You thought the world could be redesigned with peace and love. A diet of ideals don’t put no supper on the table. Utopia sounds good in song, but landlord wants to suck your money. You thought the world might follow you straight to the light. Just one wrong turn led you straight back to the shit pile. We all have to stay alive, gotta survive, no excuses. Say one thing, then do another. Hypocrite, what’s it to ya? Revenge of the hippies, revenge of the hippies. All that speed you shot baby, all those gardens you grew. All those records you bought baby, all those strangers you screwed. All those tee-shirts you dyed baby, all those banners you flew. All those rules you broke baby, all those slogans you spewed. Revenge of the hippies, revenge of the hippies. And when the world didn’t turn out like you thought it should, you bought a tie and embraced the enemy within. You’re a paper tiger, as ruthless as a junkyard dog. Wake up in the morning, forget you once believed in love. Revenge of the hippies, revenge of the hippies. Revenge of the hippies, revenge of the hippies.
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Church of Betty Brooklyn, New York
New York City's long running progressive world chamber rock ensemble performs innovative pop with rock band, sitar, bassoon, string orchestra and a chorus of soaring voices. "Brilliant" - Billboard "Irresistible" - New York Times
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