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Hallo To Me
02:58
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Sitting here alone
And all comes back I see
How she waves goodbye
Is more than just a memory
The sun comes up
And says hallo to me
Hallo hallo to me
I see the core mood
She says that's the price to be free
To be free, to be free, to be free
Everyday I see sides of a still around me
Love just for the christmas car looks out of me sadly
The sun comes up
And says hallo to me
Hallo hallo to me
I see the core mood
She says that's the price to be free
To be free, to be free, to be free
Downstairs I walk into the light of day
Close the door and her she's gone
There's nothing more to say
The sun comes up
And says hallo to me
Hallo hallo to me
I see the core mood
She says that's the price to be free
To be free, to be free, to be free
Close the door and her she's gone
There's nothing more to say
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2. |
Buffalo Billycan
03:25
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3. |
Jove Was At Home
02:34
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Jove was at home when Mary Mag
Saw the world for the very first time
And I could have sworn
Hermes brought the word
To the house that is mine
The moon brought her cyan to the home of the lion
With lanterns of amber and jade
The sun swung below
Beaming a glow and the fish swam away
With a swoon
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4. |
Happily Unemployed
03:06
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Smoked salmon and champagne
Know nothing 'bout the prices
I don't know what a crisis
Bad luck? A stuffy nose?
A headache or stress?
Take some wip express
I'm happily unemployed
Jobless but paranoid
They might have work for me
The doctor says I'm seeing ghosts
Lots of leisure time
Don't you think it's magic
Some people find it tragic
All royal families
They must feel pretty useless
65 and toothless
Not me I'm busy now
When I don't sleep I fool around
Only in the Congo work is, you might have heard
A 1 2 3 four letter word
The problem is the Congo is too far away
And maybe I won't get my sleep out every day
Or money for my big bouvier
My Chevrolet
I better stay
It would be very stupid if I went away
I'm happily unemployed
Jobless but paranoid
They might have work for me
The doctor says I'm seeing ghosts
Well 2 or 3, but I don't care
I'm a flat broke millionaire
Thanks to welfare
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5. |
The Cry Of Eugene
04:31
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The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be felt to wander
Rends the atmosphere with despair
His sense of urgency asks who
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder
The cry of Margaret with the golden hair
Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair
The two in harmony of voice and mind
Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder
The voice of Eugene cuts through air
His gaze commands everyone to wonder
The words he speaks dispel all care
But Eugene is always there
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
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6. |
Baby Stay For Tonight
03:03
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7. |
Cardboard Watch
02:29
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Carve another notch in my cardboard watch
Can't reach my mind and where I'm at is hard to find
Funny man say get on this couch and talk away
What can I do, oh, what can I say
I'm upside down, my world is going round and round
It's like a dream where things are not all as they seem
What can I do, oh, what can I say
Playing games in the park at midnight
Trees of yellow and grass of up-white
Carve another notch in my cardboard watch
Can't reach my mind and where I'm at is hard to find
Funny man say get on this couch and talk away
What can I do, oh, what can I say
Playing games in the park at midnight
Trees of yellow and grass of up-white
Carve another notch in my cardboard watch
Building up a dream from nothing in my mind
The struggle is extreme, building up a dream
Am I getting old, better take it inside
Better come and go and leaving no sign
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8. |
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Let's go away
And not come back again
Until the poorest of people have money to spend
Bring your own lunch
Arcade and a mountain
I'll have some tangerines
Persimmons and lemons
Let's go away
And not come back again
Until the poorest of people have money to spend
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9. |
Girl From New York
03:17
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She came from New York in the summer
We went to the zoo
She said that London was lovely
We had a good view
I called her at four in the morning
She came to the phone
We met in a park as the dawn came
I picked her a rose
Some how we found the time
To love each others mind
Peanut butter's fine
She came from New York in the summer
We went to the zoo
She said that London was lovely
We had a good view
And now she's gone away
I'm waiting for the day
When she will be mine
I called her at four in the morning
She came to the phone
We met in a park as the dawn came
I picked her a rose
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10. |
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My windowpane is a little cracked
One day I'll mend it wipe away my tracks
I met a crab today in my backyard
I tried to smile but it was too hard
I watched that crab from way above
From Beirut's mainland to the shores of love
Her eyes are reeling wheeling feeling through my mind
My name is Stanislas
Your face is kind
I'm going to take you
Take you, take you, take you to my home
Of faded purple and ancient gold
I could trim the garden if I felt inclined
Or I could buy a dog and lead the blind
Inside the kitchen or beside the fire
It's much the same the flames don't get no higher
Her fingers touched me stroked my eyes ran through my hair
My name is Stanislas
Your face is kind
Take me, take me, take me to your home
Of faded purple and ancient gold
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11. |
Lady Of The North
04:21
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Flying high above the clouds
We lay in the grassy meadow
The earth was like a pillow
For our dreams
Trials never entered into any conversation
That was the relation of our dreams
As a change in the wind must come
Over the mountain
And the seasons roll under the sun
Passing the shadows of our dreams
Flying high above the clouds
We lay in the grassy meadow
The earth was like a pillow
For our dreams
Trials never entered into any conversation
That was the relation of our dreams
As a change in the wind must come
Over the mountain
And the seasons roll under the sun
Passing the shadows of our dreams
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