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In my head, there's a city at night
Static gauge, with the rush and the lights
United's concourse you look very fine
But this place here is no friend of mine
And what you know can only mean one thing
And what you know can only mean one thing
Rooted to the place that you sprang from
And this dirt was a building before
Shut it down before they opened the doors
Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry
What has passed, we'll just leave it behind
And I rode horse-shapéd fire dragging stereo wire
And we rode chemicals until the breaking of dawn
And I rose over a town raised up by the sound of its drone
And I rose higher like horses, but can't make the horses
Lay down
This place here is no friend of mine
What's passed, we'll just leave it behind
And what you know can only mean one thing
And what you know can only mean one thing
Rooted to the place that you sprang from
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well into the desert you must go
so into the desert we go
call it a ritual
call it whatever you will
and you will grow mad at me
as naturally as branches on a tree
call it a ritual
call it whatever you will
and you know
they will swing swing their swords for show
while you turn your flower petals so slow
you said the desert will eat us alive
i said i'll make the decisions you just drive
you just drive
and i saw the windmill wings were gone
and i heard the wind come creepin around
call it an act of easy mercy
to tear the structure down
call it whatever you will
call it whatever you will
cause you know
they will swing swing their swords for show
while you turn your flower petals so slow
but i am amazed at how they go
i am amazed at how they go
but i am amazed at how they go
i am amazed at how they go
but i am amazed at how they go
i am amazed at how they go
but i am amazed at how they go
i am amazed at how they go
but i am amazed at how they go
i am amazed at how they go
so call it whatever you will
call it a ritual
call it whatever you will
you know
they will swing swing their swords for show
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Language City is a bad, old place
We all know
Where eyeballs float in space
We all know
We were tired, we can't sleep
It's crowded here, none of us leave
Language City don't mean a thing to me
Audiences, the same program is always on
I'd infer, it's best to avoid the law
When your wife wakes up and sees
Shut the blinds and block out the street
Language City don't mean a thing to me
All this working
Just to tear it down
All this working
Just to tear it down
Language City is a bad, old place
We all know
Eyeballs float in space
We all know
We're tired, we can't sleep
It's crowded in the street
Language City don't mean a thing to me
I been here so long my heart is a parking lot
Hollow feet rooted to the spot
But the fields are beyond belief
From tower out to where I can see
Language City don't mean a thing to me
All this working
Just to tear it down
All this working
Just to tear it down
On the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
Someone's counting the hours
In a paper room
In a paper room
In a paper room
Somebody's counting the hours
Know I know it's true
From above this room
Somebody's counting the hours
The hours
The hours
The houuuuurs
Oh the long bitter road
Let us down
Oh the ringing telephone
There's no one around
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
We are not at home
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
Hang on the telephone
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The dying way was nearly dead
By the time we reached the water's edge
We saw the river beating on the river bank
Oh the way that it held us in our river bed
It's cold, it's dark
It's not for people with uneasy hearts
But if you're with me on the other side
Strike up the band, we have survived
Until they beat that drum to get you back home
Until they beat it to keep you away
Don't be surprised at your regrets
Don't feel surprised that the water made you wet
There's a shallow down river where the water will forgive ya'
So distend your luke warm bets
Follow me
Oh follow me
Allow me to play the voyager
I'll try to keep you as dry as the hollowed out tree
That he would be wrapped in another man's purse
So take a dive
Oh take a dive
Oh take it out on the stepping stones that make the water rise
Take a dive
Oh take a dive
Take that hair out of your damned eyes
While the waves are away at the Summer Delk Bay
Till they beat that drum to get you back home
Until they beat it to keep you away
Will you burn your bridges down
Singing la la la la la la la
Will you burn your bridges down
Singing la la la la la la la
Will you bang your drum to the brazen sound
Singing la la la la la la la
Will you turn away
How can you turn away
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California dreamer
Tell me why did you go
I carved your ever fading figure
In to the ever dying snow
I'll be around, I'll be around, I'll be around
Like a teenager in town
Where all the other young lovers are found
And I think I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow
And you were dreaming of Los Angeles
While I was singing songs you wrote
You quietly gave away the winter clothes I made for you
While I made angels in the snow
And I would have looked if you'd just asked me to
Or come to me before the preacher
Now you're a survivor
And I just thought I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow
I thought I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow
Until the young stay pretty, 'till the pretty stay quick
You know well you never surrender
The city doesn't belong to you anymore
California dreamer
You dream of seasons that never die
You go to oceans that never touch the ice
You dream of seasons that never die
You go to oceans that never touch the ice
You dream of seasons that never die
You go to oceans that never touch the ice
Of my singing summer creatures
Stay forever and ever
And I think I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow
Oh I think I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow
Until the young stay pretty, 'till the pretty stay quick
You know that you gotta' surrender
The city doesn't belong to you anymore
California dreamer
I'll be around, I'll be around, I'll be around
Like a teenager in town
With all the other young lovers their mothers may have found
California dreamer
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Darling please, let's get out of here
On to a train to who knows where
I've got a feeling that I can't explain
We had to leave this place, we won't go back again
Getting tired of landscapes, we're just floating
Rolling past the grey estates
What put the fire in his stomach out
What moved its hands all across your mouth
Through the window let the neon sing
In place of telegraphs that don't mean a thing
And we crawled off to our destination
Rolling past the grey estates
Rushing through
And your world, and your world, and your world
It's just a minute away
Rushing through
And your world, and your world, and your world
It's just a minute away
So let the needle on the compass swing
Let the iron in your heart's blood ring
Strike up the band as the ship goes down
And if it's loud enough, they will erase the sound
Well one hundred thousand sad inventions
Let them rot inside the grey estate
Rushing through
And your world, and your world, and your world
It's just a minute away
Rushing through
And your world, and your world, and your world
It's just a minute away
I'm half awake and the world is ending
All across the border just a minute away
I'm half awake and the world is ending
Across the border just a minute, just a minute away
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In this house
There’s no order
There’s no loss of love out here
If it’s over
I know I called
Out to you
Something is haunting these four walls
You know it’s true
I will crawl
Right back to you
Under the smoldering summer sky
I’ll be there soon
I’ve been told
Of the new fast days
There’s some rule to break but I don’t think twice
We’ll be there soon
Well all that’s a man
Has trickled out
Let me breathe
All that’s a man
Has trickled out
Let me leave
All that’s a man
Then we hold
My heart is clean
Like a crater moon
And the sea
I’ve got clean moon
I’ll be true
True to you
We may consume ourselves but I don’t think twice
I’ll be there soon, so...
Well all that’s a man
Has trickled out
Let me breathe
All that’s a man
Has trickled out
Let me leave
All that’s a man
Then we hold it
Uh oh, oh, there’s nothing here
Uh oh, oh, there’s nothing here; here
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Time after time
You will forgive me
Like an animal in your care
But give it time
You will outlive me
And take the bow back you put in my hair
Made a parade of myself in the street outside your house
For the New York photographer there
I fell for crime and I fell for beauty
I fell for you because you're the only one that cared
And when I die
You can put on costumes
In the style of the clothes I wore
And sing the songs your lover taught you
When you were too young to know that this was what they were for.
La la la la. La la la la. lalala [x2]
Like some dead relative
You will remember me most by my funeral
And all the beautiful toasts you made
Take back the spade
We've both been filling up our days like we were filling in a grave
You let me hang, hang, hang around
You put your ribbons in my hair
It's in this language that I found
I am an animal in your care
An animal in your care
An animal in your care
An animal in your care
It's in this language that I've found
I am an animal in your care
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[Dan] While stone wither our hearts beat regular time
Well the landscapes don't
The rivers flowing by
We're just drifting on my long hands to the sky
And a captain, oh he is never denied
I heard them singing out from shore, hands at the sides
One battle rifle overhead to tear at the sky
We're just drifting on my long hair with the flies
And the captain, oh he is never denied
[Spencer] As if you didn't know that it would sting
Kissing the beehive
And pissing down the mountain side you believe in the rain
As if you didn't know that it would sting
Kissing the beehive
And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring
Sing
[Dan] Well we lay
On frigid shores of light
Leaving nothing in his bitter care, oh
Something strange
It calls tonight
Still we leave nothing in his bitter hand, oh
[Spencer] I wish I could believe in you
Crashing all the weddings wearing white
We all hate the light lord baby
It's all right, it's all right
I wish I could believe in you
You held your cap in the air and you called it a guitar
You put your face on the glass and you called it good cinema, oh
As if you didn't know that it would sting
Oh, oh, ohhhh
Johnathan, Johnathan
Waterfalls are running thin you know
Here's a holy grail for you to hold
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
I'm not a wild party
I'm just in union at the show
Put the ring back on and take your husband home
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Radio, radio
Why did you leave Virginia's side
It's an alibi, we all know how the music died
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Johnathan, Johnathan
Waterfalls are running thin you know
Here's a finger made from me for you to hold
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
[Dan] Estranged from the captain's light
And his bitter hand
Estranged from the captain's light
And his bitter hand
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