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Baby Talk
03:59
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If you want
Baby talk
thats fine by me
no loss of sleep
If you want
Baby talk
don’t come to me
I walk I speak
If you want
Baby talk
you should see
won’t come from me
If you want
Baby talk
misread the scene
blind to the dream
there are two sides to everything
you can focus on the cost
or you can focus on the gain
it’s tough on a street where no one knows your name
it’s just as tough if everybody thinks they know your game
you ask stupid questions because you think it makes a statement
I keep quiet, rather be despised under a blanket
If I was entranced as it would seem by spinning rings
imagine how they’d spin under the gravity of dreams
there are two sides to everything
the balance is the wind
the echo when I sing
your power is the tool with which
you must out-think your fearing
there are two sides to everything
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Reemane
02:15
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Static trap, faithful minister of change, riverbed, water bearer will you please remain
thinking is the water it flows but one way
direction is determined not by reason but by weight
the progress of a living kind determined by the grade
of the mountainside, struggle is the move through which we make
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3. |
Sketchy Scene
02:01
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I’ll leave your house in shambles
Mind scrambled
Side of a hot road in flip flop sandals
When I’m home I burn candles
From both ends so I got no time for scandals
If you spent a day in my shoes you would be scrambled
Mind fried
Shoes tied wrong
No songs are happening
Ill twist up your twitches up in a bun-head masterpiece,
elbow grease is the fruit of the land
Care and love and justice flowing from the wizened hand
Milk and honey, water, flesh, flora, fox and pan
Flute melodies dance across the land
In topo map rhythms tumbling into tetragrams
That part only goes nine four time
Both rytm tear from your heart mine
at once melody enhances
brings forth the dances
try to move the party like the deer darling prances
I see your eyes doing their cursed play
following the feet of your next innocent prey
just another reason to be wary of romances
love is not a simple drug its pitfalls and advantages
if you don’t learn to play to your strengths you will be crushed
you’ll lose your feet and bust your ass go home on the next bus
but if you know the shape of your words you can speak
rebuking the cold death that gathers at your feet
if you know the shape of time then you can flee
but only when the symbol of the past sets you free.
That part only goes nine four time
Both rhythm tear from your heart mine
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Speak Truth
01:35
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You gotta look outside the blue in your eyes and get some light
You gotta look outside the blue in your eyes and get some light
You gotta focus on winning all your own fights
She said I want to bite but fright rules my life
Fear is the mind killer only yielding strife
You need something to fear you need a god or a wife
I’m scared enough of people in their own ways wasting life
I’m scared enough I’ll squander just the blessings that are mine
If god’s the universe the devil is the miser time
Illusions of urgency in cyclical regress
Manufactured panic fueled by spin from your heads
The celluloid scroll dictates a timeless tapestry
The testament of which bares witness to my mastery
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6. |
Flying Shoes
03:25
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the good white folks in oregon
don’t pick up the shit
that their dog takes in the park on a walk
demand your complete sympathy
for being wasted, dark or not
and they’re all like oh god
we buy everything on amazon
look here, america I’ll tell you
Your way to happiness
is a burning drifting spew
you gotta learn to love
for true
you gotta be you
…
for true
gotta love who you are
take pride up in that shit
what I don’t need is
principled legacies
of fear and hate
commanding our sympathies
oligarchs who count their waste
in damaged body parts
they do that shit in the dark
to bring you Japanese cars
…
what I don’t need is
machinations of malevolence
oscillating moral compasses
keeping bad folks mad
and rich folks fat
and tying up shopping bags
what I don’t need is your
doomed
doomed
society
I’m doomed too
that’s why I sing
for true
count me among the damned
everything counts
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One Flight
02:38
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Peace be with you son
May it shine on all your days
With the wind at your back
And a smile on your face
May your cup always overflow with good things
May your hear well each of the chromatic rings
And be adorned with the joy that spectral hearing brings
You are a star in the eyes of a storm you sweet gleam
You got a love that can turn the tide sure thing
You got a rain that falls real hard when you sing from the heart
You gotta living thing
You got a living thing
...
Be above the bullshit sister
Organize your heart with a song
Contemplate the excellent mystery
How we managed to stay distracted for so long
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(Instrumental)
Remix/Edit of "I Wanna Be Your Baby Now" by YOU
from the album "Mountain Portal"
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Austin Morrell Albuquerque, New Mexico
Austin Morrell
and
His Band of Merry Pranksters
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