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Outer View
03:00
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2. |
Hide With Me
03:52
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Lately, I've had some time to think
Drifting upon the North Stygian Sea
Trying not to be unseen,
I gotta get out from under the Underneath.
Lazy, is what they think.
I hide away from the light that they bleed.
Here is what I've long believed:
The prayers I've been praying keep falling down at your feet.
Will you hide with me?
(Prosperine)
Come on will you hide with me?
Crazy, I know what it means
To wander and want for what seems out of reach.
Tripping, when I try to speak.
I stutter and I shake and I'm feeling weak at the knees.
But it was you who could perceive
A life for us out beyond the trees.
Will you hide with me?
(Prosperine)
Come on will you hide with me?
Now that you're here
You say it's time to leave.
But before you go just think what it does to me.
Heavy eyes on the beach.
The Stygian tide is all I have to comfort me.
Lately, I've had some time to think
How much I would like it if you just come hide with me.
Will you hide with me?
(Prosperine)
Come on will you hide with me?
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3. |
The Doctor Watches
05:18
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Mentholated whispers over the river,
Porters of demon rum,
Liquor spills down this grand old bayou,
Easy when it's fixed for some.
Raise a toast to this free man's coast
And drink to your liberty.
Ride the tides of water and wine,
Speak easy so the law don't see.
All along the boardwalk the water starts to climb.
Steal a dime on borrowed time
The Doctor watches you.
His silver hand behind the band
Warm to play your tune.
Folded knives behind suits and ties
Business that's never done.
Spirits fly, another sign of the times
Beware when that levee runs.
All along the boardwalk the water starts to climb
All along the boardwalk the Doctor watches.
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4. |
Can't Take It Back
03:51
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I'm out looking for you on Route 120 West
Where a tone of tomorrow is sewn around your silhouette.
Asleep in the trees with the dreams that you painted red,
Shaking off the breeze and breaking in these boots again.
I can't take it,
I can't take it back.
Ride by the river just to give her a chance to regret.
The water and wind seems to sing "Je ne Regrette Rien."
Loud is the ground that we walk on and simmer in
The shouts and the sighs and the silent stubbornness.
We can't take it,
We can't take it back.
Time will take from me but I won't forget,
Though it seems all my dreams are between sand and silhouettes.
Every mile is hollow yet I'll follow you to the end
Through all I've found is the sound of half the love that you left.
You can't take it,
You can't it back.
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5. |
Shivers
05:41
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Eyes on the shallow bay
Shadows lurk right below the
Feel the water rising in my head
I gotta go cause there's nothing left.
Out here for far too long
Sirens sing but don't guide me
My mind is between the tides
Through the dark to the other side.
I got the shivers
They climb up take control
They creep up and shake my soul
Just got to take my time.
With the shivers
Finding that I can't let go
Seeing what I surely know
Is all just a part of my mind.
(Shivers have gripped my mind / In my bones
Shivering through the night / shiver on
All that I've left behind weighs on me / all night long)
Sun shines on the liquid floor
Sending me out in search of
A life that I thought I had
I'm looking out tied to the mast.
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6. |
Unresolved
04:02
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Summertime has gone
The trees have gone to sleep
She holds my hand and hums
A song about the leaves
Right behind the fog
Forms I can't quite see
And I've been trying so hard
To make myself believe
Under all it is
Unresolved again
All these odds and ends
I'm left to begin
Unresolved again
I am reaching for
I've kept a hollow log
For nights I cannot sleep
For poems will often crawl
From places damp and sweet
A cold city walk
A love you cannot leave
A light that glows alone
Won't tell me what it means
Under all it is
Unresolved again
All these odds and ends
I'm left to begin
Unresolved again
I am reaching for
She holds my broken hands
And stitches up the seams
The fog rolls gently in
My love slowly breathes
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7. |
Waves of Palomar
04:30
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Mr. Palomar is standing on the shore looking at a wave. Not that he is lost in contemplation of the waves. He is not lost, because he is quite aware of what he is doing: he wants to look at a wave and he is looking at it. He is not contemplating, because for contemplation you need the right temperament, the right mood, and the right combination of exterior circumstances; and though Mr. Palomar has nothing against contemplation in principle, none of these three conditions applies to him. Finally, it is not "the waves" that he means to look at, but just one individual wave: in his desire to avoid vague sensations, he establishes for his every action a limited and precise object.
Mr. Palomar sees a wave rise in the distance, grow, approach, change form and color, fold over itself, break, vanish, and flow again. At this point he could convince himself that he has concluded the operation he had set out to achieve, and he could go away. But isolating one wave is not easy, separating it from the wave immediately following, which seems to push it and at times overtakes it and sweeps it away; and it is no easier to separate that one wave from the preceding wave, which seems to drag it toward the shore, unless it turns against the following wave, as if to arrest it. Then, if you consider the breadth of the wave, parallel to the shore, it is hard to decide where the advancing front extends regularly and where it is separated and segmented into independent waves, distinguished by their speed, shape, force, direction.
In other words, you cannot observe a wave without bearing in mind the complex features that concur in shaping it and the other, equally complex ones that the wave itself originates.
-Excerpt from Italo Calvino's "Mr. Palomar"
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Phantom Edges Sacramento, California
Music homemade in the old world style where a medley of folk ingredients is pulled from the earth and ground by a rock, soaked in reverberated salt water, left to dry in a garage, then stirred for hours with compressed psychedelic intentions, strained, and steeped in an distorted sauce of secrets and memories, to be plated and served upon a bed of dreams for those I love. ... more
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