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Something moves beyond the stars
A stellar, heavenly Body
(Its moving to reach your train of thought)
Shifting in time and bending space
A stellar, heavenly body
(Its moving to reach your train of thought)
Somewhere deep inside
Infinity's core
A body moves to find
Theres no home
Inside the heads of men (2x)
Inside the hearts of men (2x)
Moving between the waters there
A figure, reflecting all things
(thinking of everything at once and then in nothing at all)
Eternity takes its toll with time
A face aged, and showing lines
(thinking of everything at once and then in nothing at all)
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Wrote this because I could not sleep tonight
My mind was racing and I thought you might
Get this and make some sense of it all
Shuffling in my covers, my thoughts rang loud
Soft still shadows waiting in the dark
A thought reveals itself in the form of a face
I kept on talking trying to fill up space
And remove all the silence that was hanging in the place
where we...
Night comes as darkness and ignorance that looms
Light comes as wisdom, creeping through the blinds in my room
Light comes as wisdom, creeping through the cracks- from a blue moon
Images randomly appear before my eyes
Its hard to unravel what is truth and what are lies
Its hard to focus on these things that I feel
and determine in the end what is truth,
what is real
Yes I'll admit my thoughts keep wandering
but in the end, I'm left wondering
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Oh let’s go home just for a while
let us see we are not here
Forget what they say to make you stay
You’ll realize you can walk in two legs
I’m eating apple trees
that just grow in me
and I find they have no seeds
I’m finding gold in my ears
that displays my sins and shows I have no feelings
Oh let’s go round and round
in corporate games of success for oneself
we play everyday and day
about fairy of death for progress
I’m eating apple trees
that just grow in me
and I find they have no seeds
I’m finding gold in my ears
that displays my sins and shows I have no feelings
Yes Victor was dead today,
the fault was none
the balance just broke
we ought to buy another one before they see you play
cause is the only thing we seem to care
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Who knows what the seasons hold
Hopes and dreams to be bought or sold
Neatly folded and tucked away
For a chance to revel in a brand new day
I'm in need of something (4x)
Dream yourself a painting
Of how the universe should glow
In the end the meaning fades
Into shadows
Travel under the blue moon
Breeze it flows so high
To ensnare your senses
And bring forth your eyes
I'm in need of something (4x)
Slight of hand
Slips through the day
to grab hold of the growing fears
Hiding in the shade
of your mind
Your pretty little mind.
We are in need of something (4x)
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Stella fragile eyes that don’t cry
Stella vanity covers your smile
Many people would come and say
That love is something you haven’t met
They touch your back and give you smiles
They give you hope that doesn’t last
Stella faded beauty I admire
Stella the train won’t come till you ask
From time to time we are lost
No preach that can give us any hope
Pretending we can reach god
Just to realize we are all the same kind
Stella anxious eyes that paint time
Stella soft cheeks that cannot be mine
I see you again laying hope
In mountains that don’t even walk
Dancing around some dwarf
Looking for some comfort
Stella those heels that don’t seem to wear out
Stella something in you I can’t live without (despise)
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You’re in tip top form
clean as a whistle
you're dressed for the occasion
pressed and tailored
mother would be so proud
Yes we're building an altar
in the church of logic
for vanity, greed and lust
that sort of magic.
"For your convenience
we will broadcast through the telly
and you'll have a chance to catch
what you know already”
Take a good look my dears (2x)
These shall be your idols
True perfection in the flesh (2x)
Its best to live through others(2x)
It requires much less effort
------- For the listener to read --------
This is what you wanted the whole world will be pleased
Under Knifes and needles we will provide change
This is what you wanted There was beauty underneath
There was skin fat and bones and a trace of soul.
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Why… do I whine like a bitch?
Why… like swine being slaughter
oh god I have it so easy
in my first world lounge
my waist is swollen with fat
just like a baby with parasites
get away you wide eyed child
I’ll sleep your brown face away
Why… should I bother to care
My… it’s to dreadful to care
bye bye bony baby back to your
third world drought
Goodnight forever
The flies will drink your tears away
You’ll have flies to drink your tears away
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One day you play at slides and swinging chairs
You never ask what you are doing
When you grow up to be your old man
Testing my trials on the playground globe
Thinking the world is mine to own
My agenda was to engage in brawls
Bicycles,
roller blades,
marbles games
and charades
I owned no watch,
I open space and time
I nurtured my needs,
everything seemed for free
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Dorothy I wanted to kiss you
so much
But someone we know
was such a cock block
I wanted to go with you
but somebody took me away
instead
drinking wine with orange flavor
orange flavor cups
and singing Flaming Lips songs
over up my strung guitar
Dorothy
I wanted to kiss you
so much
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Tonight I think I’m going to see your dreams
Tonight I think I’m going to witness how you pee
Strange behavior allows me to be someone but not me
Bizarre people I finally get a chance to meet
Tonight I think I’m going to disappear
Tonight I think I’ll become a puppeteer
Small wooden soldiers will be the army of me
Oh how can I tell you I like being Malkovich
Taking a step forward
My fate is controlled by me
Rushing in monkey business
Gets me nowhere near
Tonight I think I’m the vessel for another puppeteer
Say what you want to say, today you are inside of me
Taking a step forward
My fate is controlled by me
Rushing in monkey business
Gets me nowhere near
Tonight I think I’m going to disappear
Tonight I think I’ll become a puppeteer
Small wooden soldiers will be the army of me
Oh how can I tell you I like being Malkovich
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This is the story of a man
who lost his voice in a car crash
This is the story of a girl
who lost her son and then herself
Mothers got an aching head
she lied down and then left the world, instead
Who would have thought, I say who would?
If they revealed the plan, would you've understood?
Unforeseen circumstances
Have got me bleeding on the ground
I guess out here, I'll have to take my chances
With the starving hounds
This is the story of yourself
(The colors leaving the tips of my finger)
We've came for you and no one else
( I'm getting chalky, pasty white)
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I guess I’m not as bold as I thought
for you can see right through me, love
Oh yes I stared into your eyes
and I saw my reflection, love
and within the spaces of your lips I
could hear a murmur.
My oh my how you revealed
My lack of purpose
I’m under the sun
And feathers
are falling
Over me
The shadows has gone
From the things I know
Oh and how you were so quick to feel
The undauntig task of the need to reveal
My inner weakness at my expense
You waltzed right through my line of defense
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You say you are in your prime
but the evidence shows
you have yet to set the world ablaze
You say that art endures
And that life is brief
But you have yet to amaze
Alexander beat you to it (4x)
A heavy lady makes you old
And drags your aging bones
Up and down the street
All the while the universe expands (3x)
And in your room you continue scheming your plans
Alexander beat you to it (4x)
Your head feels heavy
And sleep is not too far away
Dawn looms in the horizon
But in the corner of your world the sun fades.
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The ties that bind us
Are not strong anymore
The restraints that
kept us together
have come undone
Tied by our wrists
It was evident
We would get nowhere fast
The season has come for a parting (2x)
Held fast by our wrists
And running in opposite directions
We managed to dig ourselves
A home in the same place we were standing on.
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Mr Hans has something to say today
I don't care I'm there
close my eyes
open mouth
spit him out
then ran out
Mr Hans wants to have a coffee break
I don't care I'm there
raise his cup
throw it out
at his waist
then ran out
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There was no denying it. The realization had settled in…in that dark corner of our gelatinous brains; well before the recordings were finished. And after knowing what we still know now, we decided to press forward. Our realization, (which will undoubtedly be yours too as you listen to this), was that we were complete amateurs in the whole sense of the word. Without expectations of making the next "Pet Sounds" we gathered our ideas and put together this little "Lo-FI record-that-could" you now hold in your hands.
We wanted to be Los Tres, The Pixies, Café Tacvba, Modest Mouse, and The Flaming Lips. And even though we didn't sound like any of them, for the small moments in which we were recording, we felt we were following in their footsteps. Looking back in retrospect, even though we wanted to follow in their path, we ended up forging our own little crooked path, parallel, but still a couple hundred miles behind them.
A Peruvian guitar with a broken neck, put back together with carpenter's glue, only to have it break again; a classical guitar with holes in the body and a now fading sticker of Speedy Gonzalez; and a hand-me-down guitar with a bold "Jesus Rocks!" sticker on the case. These were our weapons of choice. Our salvation from our everyday routine. The occasional piano was added here and there, whenever we could find a room that had one available. And on top of all those guitar chords and piano melodies, on top of all that madness, we decided to add our voices and attempted harmonize our vocals. Sure, we weren't classically trained, but we gave it a shot because we figured "what the hell!"
Hell, the people we had come to admire were fearless and after all, we were following the whole D.I.Y ethos: "Au-naturale si-vous plais!" "Fuck it," we thought, "no one is going to hear this anyway!"….
I am satisfied with this CD not only because we created what we thought was music but because in it we were able to encapsulate a period of our lives. In it you'll find melodies which we thought reflected an emotion-something worth recording... because even after playing it, it still lingered somewhere in our heads. Experimentation was key, and it was our only rule. We sang through harmonicas for vocal effects, played with the volume knob on an acoustic pickup to get swooshing sounds (see Piano Diabolico), and recorded an entire solo only to put it in reverse and see what would happen
Go on, give it a listen. It's like that song you like, but the rest of us cannot stand. It's like when you sing to yourself in the shower, or when you are all alone in your car. It's a guilty pleasure. A pleasure only you could enjoy; something unrevealed to the world for fear of ridicule. If that's how you feel, then you are in good company. Maybe if we get lucky you'll like just one song, and after all is said and done, wouldn't that be a pretty sweet victory?
For the full effect and all the little nuances, however, we feel that it is necessary that we remind you that ((((((Headphones are Required)) )))).
Enjoy the trip,
