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Fingerprints #2
03:03
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When you start your stories
About the pale moon
Do you stop to think it through
Like I do
What do you do
When your keyed up
On some nervous stuff
And the headache comes
S you suffocate the headache
With another drug
Do you always believe in belief
If it's all important
I wasted time
Trying to glue your fingerprints
To this hand of mine
I would have lied
Had I done it right and
Held somebody else last night
I want the channel now
When you're back online
I'll just keep talking
Just keep talking all the time
Wind up maybe you believe
Yeah I want the channel
I want the satellites too
I want the dictionary, the volume knob, and the power company
Yesterday I had it set
I was alone inside my head
With no broadcast to contrast
My interest in the depths
Of my indoors
Just draw the blinds and close your eyes
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Wasted
02:53
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Wasted on the ride out
I've driven across this whole town
The one thing that I've found out
It's all about the intro
There's nothing better than a face you'd like to get to know
But it's all about the cashflow
So I was just about to tell you
Yeah I really meant to tell you
How I've driven across this whole globe
From Tel Aviv to Reno
I've seen a silent country
Scream so loud it's nothing
Somewhere a television blooms
In the desert of my bedroom
All I wanna say is
I just wanna say this
All I wanna say is
I'd be all abut the Benzos
If I could just depend on something
But maybe baby tells me
The finger cracked in her ring
And maybe baby tells me
I'm the iris of her late spring
But if all in fall starts falling
Will I still be your hayride darling
If all in fall starts falling
Will we vote the same way, darling
All I wanna say is
I just wanna say this
All I wanna say is
I just wanna say this
Wasted on the ride home
And I can't complete a sentence
Just keep talking like a rhizome
I've driven all across this endlessness
And disappeared and came back out
Dressed in part to please you
Naked never see-through
Never naked who we are alone
Wasted on the ride home
And I can't recall the address
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Made Sense
05:26
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It all made sense somehow
The way it was written out
That's how I took it in
The way time just kinda crawled by on his wrist
He said something's always something you can never quite tell what it is
It all made sense somehow
You could tell he had to get somewhere
Yeah you know he had an itch
But he just couldn't move the way the world around him did
So he said sit right still--I'm gonna
You can be my breeze kid
It all made sense somehow
The way he asked if I'd ever dreamt below the ground
Told him no, was it comfortable
Said pressure makes the diamonds, boy
At least this you oughta know
Why just yesterday I had a moment made of gold
So I took it home
Found out I didn't live there anymore
See, that's the thing about the news
It's always on a roll, or
You dream under the dirt
And never have to know
It all made sense somehow
How the rim of his hat
You couldn't trust it wasn't just another part of his brow
Like the thoughts he had, if he took it off, they'd come down pouring out
Nod to knock the grimace loose
He'd ask haven't you always seen me around
Not the corners of every object
It's penumbral which moves about
It all made sense somehow
Like it couldn't have some other way around
Like it was about now then, but it's about then now
When the sun slipped around the corner
Not even his shadow could be found
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Missed Apart
03:19
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Missed the part
Where the doors closed hard
Must have been the wind
Out there picking glances
Before winter sets itself in
Snow takes water's wisdom
And tampers with the paths
Of the cars and trucks
In the turnpike buzz
Just breathing out the past
Missed a part
So filled in with a longer stretch of road
Say the highway calls ya
You know you gotta go
Missed a part where the exit signs point off, get home
So filled it in with a longer stretch of road
Missed a part
So filled it in with a little bit of war
Fireworks on the news again
We must be getting close
Where the party's already started
So you know it all still flows
From some hands
Delicate and slow
Never touched them though
Missed a touch
So filled it in with the AM radio
Voices there won't deny you
When you need someone to know
Called a question in
Missed a part when I
Moved past the channel zone
Missed a part when filled it in then
Held together how
Missed a part and reached again
So let go
Let the wind roll out all the rope
Find the end's a guess
There's always more
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