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Oh, the time that you broke down and told me that one dream
Your eyes a bit misty and so sincere
Where the rivers were veins so relentlessly pumping
And the sky was a monster made out of tears
I recall when you woke up and told me another
If huge uncontrollable helium hands
And an antelope's heart and a quiver of arrows
Were the gifts that you got from the primitive man
Or the time you were screaming and sweating and crying
Dreaming of a ride in a leaky raft
Down the rivers, the veins so relentlessly pumping
Deep in to the heart of the primitive man
Deep in to the heart of the primitive man
Deep in to the heart of the primitive man
One two three stop
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You'll always have smokes if you always give buckets of love
Like little sad Tad who was living on beetles and grubs
He ha d blued eyed merle
And loved an Indian girl
Lived alone in the war wet field in this corner of the world
You'll always eat bread if you always have seeds to sow
Like old Zen Ben who lived with a murder of crows
He wore a crown of beans
And a belt of weeds
Slept alone in the warm wet fields on a bed of mustard seed
You won't lose the beat if you just keep clapping your hands
Like sweet sweet Pete who clapped for the Ruminant Band
He had a broken lung
And a bit-off tongue
Lived alone in the warm wet fields under moon and under sun
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I was born in Tegucigalpa the only day it ever snowed there
Was a frozen wave that killed the yucca and the Adam's fig
I always seem to bring the cold anywhere I ever go
That's just the way it's always gonna be
My family moved us ever northward up to the terra borealis
Along the crooked pikes of the ruminants and voyageurs
But my heart belongs to the smoke of Hamilton and Monongahela
And all the dirty cities along the way
But you know they all lied to you
Them there with the spider eyes
I'll always keep you warm
I'll always treat you nice
I was floated in just this morning
Woke up a thousand miles from nowhere
I'm a broke-legged paint in a herd of unicorns y'know
I always seem to bring the gray skies every time I ever fly
From all the dirty cities along the way
But you know they all lied to you
Those folks with the spider eyes
I'll always keep you warm
I'll always treat you nice
I'll never snow on your parade
I'll never snow on your parade
I'll never bring a cloudy day
I'll never snow on your parade
Thank you all so very much you crossers of the many time zones
But I'm heading back to the place that makes sense to me
'Cause my heart belongs to the snows of Buffalo and Chicago
And all the dirty cities along the way
Wow, and all the dirty cities along the way
Oh, and all the dirty cities along the way
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Climb up with me to the monkey's nest
And lay your head upon my rattling chest
Give you lovely lonesome head a rest
In the beautiful morning light
Press your lips upon this hornet's kiss
And I will blow the tiny spider off your wrist
You're the only one I wish to lay here with
In the beautiful morning light
In the foggy waning dawn
We breathe frosty breath upon
The branches of the holy tree
Just you and me up here
So climb up with me to the monkey's nest
And lay your head, lay your head upon my rattling chest
Give you lovely lonesome head a rest
In the beautiful morning light
In the beautiful morning light
In the beautiful morning light
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Throw you pelts in to the lake
You know you gotta burn that fox and stoat
Throw away you sleeping bag
Throw away your woolly winter coat
Crumble up you cigarettes
You'll be barefoot walking through this world
So leave your boots beside the road
And give your blanket to the hobo girl
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There's a man who lives on the sun who makes it hot for everyone
Make you run around like a ship in the shallows
Make your whole heart come undone
And you'll come back as the soil before you come back as a soul
And you'll be worn away by the rain and the rivers
Before you have the chance to go to the great unknown
But you are not alone
Being on your own
There was a man from the end of the world
The weary weird end of the world
And he lost his grip on the very last clip
And fell dreaming of his best girl
And he came back as a goat before he came back as a ghost
And he was worn away by the rain and the rivers
And he found himself on his own
But he is not alone in being on his own
There is a light at the end of the line where everything's defined
Help you get your grip and you fly to the ether
And you'll finally be just fine
But the man who lives in the sun has got it out for everyone
Makes us run aground like ships in the shallows
Makes our whole world come undone
And we'll be on our own
But we are not alone in being on our own
We are not alone in being on our own
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Back when I was first on my own
Before I had me a love before playing in a band
At the tender age
Not old enough to drink but the best age to get drunk
You were all in the world that I had
Just me and my unusual friend
Playing songs to the magic box
'Til through holes in the old rotten roof snowed the cold light of morning
Back when you, substitute for girls
Surrogate for good and the passer of the time
In the aching dehydrated dawn
With my bruised up heart on the mend
And I'd hold you in my had
Yeah I'll miss you my unusual friend
I knew that if you stuck around
One weird warm night you'd sneak in my room and kill me
And then float out my lungs on a breeze
But I'll miss you my unusual friend
'Cause you were all in the world that I had
Yeah I'll miss you my unusual friend
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He got lonely every time the cantina lights came up on the Indian Casino Queen
'Cause he'd loved her from the time she'd been the waitress at the Mexican place where he'd left his keys
She'd been there smiling at the lost and found
Then he took her to see Three Dog Night
They were playing at the fairgrounds
Holding hands singing "Joy to the World"
She was way too young but he did not care
He was all right with cashing in a few fine moments before his broken heart kicked in
He died a little bit each time the night came in
And the stars fell over Michigan
'Cause held loved her at the bar when he saw her dancing to
"I Could Never Take the Place of your Man"
Then he'd come over to his usual spot
Soon they were making out at 3AM in the empty parking lot
They lay together under the burnt out stars
She never loved him back
I wasn't even close
But he was fine to just pretend
That it was never gonna end
And it was worth it just to know
A little warmth before the snow
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Be the gumdrop deep in the rock
Be the stoic bird
Be a milling dollar bill
Be a four letter word
Be the light of the slivery moon
Be the blessed breeze
Be the one who will do what thou wilt
Who will do as you please
Be the sun with the broken beam
Be a poison frog
Be the last Przewalski's Horse
Be a dove or a dog
Be the light of the slippery moon
Be the blessed breeze
Be the one who will do what thou wilt
Who will do as you please
Be the weak and willowy wisp
Be the granite peak
Be the poison from the viper's fang
Be the tear of the deer
Be the light of the slivery moon
Be the blessed breeze
Be the one who will do what thou wilt
Who will do as you please
Be the one who will do what thou wilt
Who will do as you please
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Baby open wide you got the light in you
Can't gimme too much love
I always really thought you never gave enough
But now there's too much love
But can't give too much love
Babe I'll be the blanket on your feather bed
I'll be the lump of sugar in your tea
Everybody knows that I depend on you to gimme too much love
So baby give the lantern to the fireflies
And gimme too much love
Roll on down the road 'cause I've been needing you to gimme too much love
Babe I'll be the blanket on your feather bed
I'll be the sweetest apple on your tree
Everybody knows that I depend on you to gimme too much love
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The place where I was born is a vague memory
Like the flakes in the snow of a broke-down TV
It could be in a big city in a beautiful dell
With a red corn silo or a broken church bell
The girls would all be pretty and the men quiet and strong
The autumn is beautiful and summer not too long
Rains of May would come pouring down in the mud
The last thing I'll do before I call it quits
Is probably dream just a little bit
But nothing too hard on my sweet fadin' mind 'cause everything is gonna be just fine
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