1. |
Pass It Along
03:10
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For Years or so we’ve held tight
With our many notes scattering about
We piggyback through dazes of laughter
Travelling elsewhere we go on
For we’ll be back
To hit the bucket for breakfast
Quarried bits of joyfulness
Taken from what good this is
The wonderbots take you and us
away from appropriate roses
Travelling elsewhere we go on
For we’ll be back
To hit the bucket for breakfast
My over under turned ladies
Maybe you’ll see me
And we can be three again
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2. |
The Shakes
03:42
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My un-reactions cause you to crumble
Away towards stillness is how I take it
Either side losing a tear between the liar’s decision
Is it all surrounded for the right reasons
Hidden below the aftermath
Sigh a few more up to the floor
Goes the life of my lover
Pull away, you dare not say
The ending words to my lover
Tossing and turning, I fall into
a writers block
Off goes the first layer of sheets
scraping against my wooden knee
Sigh a few more up to the floor
Goes the life of my lover
Pull away, you dare not say
The ending words to my lover
Is it all surrounded for the right reasons
Hidden below the aftermath
Sigh a few more up to the floor
Goes the life of my lover
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3. |
The Octopus Song
02:33
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Beatles watch out for the gate
Opening to the octopuses garden
Deep deep below, over the hedge hop
Reach over the sea to see for yourself
of what the flying pigs are talking about
Your gonna get get get get dead
The octopus is gonna get fed
All your blood is gonna be red
Before another word is said
Fly if you wish, row if you dare
Grasping over the side for more air
He’s heading close, beware of your feet
for the tentacles will suck your
nose to the ground
Your gonna get get get get dead
The octopus is gonna get fed
All your blood is gonna be red
Before another word is said
Play time has finished and so has the dog
Down he goes through the magic say
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4. |
A Crowded Underground
02:42
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Cheeks pounding
Teeth rattling
Alongside the agony caught in the net
Flat head
Wide eyed
Fools for the roadside pick-up
Weary destination finds its beginning
Tough luck finding your way
through topsy turvy mountain sides
Leading the lines out of order
‘So simple’ greets the man
with strange hands in this pockets
Gazing the everflowing passageways
on cobble stone foot
Alines the missing pleasure of own free will
Follow the leader on blindfolding hops
Pass by the bicycles yelling HEY PICASSO
Left turn over tapestries of broken-down cities
Leading you past in the distance
Nowhere gets you someplace else
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5. |
They're On Their Way
02:54
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Let the ground be
under your foot constantly
silent about the whispering
light piercing away
all a blur behind us
into what we want it to be
Let words speak for themselves
who linger almost suddenly across our own page
Maybe should I think of what could have been
or what I’ve doen to be treated this way
Ignored is what they call it
passing by as if air catches an interest
That’s what I said
but no?
Let the ground be
under your foot constantly
silent about the whispering
light piercing away
all a blur behind us
into what we want it to be
Let words speak for themselves
who linger almost suddenly across our own page
Maybe should I think of what could have been
or what I’ve doen to be treated this way
Ignored is what they call it
passing by as if air catches an interest
That’s what I said
but no?
They’re on their way and their ready to go-oh-oh
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6. |
Bellside Highway
03:31
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Standing man
Slam that punch line to the ground
Grin in hand
Swallowed past the pump
Left ‘em through the bellside highway
Before you head my way
Standing man
Slam that punch line to the ground
Grin in hand
Swallowed past the pump
Left ‘em through the bellside highway
Before you head my way
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What is it that we’re listening to?
The static of sounds fusing together to form
clouds in the sky
Where did that last pulse go?
Back to the beat from trash cans rumbling
and explosions in the sky
Let that record play on
Through the million songs it has to bring to life
Where did the last pulse go?
Back to the beat from trash can rumbling
and explosions in the sky
Where was I when your sound evaporated in
thin air amongst the many untouched
stereos
Where did the last pulse go?
Back to the beat from trash cans rumbling
and explosions in the sky
Dislikes never thrown up to catch or grasp
Left to fall beneath our feet
Ears reaching from all sides of us
Aroused by what they can’t hear
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8. |
Cellar Door
03:02
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Yelling is for those who can’t stand what’s beneath the endless tanglements being cast off
Hopefully you won’t become the frustration that has turned into these feuds over the butter dish
Can’t you tell what doesn’t fit through the doorway?
Trusting me with not knowing what should be trusted
See across the horizon and not just through your distorted hour glass
But I’m left here looking for what completes my 256 worded puzzle
How is this possible to wait any longer
For the caterpillar up on his mushroom is collecting your taxes, burying your dreams
and taking that last piece of cake
My snail, my life don’t place it under the wrong sign
Awaiting the expectations of what behind the book
Yelling is for those who can’t stand what’s beneath the endless tanglements being cast off
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9. |
A Secret Love
03:18
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Flying their spereate ways into the eye of fate
Here stands a vision in pink, unlike what you think
Across the widening path waddles a stunning beauty hidden in the tall grass
It was a secret love affair and they met half way
between marshes and bedrooms is where they lay
wing and wing on they went
eating sushi under an umbrella tent
Helga was his name
Other than that his rubber feathered heart spoke for itself
never would he know how this flamingo and chicken came to be
until their yellows and pinks collided
It was a secret love affair and they met half way
between marshes and bedrooms is where they lay
wing and wing on they went
eating sushi under an umbrella tent
Flying their spereate ways into the eye of fate
here stands a vision in pink, unlike what you think
across the widening path waddles a stunning beauty hidden in the tall grass
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10. |
My Wool Blanket
03:18
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I hide away in my wool blanket,
Sinking the day-dreams into a heap
Beside my feet, the chills burrow in
Tiring these thoughts down deepens
Our love calls out in minor sixes
Far beyond our reach.
Back to back we run in hope
To catch a moment’s loss
Call this, old habits sake
Luring me back with less hold
Caught in the strands sewn tight
We let the undecided lead ahead
Our love calls out in minor sixes
Far beyond our reach.
Back to back we run in hope
To catch a moment’s loss
I lay awake in my wool blanket
For I am wrapped in love.
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11. |
Babushka
03:17
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We tree-sitters in the living room
cast away a glance
Lakritze, Ya Rooski, Babushka
Foreign frenzies send you black
to overlooking pasts
We take it
Faxes we make in sync
Lakritze, Ya Rooski, Babushka
Empty record racks
lay on the living room floor
Bit by bit goes Zappa’s ratz
in mouthfuls of memories we swallow
Lakritze, Ya Rooski, Babushka
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12. |
Umbrella For Tears
02:23
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Blocking my expectations to end all a blur
Will you come with me back to where we will fall
into the piles of our thoughts
Standing here, calling out to get your attention
But unrecognized emotions spill over the table cloth
Uncontrollably we love
Tears are the only sign of confusion
and hope for the best
Each drop falls the same way
as I am falling for you
Hold this umbrella with all our might
and embrace all the mistakes we’ve had
Look into the waterfall of your loving eyes
In the waiting room unexpectedly
trying to get out of this mess
Will you tell me if everything is lost down the drain
or will I be hurting even less
Blocking my expectations to end all a blur
Will you come with me back to where we will fall
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Lampshades & Offlights Halifax, Nova Scotia
At the ages of 15 and 16 - Julia, Tucker and Pauline started with only two acoustic guitars and their own voices. Over the next four years they continued writing songs and expanding their musical horizons. Our first and only full length album tells the story of our growth together. ... more
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