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What's there left to do but let the anchor go
Picked up and blown away by winds that never know
Maybe I'll see you all when I've blown round the world
I'll just have to see where I will be hurled
Crowns are smashed and broken
Thrones are firewood
Hieroglyphic horrors
I never understood
Pipe dreams in the sewer
Floating out to sea
Balene Bonanza
So I realized with a heavy heart
To participate first I had to start
But I am inside a turducken cell
No cake and no file and never any mail
There's no going back to El Dorado
Crowns are smashed and broken
Thrones are firewood
Hieroglyphic horrors
I never understood
Pipe dreams in the sewer
Floating out to sea
Scoff it down
Crowns are smashed and broken
Thrones are firewood
Hieroglyphic horrors
I never understood
Pipe dreams in the sewer
Floating out to sea
Balene Bonanza
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Frenzy
04:22
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You just have to take to the air
Coz in the ocean and on the mainland
There's no open arms for you there
Coz your point of view hasn't been canned
They will strip you just like a cow
Eaten by piranhas in frenzy
You better keep your feet off the ground
Coz when they get a look at you, they'll be
Trying to make cadavers agree and feel love and get on a knee
Trying to make cadavers agree to live on land or die in the sea
Live on land or die in the sea
You just have to take to the air
Coz in the ocean and on the mainland
There's no open arms for you there
Coz your point of view hasn't been canned
Trying to make cadavers agree and feel love and get on a knee
Trying to make cadavers agree to live on land or die in the sea
Trying to make cadavers agree and feel love and get on a knee
Trying to make cadavers agree to live on land or die in the sea
Live on land or die in the sea
Live on land or die in the sea
Live on land or die in the sea
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I had a face
Pasted in place
Made out of paper paste and paint
It wasn't bad
I felt like I had
All of the mannerisms great and then the rain
No not again
Syco
I'm in the castle on the hill
Syco
Watching the town
Wearing my crown
Made from an ice cream container
I'd study them all
I'd see how they'd fall
And it would never reoccur and that would stick
It's quite a trick
Syco
I'm in the castle on the hill
Syco
Syco
I'm in the castle on the hill
Syco
Syco
My mother knows and loves me still
Syco
Syco syco syco syco syco
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4. |
Please Walk Away
04:58
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We've got to move things along
And let you know what is wrong
We'll take the wheel
The paints are thrown at the wall
Has no control as it falls
Please walk away
We'll take the wheel
We've all moved on
You gave us all your best days
But losing touch
That isn't wrong
It's time that you walked away
You're up there with all the greats
But now your eyes are third rate
We'll take the wheel
We've all moved on
You gave us all your best years
But losing touch
That isn't wrong
It's time that you walked away
It's time that you walked away
It's time for you to walk away, walk away, walk away
It's time for you to walk away
It's time for you to walk away, walk away, walk away
It's time for you to walk away, walk away
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5. |
Galapagos
04:31
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Your world can take its victory medal
I'm happy in the stands
Phantoms will dance and celebrate it all
Enjoy the marching band
You are a storm from which to take shelter
I won’t anthropomorphize
It's money for old rope in your universe
But that world has metastasized
Shoes are walking, lipstick talking, gloves are tapping phones
Pants are riding, shirts residing, they're all hiding bones
Your world can take its victory medal
I'm happy in the stands
Phantoms will dance and celebrate it all
Enjoy the marching band
Shoes are
Gloves are
Pants are
They're all hiding bones
Shoes are walking, lipstick talking, gloves are tapping phones
Pants are riding, shirts residing, they're all hiding bones
Shoes are walking, lipstick talking, gloves are tapping phones
Pants are riding, shirts residing, they're all hiding bones
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6. |
Never Ending Glory
03:05
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Never ending glory
Algae in bloom
Smothering the fishes
It's all for you
Won't be complete till you are the last alive
But who'll witness all the golden words arrive
The thing you're after
Well, you're the crafter
But if you're not careful, one day
You're gonna go and get your way
Nobody wants that
Never ending glory
Algae in bloom
Smothering the fishes
It's all for you
Won't be complete until you are the last alive
But who'll witness all the golden words arrive
End well, don't foul your life
End well, don't foul your life
End well, don't foul your life
I said now end well, don't foul your life
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7. |
Quest for Fire
02:45
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Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
But he's a child
Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
He's too young so
I'm on a quest for fire
It's gonna change my mind
I'm on a quest for fire
But I just can't seem to find
I've got a different story, but I'm no liar
I'm no liar, I'm no liar
Cause and effect are things for gods
Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
But he's a child
Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
He's too young so
Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
But he's a child
Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
He's too young so
Lend me the time
Monkey's hurt
Monkey talks fine
He's too young so
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8. |
Here There Be Tigers
03:18
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Tell the kids there's tigers and that they rule
Sure it's cool to love but the world's a fool
And the kind of folks that wind up on top
Are all rotgut whisky, they're soda pop
Here there be tigers
Here there be tigers
Tell the kids to just keep on looking round
Keep an open mind, but don't watch the ground
Fairy tales are all just pie in the sky
Yeah, here there be tigers they'll catch their eye
Here there be tigers
Here there be tigers
Here there be tigers
Here there be tigers
Tell the kids there's tigers and that they rule
Sure it's cool to love but the world's a fool
The world's a fool
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9. |
F Plus for Trying
04:39
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As soon as I wake up
I know I must rake up
The scales that the planet has shed
The piles keep on growing
The seeds keep on sowing
A new world has grown on the bread
And money won't fix it coz that only tricks it a while
I could be a Buddhist, but that's just a robot with style
There's an f plus for trying
There's no use in denying
Better luck with the next thing
As soon as the birds sing
I must start confessing
Just where I fell short in the plan
Perfection blows a kiss
And manages to miss
It slips every time through my hands
And money won't fix it coz that only tricks it a while
I could be a Buddhist, but that's just a robot with style
There's an f plus for trying
There's no use in denying
Better luck with the next thing
There's an f plus for trying
There's no use in denying
Better luck with the next thing
Well let me add, your project had some bells and whistles that were nice
But on a whole you did just roll the dice
There was no rhyme or reason; everything just seemed to be made in the night
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10. |
The Naked Hours
02:30
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