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Hypocrite
03:48
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(( if i could re-write I would take out the word "slave" as i believe it is used too flippantly in this recording. ))
I say anarchy, you say hypocrite
i say burn it down, you say live with it
i see a wage slave, you see a pair of shoes
then i wear those shoes like i never saw the slave in you
OOOOooOooOoOOOoO
Not just a prisoner's problem
everyone could use a spare key
from the bottom to the top the whole food chain is hungry
lunging for prey that has long been extinct.
Canned hunts and staged brawls
cameras in shopping malls
catching the scenery - unseen and self involved
i see a shoplifter, you see a trophy room
then i find a way to get paid loading guns for you.
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1984
03:59
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You were born in 1984
In 1984 I was a "someday, maybe"
You were lanky and curious
At the turn of the decade
At the turn of the decade
I was a colicky baby
Baby, I grew up
In a still pond
Save for family vacation
You grew up
In a riptide
Of repeat relocation
And landed in my town
You landed beside me
Poor souls, all of those
Standing behind me
Lucky happenstance
Lucky routine
Blessed belief, all mystery easier
In light of these things
(((( It must end in opening )))))
It must fall from our shoulders
There must be a moment of light left to look for
When this darkness is over
(and)
The truth is the damage that's done has been done
But the one that I love, he remains the one
(and)
The only place I ever am soothed
Is when flat on my back - in a dark and empty room
Where I still see the past
I still speak to the moon:
How long does this last?
(and)
Are you coming back soon?
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Mariah
02:54
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Mariah Carey's on the radio
I make this car go as fast as it can go
I'm feeling awesome today.
Nobody knows what I do when I'm alone
No one would guess I know the words to that song
I'm feeling awesome today
The worth of a body is the life it contains.
My blood's just a liquid, my brain's just a brain.
So whatever happens is just what happens
I'm feeling awesome today.
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Andy II
03:10
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Andy, I don't think I can talk to you no more.
Every time I find a window you remind me of the floor - and i retreat
to my dark corner
lay me down across the boards
I'm in love with you all the way to my core
Andy, I don't think I can come outside today.
I'm a head without a body in a body I can't tame
and if I lift my hands to reach for you I'll surely float away,
I'm in love with you much more than I can say.
Andy I don't think you've seen the other side.
Some folks roll down hill with big grins, some just grit their teeth and climb
and I'm in hell across the water
What an untouchable divide --
I'm in love with you
remember if I die.
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Tattoo
04:12
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Let your song spill out.
You better thank the Lord for the mind alive enough to know
There's something to be thankful for
A life is a little like
Riding an ostrich
It's funny but perilous, so honey be careful. This
Is all you get
And when it's over guaranteed, you're gonna plead
To everything
"OH PLEASE!
Don't make me leave yet!"
But it's dark in the hearts of all empty cathedrals
And dark in the catacombs.
Silent and bleach-boned remains
Of short-lived, long-dead patriarchs
Having scratched out importance,
Have been scratched from the province
And delivered like infants
Back into a womb beyond existence
Assuming no resistance.
All systems must burn out.
Let your song spill out
Between the white stalactites in the cave of your mouth
I wanna see you
Strum and
Step and
Sketch and
Sauder.
Chop the wood and
Carry water
Be alive, be in awe
Be one billionth of a boulder.
The world's just a tattoo of God on God's shoulder.
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Tara Toms Pennsylvania
Tara Toms is vocalist, writer, and improviser from Pennsylvania. She is currently cataloguing and re-releasing her disparate
and digitally-scattered body of work.
Tara is known for her long-winded, heavily-harmonized love songs,
existential euphoria, linear melodies and circular conversations. She delivers all of her performances with a pinch of flippant twang.
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