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01/30/2007 |
1. | Some Loud Thunder |
2. | Emily Jean Stock |
3. | Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles In The Air And Burning? |
4. | Love Song No. 7 |
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6. | Upon Encountering The Crippled Elephant |
7. | Goodbye To Mother And The Cove |
8. | Arm And Hammer |
9. | Yankee Go Home |
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11. | Five Easy Pieces |
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Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles In The Air And Burning? |
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How'd I arrive in a place like this?
Red [?] right hand as the alligator kiss.
My head is [handshake's?] white
And my face is green
But my feet are still moving if you know what I mean
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
SAID DANCE!
Let's go.
He says to me to shake around
[?] in the ground
And I know it is not how you thought it would be
No hips, no change just dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing...
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
SAID DANCE!
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
SAID DANCE!
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
SAID DANCE!
Alright
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Upon Encountering The Crippled Elephant |
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Goodbye To Mother And The Cove |
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Some songs see us sailing away.
Navigating foreign borders, and climbing the waves.
Someday your secret will be revealed.
Either one you're thinking of when the sun goes down into the water.
We're struck by the still of the moon.
Hanging up there in the sky as though a balloon.
Anchored by an astronaut's patriot tune.
We will buy the ship and fly to the land that would be rediscovered.
Well-designed and clever disguise.
We'll retreat to the bottom of the sea.
We were destined to live out our lives underwater, you and me.
We'll escape beneath the violet sky.
Clouds come and night falls.
You seem different on my mind.
Upon an endless trail of desire.
You'll never realize that we have gone, we have gone right out of, out of sight.
Well-designed and clever disguise.
We'll retreat to the bottom of the sea.
We were destined to live out our lives underwater, you and me
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