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Loch Lomond Album



2007
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Carl Sagan's calm attitude
Things are going well, friends coming home
and me, I'll be there soon

And it's hot and these cloths are wearing thin
And I'm riding backwards on our tree
And I'm carving letters on this tree

He's sleeping with bark ships on his tongue
And he's dreaming that his mouth tastes like blood
And now you're it, chasing chain link fences on our run
And no one, no one gives a fuck what we'll become

Pay attention
Pay attention
Pay attention
Pay attention

And I'm riding backwards on this tree
And I'm viewing the cosmos from our street
And I'm Chasing letters up this tree
And I'm riding backwards down our street
And I'm riding backwards down our street
And I'm riding backwards down our street

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Field report to you oh my god
Field report to you oh my god
I wasted your time

Field report to you oh my god
Field report to you oh my god
I wasted your time

Sounds of children laughing makes my eyes bleed
The sounds of children laughing makes my eyes bleed
and my heart

Teeter totters and daughters
Teeter totters and Daughters
are things I'll never have in my back yard
Cause I'll never have a back yard.

Field report to you oh my god
Field report to you oh my god
I wasted your time

Field report to you oh my god
Field report to you oh my god
I wasted your time

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Take my hands and make them straight
Take my hair and make it curl
oh they took one leg and the other one too
They took them off to make their glue

They piled them high by the canvas tents
they piled them high and even higher yet
Oh let the mothers go their own way
Let the mothers go their own way
"Death to Tyrants" he yelled real loud
He learned it in Latin to make the northern crowed proud
Oh they chased the boy down, dislocated his knee,
Aided by the trees and a bright northern light
They displayed his knees in a butcher shop
There's Joy-esque buzz as the mothers shop
And all the people sitting in the pews
Are going to burn in hell
They're going to burn in hell.

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Turn your head to the side
So I can
Fill your ears with tin foil and wax

Tie your arm to my arm
So we can
Make our plans for this slow, slow weekend

I'm a curse I'm a curse im'a curse on you
You're a joy, you're a joy, you're a joy to me
you're in love, you're in love, you're in love

Silver dollars on my little eyes
wash my face free of dirt
Lie beside my side and sleep

I'm a curse, I'm a curse, I'm a curse on you
You're a joy, You're a joy, You're a joy to me
I am a witch, I am a witch, I'm a witch

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When you're down in the mud and you're dying
And that day be far enough away
Cause you're up and all your friends are smiling
And they're singing, today's the only day

La la la la la la, etc.

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Waking up as I'm torn from my bed
Waking up as I'm torn out of bed
And now I'm floating
And now I'm floating
Waking up as I'm torn from my bed
Waking up as I'm torn from my bed
Happy Sunday
Happy Holiday
Now I'm floating
and now I'm floating
Happy Sunday
Happy Holiday
Astral projection
Astral projection

Why haven't you called
Why haven't you called
Why haven't you called
Why haven't you called
My teeth my teeth are covered in dust
My teeth my teeth all covered in dust
And maybe just maybe this shell is too small
And maybe just maybe this shell is too small
My teeth my teeth are covered in dust
My teeth my teeth are covered in dust
And maybe just maybe oh this shell is too small
And maybe just maybe oh this shell is too small
oh my teeth oh my teeth are covered in dust
oh my teeth my teeth all covered in dust

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Last night I had a dream
That I was a stripe
Running up your arm
Killing you at work

It's the speed of what's to come
It's the speed of what's to come
It's running up your spine and you won't let it go

Well I had a thought
That I was a vein
Running up your leg
Infecting your heart

It's the speed of what's to come
It's the speed of what's to come

Well it tears me apart
Well it tears me in two

Oh to wash my skin
Oh to wash my skin
Oh to wash my skin

Free from my day
Falling off my
Sink into the ground
Sink into the ground
Falling of my
Sink into the ground
Sink into the ground
Sink into the ground

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She built her house on the sand
and oh she paid her bills
until one day, her man, he died
and a fractured clan moved in

build stairs upon stairs and rooms upon rooms
and doors that go nowhere
build stairs upon stairs and rooms upon rooms
and doors that go nowhere

singing you're not going anywhere
and your not going anywhere
and you're not going anywhere without us
singing you're not going anywhere
and your not going anywhere
and you're not going anywhere without us

She moved one ten tons of bricks
from one side of this room to the other
tremors buck the land and wind whips the endless flags
singing we are men of the C
grew blue blood off the trade
until one day each of us fell and fall we did
our hearts grew black with silk and masks from the dutch tea C

Singing there is imbalance here
and there is imbalance here
and oh we've lost our trade

she moved one ten tons of bricks
from one side of her life into another

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When you're down in the mud and you're dying
And that day be far enough away
Cause you're up and all your friends are smiling
And they're singing, today's the only day

La la la la la la, etc.

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