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Don't tell your children about the nasty things we used to do,
though they weren't so nasty when we did them.
Mother was a good girl. She didn't sleep with boys.
Don't tell your children I was one of your victims.
Don't tell your children that every night was a naked Bacchanalia.
We're talking insatiable appetites.
We did things, I think, no one had ever done before.
We could have applied for a copyright.
You can pamper the children.
Pack their lunches.
Cut off their crusts.
Just remember,
though we're done with the past,
the past isn't done with us.
Don't tell your children about the nasty things we used to do.
They never need to know; you were a succubus.
More than once, you left me for dead. The children don't need to know.
A small price to pay for all that lust.
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Quiet Anarchy
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How many nights have I lay down with you,
a blanket of stars pulled up over our heads?
Whippoorwills whispered with voices like children.
What was it that those Whippoorwills said?
Chorus:
Don't you know that I love you,
with all my heart?
Don't you know that I love you,
with all my heart?
How many nights have I lay down with you
in a cloud burst of starlight that poured form the sky?
Stars fell like snowflakes. Stars fell like thunder.
Stars fell like lazy fireflies.
Chorus
The constellations slowly drift by
as we drift ashore in the shallow tide
of a lavender dawn swelling in the sky.
Chorus
How many nights have I lay down with you,
while stars, like wildflowers, all blossomed and bloomed?
We tilled the rich soil, and we gathered bouquets,
intoxicated by the perfume.
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Streamers and Haze
00:25
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Stenosis Fingertips
01:41
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Alaska
01:03
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A Year in God Damn Texas
02:15
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I've become the caretaker of my memories.
I have the keys
to my museum.
Chorus:
It's okay to be obscure,
just so long as you are sure.
Didn't you hear?
We're here for a year.
A year in goddamn Texas.
It's hard to let go of withered, failing, philosophies.
Lessons taught to me.
They became habits.
Chorus
Words, they're just noise we make.
Gibberish and babble.
Password and Scrabble.
They keep us awake.
I saw a full moon in a drunken sky,
way up high,
over my head.
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When the Desert Rains
03:22
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When the desert rains,
it smells of jazz and spice,
and what I might have been,
if I'd only known how.
When the desert rains,
ancient voices sing.
I think they're singing to me.
I'd like to sing along.
Chorus:
When the desert rains,
it quenches a thirst
I never knew I had.
When the desert rains,
it waters the garden
in places I've never been.
In places I hope to be.
When the desert rains,
rainbows bridge the sky
among the mountain tops
I ever dared to climb.
When the desert rains,
and a succulent breeze
blows through the cactus ...
stirs up my dreams.
Chorus
When the desert rains,
it smells of jazz and spice,
and what I might have been,
if I'd only known how.
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A Song
01:13
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Love, Love, Love
02:45
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... love, love, love ...
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Amelia Pond
01:22
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I'm a fucking Christmas miracle.
A festival of lights.
I'm a god damn celebration.
on a frozen winter's night.
Chorus:
Everyone is old and disappointing.
Everyone's conservative and boring.
Everyone's waiting on the Rapture,
I hope they packed a lunch.
I'm a god damned prayer meeting
in the middle of an August night.
Stars are falling like the Second Coming,
I'm baptized in the Northern Lights.
Chorus
After all these years,
is this the best that you can do?
You go to church and pray
a fairy tale will smile on you.
All you need to know is '42.'
I'm a garden full of fireflies
on mid-summer's night.
There may be fairies and flying saucers,
but there's no Jesus in sight.
Chorus
All you need to know is '42.'
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