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Ithaka
04:04
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ITHAKA
Sun is rising like a warning / in the rosy-fingered morning
Sirens on the rocks/ but that is nothing new
Don’t pretend that you have something else to do
Get a bit of bench and grab an oar or two
Cannibals will try to eat us / Circe will all but defeat us
We’ll be turned to swine / but you all know the drill
Don’t pretend you have some other role to fill;
You’re going to come along—you know you will.
Who will be on hand to greet us?
Who will we encounter on the way?
When will we arrive in Ithaka?
Will the god Poseidon drive us down?
Will the Sirens lure us till we drown?
Will we ever see our Ithaka?
In between the whirlpool and the rocks
In between the shudders and the shocks
Hiding from the monster with a single eye
Naked on a beach beneath a naked sky
Now more than ever seems it rich to die
Who will be on hand to greet us?
Who will we encounter on the way?
When will we arrive in Ithaka?
Will the god Poseidon drive us down?
Will the Sirens lure us till we drown?
Will we ever see our Ithaka?
Parasite suitors // Arrogant looters
Laying waste to our domain
They will be scattered // They will be shattered
When we bend the bow again (when we bend the bow again)
When we repossess the homeland
When it’s once again our own land
Will we look around and wish for something more?
Will we wander down among the ships again,
longing for another distant shore?
Who will be on hand to greet us?
Who will we encounter on the way?
When will we arrive in Ithaka?
Will the god Poseidon drive us down?
Will the Sirens lure us till we drown?
Will we ever see our Ithaka?
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2. |
Down Like Bill
03:13
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DOWN LIKE BILL
A fever of frost has covered the street
You reach for his hand and you rise to your feet
Who in the world were you planning to beat, little man?
Down like Bill.
An icicle dagger that threatens your eyes
You reach for the veil that disguises the prize
Who in the world did you think you'd surprise, little man?
Down like Bill.
Under a bowl of white August sky, breathing the dust,
Wipe off the sweat, wipe off the tar, the scars and the rust,
You do what you do, you do what you can, you do what you must.
Down like Bill.
A circle is forming on top of the hill
Tempered by time, disaster, and thrill
If it hasn't gone, you'll find it there still, little man --
Down like Bill.
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Hummingbird
02:07
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HUMMINGBIRD
A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel --
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal
This is Emily's secret word
She's talking about a hummingbird
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head
The Mail from Tunis -- probably,
An easy Morning's Ride --
This is Emily's secret word
She's talking about a hummingbird
A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel --
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head
The Mail from Tunis -- probably,
An easy Morning's Ride --
This is Emily's secret word
She's talking about a hummingbird
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COLORLESS GREEN IDEAS SLEEP FURIOUSLY
I called up Keith Richard's doctor
To see what he had for me.
He said, "I've got this, and I've got that,
And I've got a few of these."
Where do you wander, dark red familiar,
On the shining yellow path?
Colorless green ideas sleep so furiously,
Sleep so furiously tonight.
I was betrayed by Rita Hayworth.
Barbara Stanwyck left me here.
Greta Garbo did a mambo.
Jean Arthur shed a quiet tear.
Where do you wander, dark red familiar?
Are we now to part at last?
Colorless green ideas sleep so furiously,
Sleep so furiously tonight.
With vague gestures of resistance
I announced my latter mind;
As for faithful sister,
Though we kissed and missed her,
The greater task was still behind.
Stephen Dedalus
Goes ahead of us,
Forging the conscience of his race.
Colorless green ideas sleep so furiously,
Sleep so furiously tonight.
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One Easy Rider
05:11
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ONE EASY RIDER
Crows fly high over the wheatfield
and they scatter to the sky before the paint is dry
Oh, Theo, Theo, Theo, hover gently
as he tries to make his loud heart quiet down
Three roads, three different destinations –
Three roads, and no choice left to make
And he would pray for one easy rider
who would stay to fight again another day
And he would stay for one easy rider
who would hold his hand and never go away
Oh, the little ones both are safely stowed
with bowls of goodness lying by their heads
Instructions have been left for every detail
and the queen is in her hive, just barely still alive
You contemplate your final inhalation
with a certain kind of mounted exaltation
And she would pray for one easy rider
who would stay to fight again another day
And she would stay for one easy rider
who would hold your hand and never go away
Bearded and weird above the waters
swaying like a sailor on a leave
You’ll never meet your Henry’s sons and daughters
tho’ there are more of both than you’d believe
You’ve tried your hand at every medication
You take a leap and bet on levitation
And you would pray for one easy rider
who would stay to fight again another day
And you would stay for one easy rider
who would hold your hand and never go away
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6. |
A Crash from Far Away
02:58
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A CRASH FROM FAR AWAY
She – had stopped her medication;
She – was tuned to a new station.
So you drove her downtown, she talked all the way,
She talked about this and that –
She started to rant, she started to shout,
You knew she would soon attack!
And the heat came on like thunder, and it nearly pulled you under,
And you heard a crash from far, far, far away
She – was fussin’ and a-cussin’;
She – was set to kill her husband.
So you called the police, the black and white came,
You thought nothing need be said –
But they just shook their heads, they couldn’t do a thing,
The woman “had posed no threat.”
And the heat came on like thunder, and it nearly pulled you under,
And you heard a crash from far, far, far away
She – door locked and window steamin’;
She – communing with her demon
So you looked at the sky, you looked at the ground
It looked like you were stuck –
You didn’t know what the hell you could do,
You were shit out of luck
And the heat came on like thunder, and it nearly pulled you under,
And you heard a crash from far, far, far away
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7. |
The Way I Do
03:37
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THE WAY I DO
On the steps // on the same old steps //
sitting on the same old steps again and thinking about you
On the street // on the same old street //
walking down the same old street again and thinking about you
And when I wake, I’m thinking about you
And when I sleep, I’m dreaming about you,
Wondering if you feel the way that I do
Asking around // hanging out and asking around //
asking if anyone happens to know what you like to do
And when I wake, I’m thinking about you
And when I sleep, I’m dreaming about you,
Wondering if you feel the way that I do
Wondering where you’re going, wondering where you’ve been,
Where you’ll be tomorrow, and where you are now, of course
Catch your eye // trying to catch your eye
Trying to catch your eye and smile and just say hi
And when I wake, I’m thinking about you
And when I sleep, I’m dreaming about you,
Wondering if you feel the way that I do
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8. |
Like Anne Boleyn
02:15
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LIKE ANNE BOLEYN
Mr Mystery's got a clue
And it's all about you
All about you and how your garden grew
Round like Anne Boleyn
Chambered Chamberlains disagree
How it all came to be
Came to be all too plain to see
And round like Anne Boleyn
Oh, you can't afford a lie
and you can't afford the truth
and you should have kept it at the knee
More's getting antsy
And Wolsey popped a cork
And Wyatt's going out of his tree
Wyatt's going out of his tree
Mr Mystery holds the key
That binds or sets you free
But what's the use to you of liberty
When you're round like Anne Boleyn?
Mr Mystery sees within
What's to be and what's been
Knows the consequence of every sin
That's round like Anne Boleyn
Oh, you can't afford a lie
and you can't afford the truth
and you should have stayed at home in bed
Father's getting antsy
And brother popped a cork
And you're going to lose your head
You're going to lose your head
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EVERYTHING THAT'S SOLID MELTS IN AIR
Rise to the occasion; the occasion will surely rise to you.
Rose-colored spectacles abandoned, and their rosy point of view.
Ruse of the masters proves chimerical beneath your steely stare
And everything that's solid melts in air.
Rude and reprehensible, according to the canons of the past,
Raid the crooked hoard accumulated in the era before last,
Ride upon the tempest, its flashing eyes, its floating hair,
As everything that's solid melts in air.
Rote repetition founders, forcing us to speak the naked new.
Write the new apocalypse, speak the unarticulated truth.
Root and branch, root and branch, root and branch, there is nothing you need spare
As everything that's solid melts in air.
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TAKE A LITTLE TIME TO BLEED
There’s a tongue in every head.
There’s a life in every seed.
As you walk in the land of the dead,
Take a little time to bleed.
And when you do, you’ll gather ghosts
They will speak their truths to you
Cup your ear to hear what they will say.
Throw your arms out to tomorrow.
You’re living in a world of speed.
Do not dwell within your sorrow
But take a little time to bleed.
And when the ghosts come close to you
Place a drop upon each tongue
Cup your ear to hear what they will say
It did the trick so long ago, in the dear Odyssean day.
Have a little faith in me – it’s the ancient, hallowed way
You are the child of a bold, bad age,
Trembling in your bold, bad need.
Join in when the heathen rage,
But take a little time to bleed.
And when the ghosts come close to you,
place a drop upon each tongue.
Cup your ear to hear what they will say.
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