1. |
Wheels
03:29
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Cold sparks distant borderline
Guided movement implied design
Infinite mass expanding time
Deftly trading secret signs
Captured glimpse of wheels within wheels
Scattered light as the film unreels
Dancing shadows and shifting scenes
Merrily splitting at the seams
Empty words in stolen forms
Dark clouds gather implying storms
Dripping softly and changing size
Confusion chaos waters rise
Captured glimpse of wheels within wheels
Scattered light as the film unreels
Dancing shadows and shifting scenes
Merrily splitting at the seams
Velvet folds and locks askew
Familiar faces seen as new
Silent strangers forgotten names
Long lost pieces of childhood games
Captured glimpse of wheels within wheels
Scattered light as the film unreels
Dancing shadows and shifting scenes
Merrily splitting at the seams
Recognition dawns
The veil parts on what's gone
From out the blue
I remember, that it's you
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2. |
Those Were The Days
04:14
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Lived up on the mountain where the wormwood grows
Down a dirt road where nobody goes
Had a stick cabin and a girl named Rose
Oh, how those were the days
Had an old rifle and a yellow dog
Singin' to the mornin' watch the driftin' fog
Spring of cool water by a rotten log
Oh, how those were the days
Reflections bent by the shift of the glass
Sweetness of the honey of flowers long passed
Held it while I could but it didn't last
Oh, how those were the days
Oh, how those were the days
Temptation and the wine in the highland pines
Saw a mountain girl and I made her mine
Guess I lost track of the passin time
Oh, how those were the days
Some trust God, some the deeds of man
Trust once it gone, it don't come again
Now I'm left here rememberin' when
Oh, how those were the days
Reflections bent by the shift of the glass
Sweetness of the honey of flowers long passed
Held it while I could but it didn't last
Oh, how those were the days
Oh, how those were the days
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3. |
Silence In The Woods
05:33
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The farmer met the ancient devil on the road
He looked maybe a thousand years old
Tomorrow, my friend, sit down and hear my tale
An army needs a flag, a ship needs a sail
The song is all but over, but the tune it lingers on
Whispers in the shadows while you labor in the sun
A little bit of heaven, a little bit of hell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
Never been so sure of things as they appear
The imp of the perverse whispered in his ear
They're all just lazy dwarfs trampling on a drum
Keeping awkward time until the kingdom comes
The song is all but over, but the tune it lingers on
Whispers in the shadows while you waver in the sun
A little bit of heaven, a little bit of hell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
The song is all but over, but the tune it lingers on
Whispers in the shadows while you waver in the sun
A little bit of heaven, a little bit of hell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
All the world's in darkness, it's leaking from the source
Spreading like a stain, it has to run its course
Go off and meet your maker, balloon without a string
Carried on the wind, unplanted seed in spring
The song is all but over, but the tune it lingers on
Whispers in the shadows while you waver in the sun
A little bit of heaven, a little bit of hell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
Like the silence in the woods when all the leaves have fell
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4. |
Fences
04:28
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Ironclan in ego, drifting far from shore,
rambling set to frustrate, surely bound to bore
Bring me all your faithful, false brothers in the dawn
Counted like the stars at night, first light all are gone
You know, you're right, it's never hazy
The turnkey must be getting lazy
Through loyalty, fear, greed or habit
No work for all my fun, no work for all my fun
Illusion of the senses
Cartoon walls imagined fences
Illusion of the senses
Cartoon walls imagined fences
Mazes set to whirl, mad dash through open door
Fat cat got his cream, spillin cross the floor
Music is a liquid, dryin' in the sun
Counting bubbles in the stream, in fragments what was one
Angels, restless, sleeping at the wheel
Beggars wishes, taken, yours to steal
The joker laughing grabs his recompense
Fairly taken with a gun, fairly taken with a gun
Illusion of the senses
Cartoon walls imagined fences
Illusion of the senses
Cartoon walls imagined fences
Privateers, bankers, out in the cold
Bows listing port, water in the hold
Bailing bucket shamelessly a flail
Paid the piper beat the drum, paid the piper beat the drum
Illusion of the senses
Cartoon walls imagined fences
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5. |
Simple
05:25
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My mama calls me simple, it's plain I ain't that smart
This face ain't made for Tee Vee, I ain't no good at art
I'd like to have some peace of mind, I hope that you'll abide
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
When I wake up in the mornin', I have to go to work
Make money for some CEO, or self-important jerk
If I work me extra hard, I'll get to stay on late
Gotta have them OT hours to put food on the plate
My mama calls me simple, it's plain I ain't that smart
This face ain't made for Tee Vee, I ain't no good at art
I'd like to have some peace of mind, I hope that you'll abide
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
I come home to my room, it's a good thirteen by nine
Kitchen's down the hall, but the bathroom is just mine
Better than a one man cell, or a slap up in the face
For a thousand bucks a month, I got myself a place
My mama calls me simple, it's plain I ain't that smart
This face ain't made for Tee Vee, I ain't no good at art
I'd like to have some peace of mind, I hope that you'll abide
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
Workin' while the world is burnin'
Time's up but we must keep earnin'
Payin' just to feed the vermin
All the while, wheel keeps turnin'
Well, some folks pay for privilege, some folks pay for ass
Other folks they scrimp on by, on rent and food and gas
I'd like to think I knew a way, to help to make it right
Takes all I got when I come home, to make it through the night
My mama calls me simple, it's plain I ain't that smart
This face ain't made for Tee Vee, I ain't no good at art
I'd like to have some peace of mind, I hope that you'll abide
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
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6. |
Only Twenty-Four
05:07
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Now I won't keep you for very long But I think I got something to say
I think maybe things have gone wrong And they don't have to be this way
Now I ain't got all that much But some got none at all
Some got folks to hold their place in line A little hand up on call
Cause there's only 24 hours in the day And there's only 7 days in the week
And there's only 52 weeks in the year And if I give them all to you
What's in it for me? What's in it for me
Ain't nothing in it for me Ain't nothing in it for me
Now folks are gonna do what they gotta do And people gonna do what they wanna do
Now if I don't wanna do what you want me to do
You're gonna have to make it so I have to
But there's only 24 hours in the day
And there's only 7 days in the week And there's only 52 weeks in the year
And if you spend them all on me What's in it for you
What's in it for you? Same thing that was in it for me
Don't waste your time on me Don't waste your time on me
Now I have kept you for far too long And I said what I got to say
You can take with you this little song Now please be on your way
Cause I ain't got all that much But what I got is time
I'm not quite sure just how much I got I best better keep what's mine
Cause there's only 24 hours in the day And there's only 7 days in the week
And there's only 52 weeks in the year And if I spend them all on you
What's in it for me? There's nothing in it for me
Nothing in it for me
Nothing in it for me
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7. |
I Need A New Dream
05:43
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Along any highway, any road
Where dapper scoundrels bum their rides
Worn, ragged soldiers grin and bear the load
Upon their lonesome hides
Holy popes and children share a cigarette
Faithful masses turn an eye
Shattered sanctuaries of bold neglect
As midget madmen figure how not why
I need a new dream, I've seen this one before
Got my eye to the keyhole, ear to the door
In their Sunday best, selling saviours door to door
I've seen this one before
Kissing babies, shaking hands
Sweat dripping panty lust
Golden caskets just filled with sand
A hungry stare, a sagging bust
You know me, I'll just take what I can get
Well, freaks and conmen chuck the jive
Fill my squander time with cold regrets
As midget madmen figure how not why
I need a new dream, I've seen this one before
Got my eye to the keyhole, ear to the door
In their Sunday best, selling saviours door to door
I've seen this one before
Sandstone castles filling flush with rain
You should have known, you read the sign
A burlesque sideshow where pleasure is pain
Pound the rest once I've got mine
What's the point, I haven't got it yet
A homespun preacher sings to the sky
Backing up his words with empty threats
As midget madmen figure how not why
I need a new dream, I've seen this one before
Got my eye to the keyhole, ear to the door
In their Sunday best, selling saviours door to door
I've seen this one before
I've seen this one before
In their Sunday best, selling saviours door to door
I've seen this one before
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8. |
Twenty-Five Miles
02:09
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Twenty-five miles an hour away, I started running at break of day
Reckon to catch me there'll be a price to pay, to take my body down
Got pulled up quick, had to take that ride, now I'm left running for a place to hide
Worth the price, let you decide, well I'm heading out of town
Once I knew what was right and wrong
Had the answer but it been too long
Heard fortune calling like a sirens song
I'm helpless to her cry
Packing a pistol in the dead of night
Do what I say, don't put up a fight
I get the cash and you get a fright
And we'll live another day
Now some say what is done is done
Some take what they want at the point of a gun
I'm a wanted man living on the run
I best be on my way
Once I knew what was right and wrong
Had the answer but it been too long
Heard fortune calling like a sirens song
I'm helpless to her cry
Some say what is done is done
Some take what they want at the point of a gun
I'm a wanted man living on the run
And I best be on my way
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9. |
Perfect In Disguise
04:06
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You cut me to the quick, you take me by surprise
Your fickle smile of wit, convicts my fool's devise
The rain upon my skin, a plot that's stretched too thin
Flawed is perfect in disguise
The world in which I dream, forgotten new at dawn
A jewel encrusted plain, truth out rusting on the lawn
An unstable plot device, a scent of sage a hint of spice
Flawed is perfect in disguise
It's all I've got to give, the only show in town
There's one place left to go, no other way around
Folly takes me at great last, a shallow sign in high contrast
Flawed is perfect in disguise
You're saccharine sweet in lust, a bitter flame in rage
Fleeting thought in whimsy, verse stranded on the page
Twisted lines that you inspire, a taste of shame secret desire
Flawed is perfect in disguise
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10. |
Candy
03:44
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Hot topic candy girl thinks she's the only game in town
Light show queen she'll lay em down to win her dime store crown
Fuzzy boots and fairy winds, white gloves are on her hands
Dishplate eyes and flashing thighs she gyrates where she stands
Dance so hypnotically all sassafras and smile
Absurdity and harmony her plastic sense of style
Dance so hypnotically all sassafras and smile
Absurdity and harmony her plastic sense of style
Blinking binky Botticelli a demon on the dance floor
A glowstick waving dervish as she begins to soar
Happy hardcore legionnaire she's writhing to the beat
The walls seem like they're melting just dripping in the heat
Dance so hypnotically all sassafras and smile
Absurdity and harmony her plastic sense of style
Dance so hypnotically all sassafras and smile
Absurdity and harmony her plastic sense of style
A fools errand for the faithful in her vinyl spinning temple
A heart racing sideshow as we adjust the tempo
Ecstacy in the music she's worshipping the muse
Lights are getting dimmer she's about to blow a fuse
Dance so hypnotically all sassafras and smile
Absurdity and harmony her plastic sense of style
Dance so hypnotically all sassafras and smile
Absurdity and harmony her plastic sense of style
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11. |
Back To The One
04:07
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You're the star in the morning light, I'm a flash in the dark of night
You're the truth in a pop song book, I'm the lies in your favorite book
I am you and you are me, take what you want, it's all for free
What's the answer? That depends. What never started, never ends
I am you when you want me, take what you want, it's all for free
Pomegranate dreams, forbidden fruit, broken beams of light
Escaping from the sun, I'm torn apart, I've come undone
I hear the voices calling me, calling me back to the one
Back to the one
Back to the one
Back to the one
Back to the one
I am you and you are me, take what you want, it's all for free
What's the answer? That depends. What never started, never ends
The altar with the broken glass, things have come what things have passed
A moment's frail but memory lasts, I'll feed the flames, you pour the gas
Back to the one. Back to the one
Back to the one. Back to the one
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12. |
The Best That's Possible
07:17
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Once away and wayward, with due confused surprise
I came upon a goddess, gathering cowpeas in her arms
Dressed in tatters and in hollies, skipping hapless through the trees
She quoted verse and folly, while she chatted with the bees
It's all the best that's possible, I'm afraid you might be right
But at least it's comfortable, through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness of the night
Queen to feral cats and weirdos, the homeless and the strange
She kept the mantle of my heroes, hanging safely out of range
With degenerate plants, bastard vines, wild wood rose for her tea
She wrapped me in her magic signs, from which I can't be free
It's all the best that's possible, I'm afraid you might be right
But at least it's comfortable, through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness of the night
She giggled and she blushed, and she called me by my name
And it seemed the world was hushed, as she sang this dark refrain
Sleep and death, my brothers, serving dullards and the wise
To tyrants and to mothers, a fate I'll stitch to size
And as the last dim battle, serves fools their just reward
I'll feed them to the cattle, as they're dying by the sword
Ahhhhhh!
I left her in that hollow, lit by starlight and the sky
Till she at last I'll follow, to eternity's reprise
It's all the best that's possible, I'm afraid you might be right
But at least it's comfortable, through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness of the night
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Goodtime Hustle Seattle, Washington
Goodtime Hustle is a band based in Seattle that plays a fusion of folk rock and alt country called Folkadelic Con-fusion.
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