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Above Your Head
03:38
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Above Your Head
you were walking out of the bar - Your entourage in tow
I called your name a couple times - i could not let you go
“I love you man!” I hollered out - You looked at me with dread
Then raised a weary index finger - Just above your head
Above your head - The number one above your head
You’re so high you can never die - And we’re all made of led
The number one above your head
You gave a stumbling, drunken hug - To a buddy passing by
I wished it was me, the new inductee - in the teenage FBI
So much taller than I thought - Your jeans were so, so red
You crouched to pray then shot up with a J - From just above your head
Above your head - The number one above your head
You’re so high you can never die - And we’re all made of led
The number one above your head
Hey come back later, check out my band - We’re going on at ten
You said, “right on” and then you were gone - I never saw you again
But I’ll remember when
Above your head - The number one above your head
You’re so high you can never die
With birds and planes and clouds and sky
I know you know and so do i
That we’re all made of led
The number one above your head
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2. |
Wim Hof
03:19
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Wim Hoff
We had a long slow night - How ‘bout a quick good-bye?
Don’t Have To hold me so tight - and gaze into my eyes
I’m needing you - needing you - needing you
a little less
You’re better than - better than - better than
All the rest - Now please get dressed
Chorus:
I gotta
Wim Hoff, hit the bowl, play guitar
Spaced out, staring up at the stars
I know you’re out there - stay where you are
Gotta
Wim Hoff, hit the bowl, play guitar
It’s not you - And there’s no one else
But yes it’s true - sometimes
I need the bed to myself
Please drop me off - drop me off - drop me off
But don’t come in
Please stop the car - stop the car - stop the car
Stop it! And stop the violins
Chorus
I don’t have to talk - I don’t have to share
laying ‘round stroking my kitty in my underwear
Doors open - Its open - always open
But stay away
Let me miss you - Let me miss you - Let me miss you
i miss you - I miss you
Just a few more days
Chorus
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3. |
Walking Home
02:58
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Walking Home
Bye-Bye baby - I’ve got stuff to do
I got mine - You got yours too
Don’t need a ride and I don’t need you
I walking home
Me, my shadow and the way I walk
I don’t care - People talk
I think about you every couple of blocks
I’m walking home
I’m walking home - through the overpass
A purple comb - and some broken glass
get off the phone - man, you drive too fast
Yelling out your window, you can kiss my ass
Concrete river under power lines
A tan vet with a cardboard sign
He’s got a smile for me every time
I’m walking home
I’m walking home - through the overpass
A purple comb - and some broken glass
get off the phone - man, you drive too fast
Yelling out your window, you can kiss my ass
Dandy lion in the sidewalk crack
Train tressel going clack-clack-clack
I said, “I love you” I’m not taking it back
I’m walking home
You’re on your own
I’m walking
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4. |
Mixtape
04:42
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Mixtape
You and me a Chinese boombox nineteen ninety-four
In my room the radio is set to hit record
Smell of hemp and junior mints and you will braid my hair
Both your hands are crazy cold and we play truth or dare
Chorus
Oh___ oh____ Making another mixtape
Oh___ oh____ Making another mixtape
Hey Mr. dee-jay we missed it - So play it again and don’t nix it
Or wait until the end of the song to tell us
‘Cause we’ve been waiting all night long
Random psychedelic titles on the front and back
Wearing headphones plugging in to Walkmans in our packs
You were from another planet with Bowie’s high cheekbones
Magnetized me every time when we were all alone
Chorus
Bridge
So give it yo us loud and clear - so we can find our way outta here
You became more hippy goth and I kept playing sports
Your black nails and safety pins and my blue basketball shorts
Then one day in the parking lot right near the gray gym doors
We were hanging’ with our friends but mine were different from yours
A few years after graduation you died way to young
Lost my mixtape in a fire -and now this song is done
Chorus
Oh___ oh____ I wish I had our mixtapes
Oh___ oh____ I wish I had our mixtapes
I could download and stream now - But I think you know what I mean now
Theres just something kinda wrong - Theres no commitment to the song
and you’re not with me all night long
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5. |
Raymond Thundersky
04:01
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Raymond Thunder Sky
Who is the mild mannered citizen
Quietly waiting for the bus?
Theres something wild, something innocent
No no he’s not like us.
He’s got a shiny yellow hard hat
Silky, baggy pants like a clown
Elizabethan ruffled collar
And he’s coming to your town!
(Chorus)
There goes Raymond Thunder Sky
He’s gonna save the day so don’t you cry
There goes Raymond Thunder Sky
Magic Markers in a tool box
Pads of paper in a pack
He’s gonna redesign the future
He’s gonna bring the magic back
He’s got to save a dying city
From all the boredom and the greed
And turn it into an amusement park where
All the rides are free!
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Descended from the royal Hapsburgs - And the last of the Mohawk Chiefs
Born with special ancient powers - So don’t you give him any grief
Whose in the lime green safety vest
Flying high across the sky
Atop a six ton wrecking ball?
Something that you should never try
Lightning flashes all around him
He keeps demolishing the walls
broken brick and pipe and wires
Until theres nothing at all
There goes Raymond Thunder Sky
I’m not making it up - he’s a real life guy
There goes Raymond Thunder - Don’t steal Raymond’s thunder
There goes Raymond Thunder Sky
Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya hey - Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey Yo!
Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya hey - Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey Yo!
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6. |
Do You Understand
03:56
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Do You Understand?
Well I’m leaving, but I still love you
Do you understand?
Well I know your gonna hate me
But yes I understand
I could lie – I could stay – but I won’t
We’ve tried every possible way – So don’t
We were young – but now it’s different
Now everything is different
You’ll be fine - I’m scared too – There’s nothing worse
Than doing this to you ‘cause I know it hurts
Yeah sure – You can call me
But please after a while don’t call me
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
I’m so sorry for what I’ve done
It’s so hard to understand
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7. |
Vivid Trigger
04:07
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Vivid Trigger
The blue shine gasoline virgin Mary stain
On the tar where the Starlings fight
The shotgun bungalow Technicolor green grass
Drenched in Edward Hopper light
The sun that turns the knots in the table
To a crash of Rhinos while you write
Doo doo doo doot doot - Wrap yourself
Doo doo doo doot doot - All around me
Doo doo doo doot doot - Squeeze just a little bit harder
I wanna. I wanna - I wanna be your
Vivid Trigger
I wanna. I wanna -I wanna be your
Vivid Trigger x 3
The canvas third eye – Hollow hungry banzai
Colors of the undead
The sweet olfactory – That’s Mrs. Thackery from
Third grade and something she said
The life that flashes when the driver passes
Through the light that just turned red
I wanna. I wanna - I wanna be your
Vivid Trigger
I wanna. I wanna -I wanna be your
Vivid Trigger x 3
Western Hills and smoke over Brighton from Fairview
Where I’m so high
Turn into you lying naked on your back
Or on your side
I wanna…
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8. |
Swan Dive
03:39
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Swan Dive
Hello. My name is swan dive.
Bee in your throat - Butterfly in your gut
You know it’s time for your swan dive.
Off of the boat - Deep Into who knows what
Hello. Time for your swan dive
Shivering spine - Voltage across your heart
You know you’ve gotta be baptized
You can rise - You can shine - But falling is the art
Swan dive - Swan dive - Swan dive - Aaah! x 2
You know - you wanna swan dive
Stand next to me - Look into my eyes
Lets go - It’s good to be alive
I’ll count to three - Then its time to fly
Bye-bye!
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9. |
Kameo
05:16
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Kameo
I’ve got to move - Get off the sofa
Don’t feel like t.v. - Don’t feel like Yoga
I’m headed down to Seventh and Saratoga
See Kameo
Push on the door - Glass is cracked
Little bells ringin’ - She comes outta the back
Her hairs Magenta and her skin is black
Hey Kameo
Ch
You’re takin’ all my cash
I’m gonna make you laugh
Because I need to show you
I love it when you’re there
But you’re with me everywhere
And I was born to know you
Ball cap, baby doll - two jack knives
Barbequed Grippos and a cherry hand pie
Gold Rush 30 and a Colt 45
Thanks Kameo
Pineapple White Owls - Menthol Kings
Peach Gummy - And belly button rings
I’ll buy ‘em all cuz I don’t need a damn thing
‘Cept Kameo
Ch
(She got…)
Eye contact - an easy smile
Now I’m confessing’ from the cereal aisle
I’m gonna hang out for a little while
With Kameo
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10. |
Newport Rise
07:36
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Newport Rise
Wind shake river smile curve
Sunny star catch a tangle diamond water wave
Hand me down plaid hundred-aire cracker box car
Parlor fly brick Italianette
Accidental summer early school vacation
Bike crawl in a come over now town
I call my spare hand mother down smoker
In the dark ride before the moon gets round (Know what I'm sayin’?)
Rise! Upside the river. Rise! Up top the mud.
Rise motherfucker! Upside the river.
The sun is going down in your eyes.
So rise! Newport rise!
Space teen high action Harriet
High strung sneakers in a do over dream
Jessica's j-peg dominant bar chord
g-string hammer on scene
Seven strand silver bead necklace
Struggle on the stairs ‘bove the showroom floor
Parrot damage clues leading to her hidden spiral
Last fall before her road trip to Florida
Rise! Upside the river. Rise! Up top the mud.
Rise motherfucker! Upside the river.
The sun is going down in your eyes.
So rise! Newport rise!
Hard sweet void in a high glide night train
Dream catcher on the way home
Memory lock down hidden in the cell
Never to far away – skip a stone
Ancient Greek consort sweeping through the hall
Proper gift piston wipes his feet
Irish ghost in the DNA mirror
Sweet Betty's a hard nag to beat (can you dig it?)
Rise! Upside the river. Rise! Up top the mud.
Rise motherfucker! Upside the river.
The sun is going down in your eyes.
So rise! Newport rise!
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Flying Underground Cincinnati, Ohio
Instigated by guitarist, songwriter, producer Brian Lovely, Flying Underground is vocalist Kelly
McCracken,
drummist Brian Malone and bassist Dave Ramos.
Visceral,
psychedelic, whimsical, oblique, heretical, subversive... you know, a rock band.
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