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Rainbow Wig
02:27
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Yellow bird, sit next to me
Take me under wing
And the black seed waiting under dust,
Can I trust will bring a column of spines?
The spires of my
Rainbow wig
Rainbow wig
Can I look down a straight line with both open eyes?
If I found infinity, a method under guise
Of my yellow bird upon the end of thistles tower high,
A hand's stretch above a head
It's a rocket to the sky, my rainbow wig
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Burning Fields
05:10
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Stack the dead atop the dirt
Fold it all into the earth
The weasel lies dead in the fields
And were burning the fields today
Now the blackened earth sings green and alive
And the weasel will haunt where the sparrows will play
All rise, awake and take the steps you make to meet your doom!
Who peddled the fastest and lasted the longest
And blurred all the faces at bicycle races?
A photo was taken, an article written
And comments were made with all commas complacent
As patient a racer with ready a reason
To practice all season just to turn a wheel around
All rise, awake and take the steps you make to meet your doom!
The weasel lies dead in the fields
And were burning the fields today
Down into the blackened earth, into the blackened earth
Into the blackened earth, turn of a spoke
Into the blackened earth, into the blackened earth
Into the blackened earth, swallowed by smoke
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To the Hyperspace Baron
04:00
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Place a hex on a city, turn a wheel in the dirt
Tell the top of Denali I am fleeing the flood today
On a wall it is written in more places than one
You'll be taken by vision and receiving the sky you gave away
To the hyperspace baron on the heels of the has-been holyman:
"Hate to say the end is on its way"
My mother is mercury, my father is lead
And this is the alchemy on which I was born and raised
Afraid and poisoned by the metal in motion
Poised upon turning wreath
With the orbiting faith in the ways to escape
The sight of the divine by flight of firelight
The word of the forthright by burning spell of spite
That's right, the ball of light that fills the sky
And burns your eyes
Will it decide to give you life or death today?
It's the will of the silver serenade sings the sorry salvation:
"Stay the way it's always been"
Tell the hyperspace baron on the heels
Of the has-been holyman:
"Hate to say the end is on its way"
The sight of the divine by flight of firelight
The following design for spell of burning spite
That's right, the ball of light that fills the sky
And burns your eyes
Will it decide to give you life or death today?
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4. |
The Dandy
03:56
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Stand like the red-winged blackbird
Obstinate at the overpass exit
Guardian to asphalt, the traffic, all my fault
God of Roadside Dandelion, forgive me
And since then learned, this learned well,
Once it pays its dues within its shell,
Every turtle dies, with its head held high
It's the bloat inside -- forces straightened spine
But regardless, I hardly think less of it
Still as a statue captured this recluse proud
Stoic in atrophy, a trophy to dignity
A monolith silent with message out loud
Screaming red feather aesthetic that sets him elite upon the rails
Beauty is seen in the geometry from veil to tail you wear
But beware, beware, beware
Turtle my dear, jump the tracks!
There's a dandy on the rails
Dandelion on the handbrake
There's a dandy on the rails
So stand like the red-winged blackbird,
Dandelion on the handbrake
Fancy itself as an earthquake,
This dandy of the rails
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Ferryman
05:56
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Send a rope down the well, down the well
Seamlessly a canopy repeating overhead
ends the wait for rainfall
Was all the while,
to flood the Nile
While a tortoise from the north is digging ditches tortuously
with a serpent, bent as blazes
to lead a stream
another mile
Fierce as fever, coursing river
Southern fishes breathe the water
A pitcher raised, a swell to spill
so send a pail on down the well
Wayward wanderer, turn away and turn the season
Father of waterway, built a bridge beyond all reason
Father of waterway, eons old, that age ascending
Drought I doubt will dry a mind, flooded with new paradigm
A pitcher raised, a swell to spill
so send a pail on down the well
A pitcher raised, a reigning age
so send the rain
Send a rope down the well, down the well
A signal to the ferryman, a sparkle on the shore
In the dark who'd ever dare the breaking shallows?
But soon, a waking arrow
splits the sky and sea
streaming spillway shepherding
Aquarius, so near to me
on the rise
It's on the rise
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The Done-It-All
03:07
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Top of the mountain range arose overnight below our feet
Taking us to the heights to see the Mender on the wing
Racing to save archaic age with belated serenade
Some of the silver chariots stayed to sing the soil to sleep
A choir of stones are thrown, resound
With a voice to still the ground
Step through a feathered doorway
And the new bell atop will ring
Like the sound of towering spires when sent
To their death by laser beam
If there was ever any place you'd choose to be
For trading escape of the done-it-all damn-it-all
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Tune.... Tune.... Tune.... Tune....
We still recall the day the boy behind the closet door
could not get through
And since then, the escape, now on his way to sigh and
sit beside a blue moon
While Emperor Salamander takes another wife to
gander lunar fools,
Down on Diamond Mountain, they abandon their own shoes
in trade to take you to hell on the way
Be draped in printed paper faces as they cover you
with palms of glue
Wrapped, they gather round and place a flower in your mouth
in holy tune
Singing, "Swallow the lily"
Solumn-eyed, "Swallow the lily"
And signing checks silly
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8. |
Father Soil
04:08
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I come from a long line of hayseed
Twas sown under drone of machinery
To grow on a hillside for a season
Then blown over ocean by the breezes
Herein my closed hand, I hold a growing flower
Herein your fistful, you hold a growing fire
And in my closed hand, I hold the turning star
And with your fistful, you miss it as it falls
Do you recall how penniless you used to be?
Claimed saving the face of the done-it-all, damn-it-all
Don't we all?
Don't you feel like a fool on the hill, sitting next to me?
Under closest of calls, when the sky falls don't we all?
I come from a long line of hayseed
To stand in a longer line of enemies
Therein my closed hand, I hold a growing flower
And with your fistful, you hold a growing fire
And in my own hand, I hold a bell of a different tone
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9. |
The Mender & The Doctor
07:40
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Now I'll tell you a memory, a memory that isn't mine
Of the time when the Mender came and pinned it to mind
Now I recall history as it was meant to be
We traded in our savagery, entitled to technology
We took the Mender's tapestry, unravelled it so carelessly
A Doctor's called, "Emergency!"
Examined you extensively, although you disagree
With medicine's old approach
He's boldly peering down your throat, as you are told
The Doctor is your friend
And if you say, "Ahhh..." he'll see you through, beginning to the end
There's a comet -- our name on it
And it's coming for us now
There's an ice age on the front page
And you're reading about it now
I will tell you, it's ringing true when read between the lines
I took for granted graciously, my gratitude for gravity
The grandiose that was holding me,
Begrudgingly has set me free
The harbinger that came to thee, the busy bees of used-to-be
I killed them single-handedly
A deadly stand for industry was forced upon hypnotically
(For it was a spell they had on me)
Now it dolefully degenerates my dignity (to some degree)
But if I say, "Nay...." they'll probably come and take me away
There's a comet -- our name on it
And it's coming for us now
Sold as retail without the details
And we're paying for it now
Hearsay, you see, is heresy to the clockwork of honesty's core
It'll have you rattling ways a machine's never seen it before
And the gears that will grind, will be left far behind evermore
Tears are taken by terror mistaken for proof
Of illusion still standing aloof
A tear in the tailored, revealing a failure to
Veil the valor of cowardly hours spent ruthlessly recluse
Maybe waiting for thunder to sound after a flash in the clouds
Hearsay, you see, is heresy to the clockwork of honesty's core
It'll have you rattling ways a machine's never seen it before
And the gears that will grind, will be left far behind evermore
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10. |
Rounded Row
03:58
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Hidden under solar-powered radar glasses, we will see you
Signaling the holy man with waving hands
And narrow eyes high noon
Slip down in a fiery furnace, tell me what you see
A glowing ember undertoe
An image of an arrow after arrow in a rolling
Round row of devoted waiting, aiming from above
Ray of sun, where it comes from
Folded hands with bowing backs, in diving patterns
We will follow
Up here, at a height of horizon
Say son, come see
Diamond Mountain down below
The pictures of our faces in the cracks and shadows
We go long, far and over the ever only to return
Rounded row
Rounded row
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Denim Dragon Peoria, Illinois
Denim Dragon is a band whose music is based in folk and steeped in heavy psychedelia.
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