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GREENHOUSE
03:55
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GREENHOUSE
when she come down the floor
I have to tell that I want
That I want her here in my greenhouse
There are so many plants
I know she can take care
flowers i don't even know where they come from
if she decide to stay
I can tell than one day
windows may disappear
Building a cabin
may be a choice
and the creek may pass through here
Children always want to
have a new chance
dream a real dream
and not imagine the end
looking very old pictures
taken the day before
That's what I'd like to tell her
while the fool
as the king falls asleep
Children they don't need any drugs
They fall asleep.
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2. |
NAMES ON THE WALL
03:41
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NAMES ON THE WALL
I really don't need another novel
to find myself between the lines
ther're so many kind of chilli stories
that I outgrows
and looking into my trash I find the tracks
of a twisted life
but every girl who gave me her trust
she was adored
I really don't need another novel
to find myself between the lines
ther're so many kind of chilli stories
that I outgrows just in time
all their names are painted on my wall
but not those I had screw before
not a real number to call
even I wouldn’t need them now
It gets on my nerves, gentlemen
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FOLK DOG SONG
04:21
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FOLK DOG SONG
the fool in the street advise me to stop
the first man in the street tell me to stop
I have a coffee and go straight to the car
the car won't start so I shall take the bus
then I decide to walk and so collect my thoughts
the fool in the street advise me to stop
the first man in the street tell me to stop
What does he know about my life
what he knows about the papers
I got in my bag - I got in my bag
I go back to the house and turn on the kettle
this time I shall make a tea
Once I am ready I go out again
the same fool in the street advise me to stop
The first one that I meet tell me to stop
What does he know about my life
what he knows about the papers
I got in my bag - I got in my bag
maybe he's right I should burn all the pages
I'll feel terrible if they don't grant my request
I spent hours and hours on the codes
I didn't sleep at night- I didn't sleep
I went to the garden and burned everything
I burned the bag, with even my lyrics
They were old and no longer belonged to me
the fool in the street advise me to stop
the first man that I meet tell me to stop
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CORMORANTS
02:11
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CORMORANTS
last night a noise I'd never heard before
from the apartment above my dump
a sound of chains being pulled around
and then people picking up with their noses
people moving forniture
playing Zappa Zoot Allures
I clearly heard a scream
a charing cross of lost and found
with my precious pipe still on
I went up to the stairs
and I found out It was
a party of cormorants
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5. |
OTTER THROB
03:34
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6. |
DON'T WAIT TOO LONG
02:26
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DON'T WAIT TOO LONG
Don't wait too long the grass will grow back in time and only you will be the one who decide wether to distance yourself from me
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