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The Midnight Ship
05:00
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Inside the midnight ship
The sailors are aroused
Across the channel strip
As fast as time allows
Home from the nightclubs and
affairs about the town
Looking for boats with which
the captain can go down
She rides the midnight ship
the end of every day
She's been with every man
she meets along the way
She's not only pretty
She has got something to say
The lovers and the drunks
are really all the same
Could it be
With the same words you spoke
and the same songs you sung
they may well be just like you are
The elders seen this city's
infancy grow cold
She's been a mother to
commuters young and old
Decay is dignity
Antiquity is bold
Her disappointment
fills the future's pot of gold
Could it be
With the same words you spoke
and the same songs you sung
they may well be just like you are
Inside the midnight ship
the sailors are allowed
to contradict or represent
the average crowd
To be a bore, a compromise,
or be a wow
On top of everything
the message is a vow
Could it be
With the same words you spoke
and the same songs you sung
they may well be just like you are
The lines are long
The ladder is steep
We're piled on
the future's heap
Could it be
With the same words you spoke
and the same songs you sung
they may well be just like you are
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2. |
Under Wraps
03:39
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It's cold outside
The weather's fine
And thoughts collide
A hair grows gray
with each new day
and time parades
And he knows what he says
And he knows what he thinks
Even though now and then
they are different things
and he waits for the life
indecision will bring
And the hands revolve
the fingers tap
The gift he's got
is under wraps
It's cold outside
The weather's fine
And thoughts collide
And he knows how to laugh
And he knows how to smile
Even though he's not done
either one in a while
In the meantime all his clothes
have all gone out of style
again
A hair grows gray
with each new day
and time parades
And the table was full
and the wallet was fat
Even though you were born
to be better than that
But you can't spend your life
under your father's hat
And the hands revolve
the fingers tap
The gift he's got
is under wraps
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Inside your child mind
was just a make believe
plan of a ship to fame
Amassed a thousand sales
At least your face would grace
a popular front page
if only just to show
the details of your nose
All that you had
Was the good and the bad
and the eyes that you wore
couldn't see anymore
So then you got a taste
with more to wash it down
They told you "you're so good"
You surely understood
With virtue set aside
you greaten the divide
between the mass and you
including your friends too
All that you had
Was the good and the bad
and the eyes that you wore
couldn't see anymore
Inside your child mind
was just a make believe
plan of a ship to fame
Amassed a thousand sales
All that you had
Was the good and the bad
and the eyes that you wore
couldn't see anymore
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4. |
The Collector
04:37
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Inside some dusty attic
down to a breath
brimming lung
The same words you should follow
hung from the tip of your tongue
Move on
Move on
Step down out of the clouds now
There's something happening below
Sometimes the best way to learn
is to forget everything that you know
Don't you know?
He wants to move on
and wants to disown
But he's the collector
And he's staying home
With memory trunks
And safety inside
Where none of the finger strings
are untied
And he will always be the one
Who is there when the rest are gone
The smoke in here hangs like fallout
The people they come and they go
Sometimes happiness hangs like
A carrot in front of your nose
Don't you know?
Walk tall and walk away now
The past isn't something you touch
The time spent bending elbows
Has never amounted to much
Too much time
He wants to move on
and wants to disown
But he's the collector
And he's staying home
With memory trunks
And safety inside
Where none of the finger strings
are untied
And he will always be the one
Who is there when the rest are gone
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5. |
Weatherblown
02:49
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All my thoughts are dying painful deaths
"Against Nature" maybe never read
When the one foot paper piles turn to three
There is never any room for you and me
And it's not a lack of money or success
It's empty thoughts that make us lower class
You can try living off the fat of the land
Til you lose control and chew off your own hand
And it's hard to grow
Where the rotten apples fall
We are weatherblown
Gold and silver always seemed to flow
Even through the deepest pockets ever sewn
And you may have the car to aid in your defense
But the price was half the lifetime that you spent
And it's hard to grow
Where the rotten apples fall
We are weatherblown
And it's easy to be tempted by the glaze
That money puts on ordinary cake
Til you find that every layer that you eat
That the sober truth moves further down the street
And it's hard to grow
Where the rotten apples fall
We are weatherblown
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6. |
Holiday in Babylon
04:56
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It's a mystery to me
What you do and I don't
How I couldn't be happy
With a life as I know you know it
In a moment of leisure
I saw luxury's tease
But I haven't been taken
To the place that I've wanted to be
Look at all the time spent
Caught up in the day in, day out of the new eon
I'm not gonna give until
Everyday I live is a holiday in Babylon
And the nimbus was falling
And the bedlam arose
Turning into the morning
The saw the grapes alter under my toes
Felt the rush of corruption
I heard the music of lust
I smelled the scene of the riches
Tasted the mess in the fleshpots of us
Look at all the time spent
Caught up in the day in, day out of the new eon
I'm not gonna give until
Everyday I live is a holiday in Babylon
It's a mystery to me
What you do and I don't
How I couldn't be happy
With a life as I know you know it
Look at all the time spent
Caught up in the day in, day out of the new eon
I'm not gonna give until
Everyday I live is a holiday in Babylon
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7. |
He Believes
05:35
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I know a guy
He liked to give the girls a ball of bubble gum
It got him off it turned him on to
Watch them chew
Chew it up and blow the bubbles
Now he's dead
He died in his apartment not too long ago
It took a couple days to realize
I know a guy
He's still alive I see him every
Once in a while
He likes to drink the diet pop
It must be good
He walks between the parking meters and the road
I think I saw him living
Seven house down
In my mind I hear him say that
He believes in something
Even if it's diet pop
Even if he will not last
I know a guy
He might be dead
I met him at the bank machine
He had two bags that were two blocks apart from where
he talked me into driving him to Mighty Mart
But first he had to walk away to get his bags
I dropped him off and heard him say that
He believes in something
Even if it's his two bags
Even if he will not last
I met a guy
I don't know his name but he's very
Close to you
He likes to drink the diet pop
and has two bags
But they're not packed up for any one or thing
I think I saw him handing out the bubble gum
One things different, he's not sure if
He believes in something
Even if it's bubble gum
Even if it's diet pop
Even if it's his two bags
Even if he will not last
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8. |
Pummel Me
03:41
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There's powder in a donut
Shape around your nose
That's where all the fun and money goes
Or it's your ever loving
sweet encrusted shell
Feed me when I hear the dinner bell
Thoughts of you can pummel me
Scars are forming on my brain
If I see your face again
Then it's luck luck luck
Transparent percolating
Liquid in your eyes
What's inside you comes as no surprise
A sticky molten fluid
Gelling up within
Seeing you is melting me again
Thoughts of you can pummel me
Scars are forming on my brain
If I see your face again
Then it's luck luck luck
And I wait right here
And I see you walking
By the window
And I'll shovel all
The good that does into a thimble
And I wait right here
And I'm looking at the ground instead
And I'll pile all the good that does
Onto a pin head
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9. |
Into The Unknown
03:10
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I know the things you did
When you were then
You know the things I said
When I was then
Those are just entries in
Memories are fading heads
Some people cling to that
Like a guinea pig monkey mom
Let's move into the unknown
Looking up ahead
Let's move into the unknown
Filling up the past
I kept a diary
When thoughts were fresh
Now when I look at it
I wonder what it was
Are we all still the same
Or can we be new?
Please don't mistake us for
A reclosable brand name bag
Let's move into the unknown
Looking up ahead
Let's move into the unknown
Filling up the past
Fill up the past, fill up the past
You might not remember
Cause I don't remember what was said
Let's move into the unknown
Looking up ahead
Let's move into the unknown
Filling up the past
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10. |
The Dog as a Catalyst
04:22
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I've heard about
Using your dog
As a catalyst for love
As a stitch
For the you's and me's
It's all we need
Reason to be
Reason to become you and me
The interface of affinity
When everything you stand to lose
Is standing there inside those shoes
And it could turn
And just walk away
It could be two
Could be me
Could be you
Could be everything I wanted to have
All rolled up into one
They never break
They never fall
Or in to when candor calls
An open mouth isn't good enough
So run on out
And use your dog
As a catalyst for love
Or could turn
and just walk away
It could be two
Could be me
Could be you
Could be everything I wanted to have
All rolled up into one
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Orchestraville Columbus
Orchestraville performed from the early 1990s through the mid 2000s in Athens and Columbus, Ohio.
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