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Hurricane Josephine
03:46
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Shadow, split down the middle
A little twist in polarity
Two spirits in the mirror
Ambivalently epicene
Hurricane Josephine
Wielding forbidden fruit
She holds them in her sway
There she goes, Enantiodromia
Categorically undefined
Bronze is the glow of Venus
Sees neither black nor white
The difference between us
What man can be her bride?
Hurricane Josephine
Steals their secrets never giving hers away
There she goes, utter pandemonium
To tear them a piece of her mind
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2. |
Dead Hostage
03:30
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What do you do when a window is closing?
Times up, it's do or die
Your ace in the hole is decomposing
Who's gonna be your alibi?
You're as good as a dead hostage
You're the bane of best laid plans
Gotta lose these albatrosses
Or I'm as good as a dead man
What good are you to me now I wonder
Up the bluff and double down
We need to be free to move unencumbered
You can’t be depended on
You're as good as a dead hostage
High stakes with a bad hand
It's time to cut my losses
I could do with better friends
You're as good as a dead hostage
You had my trust but then you lost it
This opportunity has been exhausted
You're as good as a dead hostage
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The Wiggle Room
04:01
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He's coming in for the kill, she snaps back
You need to ask before you make move like that.
So she guides him to the bottom line
To have him cross his tees and cross his eyes
To learn the new rules
He sure could use A little wiggle room
He said I’m innocent, just passionate
I never laid a hand unless she asked for it
Around her waist he laid a weary arm
She said, boy quit trying to put me on
He could use a little wiggle room
On any off-key boy she bites down hard
All the braggarts and the Bonapartes
Until they lull her in her native tongue
She'll leave 'em wiggling 'til she's had enough
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I’ll come around, won't keep you waiting
Only when you need your drink refreshed
I'll do my best to satisfy
And when you're done, say so long
You don't need a reason why
You say when - I'll pour it on
You say when - Anytime you want
You say when - I'll pour my heart right out
You say when you've had enough
And when you're done, say so long
No one likes a long goodbye
I’m not one who needs to rule the roost
Or impose no rules on what we do
You say when
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5. |
Scroll Baby
01:39
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6. |
New Year's Eve
04:23
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Mission accomplished
you're the first to touchdown on Atlantis
Hail to your sisters
who succumbed to forces far beyond us
Born in the water
under waves that ravaged across the planet
Its New Year’s Eve
let's ring her in with random acts of passion
in the beginning, we didn't know
anything about committing no sin,
we were just living
nothing to be forgiven
swinging in a rhythm until
they came in filling
our lids with superstition
Insisting it was written
The best is yet to be requested but the lines are open
Blanket apologies for those yet stranded by the ocean
Turn back the clock or turn it off for time unspecified
The universe can't expand fast enough for you to hide
Oars in the fountain, until we're far enough to never find us
It's New Year’s Eve here to remind us of the ties that blind us
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7. |
Where Did The Money Go?
04:23
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Sold out, the message read
Door slammed on the desperate
Lined up for bread since around four am, now
In the land of empty shelves
He helps those who help themselves
The market for table scraps is booming, baby
Where did the money go?
We had a lot not long ago
Before the fat cats stole the show and trimmed the bacon
Now we toil day and night
Read the rules by candlelight
You should have seen us back when we were rolling in it
Supply is high demand is low
Only a dime to sell your soul
The hand is invisible that smacks you back down
Charity starts at the top
Where they have more than enough
Trickles down with every flush so pay attention
Where did the money go?
Whisked away by chaperone
Safely off-shore without documentation
As the books go up in smoke
Now you see it, now you don’t
But mind your own lot
And leave the well-off alone
Half the fun at twice the price
Cross your heart and hope you die
Before they cut the power lines
For past due statements
If you have to pay to play
Grab an axe and break the bank
Time for restraint to be deregulated
Where did the money go?
Through the holes of threadbare clothes
Torn from the backs of those
Who worked in good faith
Who's gonna dry your eyes
When the air is privatized
But you've got inside information
To trade
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8. |
Prey
03:35
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Wisest Hypatia
Tried to make them see a light
Church of the wholly forsaken,
Hungry for pagan, tore her eyes
Man, you'll never get her back
Preachers mainly of
Deviant persuasion
Lay praying hands upon the
Newly blind
Man, you never had a chance
Victims of Apophenia
Swore they had seen her pull the strings
Wild to teach her the lesson
First the undressing, just for kicks
Pray, what might you mean by that?
Man, you'll never get her back
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9. |
Exit Wound
04:23
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You caught the end from the farthest row
When the lights went up & the credits rolled
As they stampeded thru the fire door
You just hung your head on the stage floor
With bated breath you called for more
Are the stars to blame?
And could you have known?
If the wind should blow caution back your way
And the pin gets pulled from your grenade
You can call me out if it's not too late
To lay me down before you detonate
I’ll hit the ground, and make it rain
And to the stars, I will sing your praise
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I'm a kind of contortionist
For all the other kids at the orphanage
Give a lift to the invalids
And they say, face it buddy
We’re not buying the prognosis
No matter much how you bend and twist
We're all ghosts, get used to it
But I say, wait a minute
Someone hit the dimmer switch
Or the wires got crossed in mid protest
Maybe I'm just a masochist
Tied up, in knots again
Maybe I can't be convinced
With all the conflicting evidence
I reminisce, twenty-three six
Now I'm too old / for this shit
Listen kids, keep your eyes open
Now where did I put those keys again
A stroke of luck in the ambulance
Arms in, Enjoy the ride
This is why the dead exist
The days grow long and the plots get thick
Theoretically, that is
I'm watching the stars collide
Now look alive
Wandering spirit
Now look alive
You can't go to sleep yet
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11. |
Parade Route Etiquette
04:03
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Wouldn't it be lovely if
Somebody thought you were the shit
And made it known in licentious detail
Compromised if you reply
Bat an eye then you're obliged
To take your lumps, shake them off your tail
Eyes Out
look to the pavement
avoid all engagement
remain under the magnifying glass complacent
Won't it be amazing when
The scales fall from the sapiens
Eyes Out
they've made their selection
now to make an impression
pound a kind of a dent into your depth perception
Wouldn't it be amusing
A sadist Lady Hawkins fling
Tell the sad sacks what they long to hear
Ravenous with your applause
Won't it be hilarious
To turn the hose on those who dare to dream
Eyes Out
blind them with brilliance
razor resilience
or follow your best instincts to just use your fingers
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13. |
Hurt (with Johnny Cash)
03:39
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Slingshot Miracle Calgary, Alberta
Stunt Rock for obsessives.
Influenced by punk, classic rock, pop, and funk, Slingshot Miracle has released 9 albums since 2012.
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