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We dyed our hair black
and looked like Russian spies all in disguise
Speed boats and over coats
We kept the mico-film and passed on lies
My bow ties a camera
this is the bomb
and this is the detonator
ephemera et cetera
this is my heart
and this is the detonator
I watch you sleepin' at night
that's how I eat you up
with my eyes all night long
you unfold in slow motion
You know that I can read your mind
as well as you can read mine
and we share all the same thoughts
they broadcast like photographs
Moonlight becomes you
I wish I could write the way you look tonight
dark leaves surround you
you make a break the coppers close in tight
My bow ties a camera
this is the bomb
and this is the detonator
ephemera et cetera
this is my heart
and this is the detonator
I watch you sleepin' at night
that's how I eat you up
with my eyes all night long
you unfold in slow motion
You know that I can read your mind
as well as you can read mine
and we share all the same thoughts
they broadcast like photographs
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3. |
Push Our Luck
02:28
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Push Our Luck
I wish you could see
what's so clear to me
feelings so sincere
defense disappears
We'll make a little place for us
We'll let our roots grow deeper there
We'll do our best and push our luck
We'll talk all night our shoulders bare
Just take a breath and hold on
for dear life
So comfortably
Air-tight
How it's supposed to be
Geronimo; Our bodies make a chain like an archipelago!
I'll go high above
I'll go deep below
I can sink beneath...
We'll make a little place for us
We'll let our roots grow deeper there
We'll do our best and push our luck
We'll talk all night our shoulders bare
Just take a breath and hold on
for dear life
So comfortably
Air-tight
How it's supposed to be
Geronimo; Our bodies make a chain like an archipelago!
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4. |
Seeing Stone
01:50
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the Cats asleep
our plans are made
upon the bed
our clothes are laid
we shined our shoes
the bells all rang
but upon the bed
the cat remained
perhaps i can cast a future from thin air
i leer and peer into a mirror
and disapear
a seeing stone
cold and wet
my palm recoils
and then relents
we shined our shoes
the bells all rang
but upon the bed
the cat remained
credits
from No Architect, relea
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5. |
How Low Can You Go?
02:21
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You're on my mind
Like a stow away
Spread your arms
Like a Fleur-de-lis
I can feel all the flash bulbs burstin' now
I'm feelin care free
But never care less
We'll count the native trees
Pacific Northwest
I'm a passin' thing
But I'm not temporary
I'll keep you company
Our bare feet smashin' berries
I can't describe
And do you any justice
They'll just have to trust us
How your hair is soft and lustrous
Breathe in/ Breathe out
Let yourselves all settle in
Let your cells all settle in
I can feel all the flash bulbs burstin' now
I'm feelin care free
But never care less
We'll count the native trees
Pacific Northwest
I'm a passin' thing
But I'm not temporary
I'll keep you company
Our bare feet smashin' berries
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Queen's English
02:16
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8. |
Catch My Eye
02:28
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Tinted lenses keep it rosey
Briney depths they keep it murky
A thorn in my side
I search but it hides
Good vibrations
Breathe the aether
No beliefs but a big believer
You look right through me
Im feeling groo-hoo-vy
Quiey hum of deep forest
Tune in to the frequency
Dive into a black abyss inside my own head
Insulation keeps it cozy
A broken nose getting nose
A thorn in my side
I search but it hides
You and me can stick together
We can make it last forever
You catch my eye, youre just my type
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9. |
Vagrant's Choice
01:32
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Tiny Dancer
01:51
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Jazz Hands
01:28
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Grave Robbers
03:50
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Lola
02:11
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