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Symbiosis (live 1-7-95)
03:47
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The air that night becoming day
The moon, the blue, the deep, deep blue
The stars that wink and fade away
Leaving me, the sea, and you.
On the horizon, two small lights
One green, one red, each a mystery
Passing ships, or luminous fish?
Either way, we joined them in the sea
The scene last year: so deep, deep down
I thought you went so deep, deep down
But every time I turn around
There's a little less left of you.
Your poetry, your deep, deep eyes
Your deep, deep mind so ocean blue
In passing months it's all dried up
Leaving so shallow a puddle of you
I shine like a fish in a tidal pool
Your small, dry world too shallow for me
I know you were never profound as you seemed
And so I return to the deep, deep sea.
The scene last year: so deep, deep down
I thought you went so deep, deep down
But every time I turn around
There's a little less left of you.
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The Breeze (live 1-7-95)
03:01
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The breeze picked up and pushed a can
The can rolled down a hill
A bird took wing to dodge the can
And perched on my windowsill.
The windowsill was old and worn
And suddenly gave way
It fell two stories to the ground
On which three kittens lay
The smallest one jumped up and ran
And scared a butterfly
Which left the flower it was on
Just as a bee passed by
The bee lit on the flower
And soon I came along
I didn't see, stepped on the bee
And sure enough was stung....
I went into convulsions, all my allergies engaged
The neighbors heard me screaming, and an ambulance was paged.
I sat there in emergency, all miserable and sick
Well, I saw her across the room - my heart was pumping quick -
I waved for her attention, and she stiffly raised her head
I asked her what the problem was, and this is what she said:
"The breeze blew leaves from an old oak tree
And new light from the sun
Shone through the spot the leaves had been
And startled mice to run
The mice ran down the sidewalk
And they hid inside a tree
Bothering a young raccoon
And angering a bee
Which flew out in a rage and stung
The first thing that it found."
That was this girl, out for a walk
She crumpled to the ground....
Her allergies, the same as mine, had left her in this place
Oh, just think - if not for this Spring wind, I'd have never seen her face
That was so many years ago, the day we fell in love
But we don't credit allergies, or good luck from above
We pay no thanks to frightened mice, or angry buzzing bees -
We're just two people swept together by the gently blowing breeze.
And perhaps we're all just brought together by the gently blowing breeze.
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Well, he raises one eyebrow and says,
"Here's a switch -
You claim you're from Long Island,
But you're not rich.
I bet you live on a hill
Behind a big stone wall
And spend your Grumman millions
Every week at the mall
Ain't your teenage daughter
In the loony bin?
Don't you start thinking condo
When the blacks move in
To your shingled neighborhood
Clean streets and sun
And pizza pies
For everyone
"Ain't the golden rule
That you hold so true
'Love thy neighbor
Till he gets a nicer car than you?'
And don't you squeeze your kids
Till their brains leak out
When you need something to brag about?
They give you something to brag about."
Hey!
Well, she raises one eyebrow and says,
"You're a stitch -
You claim you're from Long Island,
But you're not rich.
Can you afford your Gap?
Your Drakkar and Clinique?
Can you afford enough hairspray
To last you a week?
Do you stay up late for info
On the Billy Joel show
Reading Amy Fisher bios
By the Shoreham glow
In the big old comfy room
That's yours alone
With locking door
And private phone?
"Do you customize the woofers
On your new IROC
So you can hear the bass pumping
From around the block?
And fuck 'em if the neighbors
Bitch about the noise
'Cause they're not down with the Strong Island Boys.
Those wacky Strong Island Boys
Don't you love your Strong Island Boys?"
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The mind is machinery
Fragile, sterile circuitry
And though you are beauty
You grow in stuff that's bad for me.
Half the lights are blown out
And the rest are dimming fast
And the plugs are disconnecting
From the sockets in the wall
And the switchboard operator
Simply gives up and goes home
As the dirt covers all
And a wildflower grows.
In a garden
In a greenhouse
in the safety of my clumsy, pure affection
Where nothing can hurt you
And nothing can hurt me
I'd plant you there right now
But I'm afraid you'd never let me
Half the lights are blown out
And the rest are dimming fast
And the plugs are disconnecting
From the sockets in the wall
And the switchboard operator
Simply gives up and goes home
As the dirt covers all
And a wildflower grows.
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The air that night becoming day
The moon, the blue, the deep, deep blue
The stars that wink and fade away
Leaving me, the sea, and you.
On the horizon, two small lights
One green, one red, each a mystery
Passing ships, or luminous fish?
Either way, we joined them in the sea
The scene last year: so deep, deep down
I thought you went so deep, deep down
But every time I turn around
There's a little less left of you.
Your poetry, your deep, deep eyes
Your deep, deep mind so ocean blue
In passing months it's all dried up
Leaving so shallow a puddle of you
I shine like a fish in a tidal pool
Your small, dry world too shallow for me
I know you were never profound as you seemed
And so I return to the deep, deep sea.
The scene last year: so deep, deep down
I thought you went so deep, deep down
But every time I turn around
There's a little less left of you.
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The plane went down two weeks ago; my brother was inside
And that night as I cooked dinner I'd swear I heard him screaming as he died
Voices coming from the pots and pans as I began to cook
Was it just coincidence, or should I read the book?
My brother's on a one-way flight to Heaven
And God only knows where his luggage ended up.
The plane went down two weeks ago; the letter came today
My brother's name was on the front in type all smudged and gray
Oh I'd love to have seen their faces - oh, they must have been all smiles
When those bastards totalled up and sent his frequent flyer miles
My brother's on a one-way flight to Heaven
And God only knows where his luggage ended up.
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I've got an awful lot of work to do
In my phonebook
Bring it up to date
Got to make sure all my friends are listed
In my phonebook
Bring it up to date
And you know, it's amazing how the names
Keep on changing.
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You've got seven little tumors on your ribcage
You've got a roommate who can't stand you 'cause you felt up his ex.
There's a girl who screwed you over eighteen months ago
And the only thing you want is her back.
You've got an open pack of cigarettes you can't touch
You've got best friends who you can't even talk to anymore.
There's a girl who screwed around with all your best friends, too
And the only thing you want is her back.
But from pain comes inspiration
And the portrait of Shakespeare on the wall stares in awe of you.
You've got a roommate who can use you to get back at his ex
You've got best friends who forgive you when they need something.
You've got seven little tumors and they're all benign
So it's okay to start smoking again.
Too bad you're boring as shit now
And breasts from eighteen months ago obscure the page in front of you
The blank white page in front of you
The empty blank that lies
Right in front of you.
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Backlit photo silhouette
Now I can't see who did it
Ember-tipped cigarette
Bootclick like a castenet
And they haven't found him yet...
In the corners of the screens
In the darkest of scenes
In the negative of every photograph you've ever seen
He's the one I mean
Yeah
The pocks on his face
Match the pox on your house
And the pax in his eye at the pacts that you sign
And he's packing his knife in ice
I'd like to give you a golden shower
To wash off the filth you've accumulated
To get rid of the red film I see
Every time I see you
And maybe change my "hate" to "hated"
You know you're welcome to apologize
But you sink before you float in my eyes
My hate's a yellow roaring raging river
Take a bath in it
Dirt slides underneath your nails
Clicking softly on the rails
Wild-eyed prayers to me begin
Thumb my nose and throw you in.
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Step On Me (live 1-7-95)
05:03
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You keep your head down
And slip behind things
A silhouette with substance
A black hole tugging at me
And not even my gaze can escape your gravity.
You move in riddles
In opposite directions
You speak in silences
And look at everything but me
I'm a crack in the sidewalk that you have to step around.
Step on me
Oh what I would give just to be the ground you walk on
Step on me
I'm a break in the monotonous concrete gray
And if you just avoid me, I'm stepped on anyway.
I form ontologies
What's it like to be you?
I form cosmologies
What's it like to be with you?
And I look at you and I know you're everything I think you are.
You keep your head down
And slip behind things
A silhouette with substance
A black hole tugging at me
And not even my gaze can escape your gravity.
Step on me
Oh what I would give just to be the ground you walk on
Step on me
I'm a break in the monotonous concrete gray
And if you just avoid me, I'm stepped on anyway.
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I wet myself to Nietzche
I cut my teeth on Tolstoy
I studied Kama Sutra
While your ex tossed off to Playboy
I am the deepest puddle
That you will ever walk through
You need to read my Tao right now
You want my karma in you
I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like
I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like
Descartes and Marx and Moses
I lined 'em up and smote 'em
And comic books are infantile
Unless Neil Gaiman wrote 'em
A quote for every circumstance
And an anecdote for every instance
And a life changed by
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I got blown by Krishna
C'mon and drown me in patchouli, baby!
I'm a headcase
I'm a moon shot
Tipping over slowly
Dripping on the lowly
Yeah yeah on a sable field
Scarlet letters u and i
I'm a talking valentine
I'm a walking pickup line
I'm the whole world
Been there done that
Read it smoked it sucked it
Ate it stroked it fucked it
Sure behind a black veil
Wild night on a dark pony
Armored in an oil slick
Come and marvel at my one trick
I'm a force of human nature
I am apathetic
Swinging from a bookshelf
As divine as myself
Cliff's Notes existentialist
Cliff's Notes renaissance man
Shooting cosmic jism
That stinks of sex and blood and symbolism
I got blown by Krishna
Hare fucking hare!
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I drifted up here, wayward, like a snowflake
And as soon as I arrived, I wished that I was home
But a good friend said, "My man, this is your home now
Thought it might be stark as molten hell, as cold as frozen Nome.
"I know you're stuck a long, long way
From your sweet, warm house in the USA
And cold has more than one way to turn you blue
But here we relieve the inner chill with a choice word or two."
It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
You know, I used to hate the winter
'Til I moved here, where it's winter all the time
It's been so long, I can't remember summer
Winter's all I know, so it suits me fine.
It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
(Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow)
(I'm dreaming of a white Christmas)
It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
It's always Christmas in Siberia.
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about
Recorded live to cassette at the Dry Rock Cafe in Farmingdale, NY, January 7, 1995.
Thanks to Matt Biscuiti and Toby Bonagura for the source recording!
Thanks to Matt Biscuiti and Toby Bonagura for the source recording!
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released November 17, 2016
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