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The freshness has burnt from the dawn
So few have stayed so many gone
I can hardly remember the dew
Tauranga's just over that hill
And I think
That someday I'll get killed
Yes I will
On State Highway Number Two
It hurts where it didn't hurt before
So much is less
So little's more
The passing lane is just about through
I think I need just one more pill
And I think
That someday I'll get killed
Yes I will
On State Highway Number Two
The turns are too tight
To build up space
I've no chance in Hell to win this race
Maramarua's behind me now
But I still can't find her anyhow
Anyhow
Anyhow.
The gaps are all I have to show
So little learnt
So much to know
I lurch on blindly with a clue
And still I feel like
Just a frill
And I think
Someday I'll get killed
Yes I will
State highway number two
State highway number two.
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2. |
Ain't that Just the Way
04:35
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An elephant itched its back
Upon the shrine
I had built he
Itched his back
And smothered my fire.
We searched for him
For days but we
Never reached him
He had turned to stone
Ain't that just the way
Ain't that just the way
She came back to life but only
For four days
They tied up her beak
She was all caught up
Red ain't white
White ain't red
Or you might just
Lose your head
Don't lose it.
Don't lose....
Ain't that just the way
Ain't that just the way
Ain't that just the way
(When life gets in-between)
Ain't that just the way
(I'll get back up, when the dust has settled)
Ain't that just the way
Ain't that just the way
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3. |
Hush
03:21
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Hush my little darling
Hush my little darling
No more tears
No more tears
noo
Hush my little darling
Hush
No more tears
No more tears
It's out there
It's out there
It's out there
No more tears
Hide away
My demons are walking
My
Demons are walking juust
Hide away
My demons are walking
My
Demons are walking jusst.
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4. |
Bag of Ants
05:08
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Nothing happened
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
There's an ant inside my
There's an ant inside my brain
There's a shadow waiting
Down the hallway
The sky opens up it'll take me
Away
The sky opens up
It'll take me
Over the rainbow
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
My head will open up and
Oooze out a rainbow
There's an ant inside my
There's an ant
The sky will open up and take me
Away
The sky will open up and
Free flies the bluebird
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5. |
Enormous Expletives
01:19
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It is a peculiar thought indeed
To assemble a mechanism
Capable of satiating both prince and pauper
By means of multiple repeated gratuitous collisions
Finger meets ivory
Foot meets pedal
Hammer meets string
And all the Lords angels crumble in a feathered heap
Yet. I am and I have the key
You, you sing for those lost angels
On highways of imperfect gold
And I hang my heaviness weighted
By the passing of nothing
Finger meets ivory
Foot meets pedal
Hammer meets string
And all the Devil's angels crumble in a burned up heap
But I and those like I have no key
We brandish our dissonance
As mallet and axe with anti-melodic intent
Heavy footsteps an anacrusis
To a passage without repeat
Hammer meets ivory
Hammer meets pedal
Hammer meets string
Hammer meets hammers
And all the Angels
Weep.
Devoid of sympathy
This pityless rhapsody across 88 keys
A harmony of 'please. No harm on me.'
And if it be true
What the monk said
That the piano ain't got no wrong notes
Let it comfort him to know
That we struck them one and all.
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7. |
Broken Piano Song
02:24
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8. |
Irrelephant
02:52
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I was running down this corridor
She whispered after me
Pop this pill
Why not fall in love with all you see?
Take these drops
Let it all just fade away
Don't mind the shakes the
Incontinence is passing
Hold on tight through the dizzy spell
Don't mind the shakes the
Incontinence is passing
Pure relief will hit you soon
Throw the resentment under the rug
Dilating pupils and love blooms forth
All the world from grey to colour
The magic cure
I was running down this corridor
She whispered after me
Pop this pill
Why not fall in love with all you see?
Take these drops
Let it all just fade away
Don't mind the shakes the
Incontinence is passing
Hold on tight through the dizzy spell
Don't mind the shakes the
Incontinence is passing
Pure relief will hit you soon
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I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
You get the picture.
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10. |
Stop.
03:25
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Oh soul of mine
Where are you leading
Is this the weight of standing still
This forever moving
Forever onwards
Forever going
Oh soul of mine
What's the destination
I doubt there ever to be one
Just more waiting
Just more wanting
Just more and more and more and more and moreeeee
Oooooooooooooooooh
Oooooooooooooooooh
I want it to
Stoooooop
I want it to stop
I want it to
Stooooooop
I want it to stop
Don't keep on don't keep on don't keep on
I want it to
I want it to
Every story has an ending
The illusion of completion
Tendrils drift through lives
Casting shadow
Throwing sunshine
Her life is over but lives on in mine
Oooooooooooooooooh
Oooooooooooooooooh
I want it to
Stoooooop
I want it to stop
I want it to
Stooooooop
I want it to stop
Don't keep on don't keep on don't keep on
I want it to
I want it to.
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The Goth and the Pixie Hamilton, New Zealand
Once upon a time a Goth and a Pixie collided. This is the fall-out.
The Goth and the Pixie recommends:
The Weight of Melted Snow
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