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Sitting in the Cemetery
02:34
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Sitting in the cemetery
I've been here all day
Nowhere else I want to go
So I may as well stay
In the grass among my friends
Waiting for the world end
Drowning in a sea of swallows
I think it's going to rain
Flowers floating down my throat
And blooming in my brain
Yes I've been here all alone
Trying to carve my name in stone
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
Sitting in the cemetery
Composing epitaphs
I would love to show you
But I'm sure that you would laugh
And when our conversations cease
You know I'll never rest in peace
Drowning in a sea of swallows
I think it's going to rain
Flowers floating down my throat
And blooming in my brain
Yes I've been here all alone
Trying to carve my name in stone
I'd rather be in bed
I'd rather be in bed
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2. |
Winner's Circle
02:52
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You have been standing on the sidelines way too long
And now your not sure what to do
Almost as sad as a bird without a song
You know this life won't wait for you
This is your moment
So don't let it pass
Better grab it fast
This is your moment
Don't spend it sitting in the grass
Try and make it last
For your whole life you haven't had too much on your plate
You're chalking too much up too fate
Gotta take your destiny in the palm of your hands
Cant be afraid to make a few demands
This is your moment
So don't let it pass
Better grab it fast
This is your moment
Don't spend it sitting in the grass
Try and make it last
This is your moment
Better try and own it
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3. |
Top of the World
02:27
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Petrushka gets his sweet revenge
Somewhere on the skyline's fringe
Beautiful toy
Turn into a boy
Bang on the drum to your own freedom
Rise up your head from under their thumb
Tonight I'm on the top of the world
So high up I can see it's curve
So if you feel like your being observed
That's just me from sea to shining
See no evil
The earths my easel
Pop goes the weasel
Starless sky
No clouds around
Just my big eyes looking down
Its okay
No need to be scared
This whole city will be spared
Tonight I'm on the top of the world
Treasures deep within the ground
Sunlight calls and seeds unbound
Flowers opening to the sun
All at once the world is one
And I've got all of them on the run
Tonight I'm on the top of the world
So high up I can see it's curve
So if you feel like your being observed
That's just me from sea to shining
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4. |
Local Heroes
01:57
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They left their capes at home
Went to work wrestling the unknown
Trying to get the letters off their chests
In fine print
That read "not impressed"
Flowers with their heads in books
Cataloguers of dirty looks
Their mirror is cracked
Their e-mail is hacked
But they handled everything with tact
And by the light of the blue moon
They used to belt out quite a tune
But they lost their voices
And their hair turned grey
They had the choice
But in the end they never moved away
Now the pain is localized
As they wipe the tears out of their eyes
Once saw them pulling down the sky
They'll be heroes when they die
But for now they walk the beat
Up and down the same old street
Everyone here knows their name
Local heroes local fame
They'll be zeroes when they die
Local heroes didn't need to try
Local heroes never even try
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5. |
Bye Bye Frontiera
02:52
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There is a border inside of me
You'll cross eventually
Its imperceptible but I swear its there
Where dark clouds dissipate
Lines get blurred an empty state
Of mind just around the bend
A place where all blue feelings end
Bye bye fronteria
The moon snail's closed
I've burned my clothes
I'm walking naked but composed
Into eternity
Like an endless poem
Forever rambling as I roam
Trying to paint
Inner landscapes
And speaking to
My inner saint
I'm overheating
Barely eating but I'm fine
Background repeating in my mind
Just a skull in the sand
In a cartoon land
Bye bye fronteria
The moon snail's closed
I've burned my clothes
I'm walking naked but composed
Into eternity
God bowed his head
When he heard the devil was dead
He lit a candle
It almost burned all of heaven down
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colouring outside Saint Pierre and Miquelon
Little is known about this Miquelon power-pop band. They played a handful of shows at the all-ages venue the Moon Snail (?) to moderate acclaim and released the cassette ep "the lines" on their own coquille label in 1984. A dispute between recordist Johnni "JJ" DesRogiers and bassist Mikie led to the destruction of the adat masters. A rough cassette dub from the abortive lp sessions survives. ... more
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