MAGIC TOY MISSING
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LOST
Lost on the freeway again
Lookin' for means to an end
Nobody know which way it's gonna bend
Lost on the freeway again
Walkin' the breezeways again
Lookin' for something my friend
I've grown tired of living Nixon's mess
Walkin' the breezeways again
I know they'll come a day
When you say that you don't know me
I know there'll come a time
When there's nothing no one owes me anymore
Locked in the attic again
Out of the shallow and into the deep end
I've got a wound I know will never mend
Locked in the attic again
PLATEAU
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
to beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
There's nothing on top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
When you're finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took was fun
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next
plateau
Some said it was in Greenland and some in Mexico
Other decided in was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if
they could
AURORA BOREALIS
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WE'RE HERE
The night is restless but no dream's in sight
And the sounds have no beginnings or ends
And that glow is not a light
The walls turn into waterfalls with water made of thoughts
that call
It's not okay to tip the glass don't make a noise or shed
a tear
You're not the only one that's you
Things have changed, now we are here
We are not the king and queen what we are ties in between
The blankets that you've never seen but over you are spread
"We are here" the voices sing
"We are here" the echo thunders
"Yes we are" the doorbell rings
"Here we are and here in numbers"
The others came in from the hall
And thoughts with voices start to call
It's not okay to tip the glass
Or smile too long or shed a tear
You're not alone the way you thought
Things have changed, now we are here
CLIMBING
Climb, climb, I always climb
Out of bed in the morning on a mountain made of sand
And I know this doesn't rhyme
But the clutter on the table has been getting out of hand
I know that you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble find out what's you
Time, time, it's so sublime
Well they say it's non-existant but it's playing with
my mind
And phone calls don't cost a dime
In a caverns of your feelings where the sun will never
shine
Mine, mine, which things are mine?
Well I thought I saw a few before I found out I was blind
And I think I see a sign
And it's saying where to go and when I get there what
I'll find
NEW GODS
How much do I owe you?
I'll pay but I don't want to
Days of where I came from
In a restaurant in Mexico
They told me not to drink the water
And not to touch the food
All we got is Pepsi Cola
And we know that it won't hold you
But remember what we told you
No one else knows what's in store
Remember that we told you
OH, ME
If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do
I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sweetened with emotion
Invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me
LAKE OF FIRE
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again 'till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who lived in Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
But she went to her grave a little too soon
And she flew away howling at the yellow moon
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils fight to claim them for
their own
I'M A MINDLESS IDIOT
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THE WHISTLING SONG
It's the shadow in the dark
It's the silver in the park
It's the broken, faded bird
You've learned to call your heart
It's not a border you can see
Just as plain as you or me
I can't throw the lock back
And I don't have the key
It hovers in the living room
Just above the door
It whistles while it hangs there
Feathers dripping from every pore
They show the spectacle of falling
And settle to the floor
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