1. |
Left On Coast
04:53
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The Flower District wakes at dawn
Musicians stumble out of the loft
Into the streets to find sleep
Long shadows of November are here
Casting their doubt on neon marquees
Stood at the window fixing his lens
Clutching a camera through the haze
Pushing microphones through the floor
Editing photos in the hall
22,000 photos of that smoky city
Made the whites like halos glowing
He saw death in the automat
He put his finger in the slot
I'm recording the radio when you leave
I'm recording underneath the stairs
I'm recording my life
You just happen to be in it
You’re sending radio telegrams
So you can hear your name on air
I'm recording the radio when you leave
I'm recording underneath the stairs
I'm recording my life
You just happen to be in it
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2. |
A Street Called Finland
05:27
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Do you wonder about me?
Or if I’m wondering about you?
The world makes it too easy
For us to look at all the things we can’t see
When you sailed to the islands
When you walked down the streets of Rome
When you did nothing together
Did he brush your hair or seem withdrawn?
Is your hair thick or fine?
Does it tangle in the wind or fall in place?
We watch the same moon rise
Stopping to count our lost days
Do you wonder about me?
Or if I’m wondering about you?
Are those eyes of yours dark brown
Or are they a dusty green?
Is your hair thick or fine?
Does it tangle in the wind or fall in place?
We watch the same moon rise
Stopping to count our lost days
In a place called Polish Hill
On a street called Finland, do you pretend that
Your giant lake is the seashore like I do
When I gaze into these three rivers
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3. |
Following Me
05:10
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Walk on
We leave on
Follow my footsteps down the shore
When you cry, your tears just fall
They drown in the water
That runs down through your toes
I know, well I know
I felt the pain you feel inside
I did too love one in the ways
That you say, that you love me
Are you following our dream
Are you following anything
Can you see
All things my eyes can see
Are you following me
Walk on
We leave on
Follow my footsteps down the shore
When you cry, your tears just fall
They drown in the water
That runs down through your toes
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
La La La La La La La La La La La La
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4. |
Seldom Search Arch
03:49
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5. |
The Starfish Song
06:47
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It was one of those clear sharp restless days
That summer, nature and man take delight in
Never had the stars seemed so bright, so high
Or the Earth did it look so green
You held a golden starfish in your hands
Five long arms each one a distant land to where
The sun's warm rays the ether deep and free
The waves below where we would dive for dreams
Above the sea the sun flashed bright, the world kept pace
You turned to the pier across an intricate maze
The years are shapes in time, in disguise too late
Into the silver dawn, the leaping white clouds sail on
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6. |
The Island of Stability
03:47
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A cardboard box one piece of paper inside
Ten short words handwritten on it
Her name is Victoria and I cannot keep her
Just a season when she was left on the most convenient doorstep
Fifty dollars every month
Arrived in May for 18 years
The train pulls in at midnight
Collinwood Mansion, forty rooms fogged in
Welcome to the beginning and end of the world
The kind of place where only two people get off at the station
Sent to the girls foundling home
Postmarked Bangor, Maine
The island of stability
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7. |
Moon Pale and Moon Gold
05:32
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After the disco
They’d go and watch
The Northern Lights
The greyest town on Earth
Lit up with colors
On those nights
The daughters of its coal miners
Scattered 300 miles away
Ghost towns of the Eastern Bloc
What’s left of their hometown
Crumbling apartment complexes
They set fire
To the one
Cinema in town
Out of the coal mines
Into the forest
Out of the coal mines
Into the forest
She was the first
Baby born in town
Saved the newspaper
From that day
Now the town sits like
A sleeping monster on its crest
Days and nights of tomorrows
Telling them to run
Out of the coal mines
Into the forest
Out of the coal mines
Into the forest
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8. |
Cooling Station
05:03
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Long helicopter ride
Low over Rust Belt city
Rivers shine
Twilight minds
Gold and grey
Can't forget all their names
Those who watched over me
Beside me, next to me
Tired aides
April, Holly, Alice, Linda
Seven-hour watch
Wheeled away
The tiny man from London
From the old wing I could see
The Downtown lights
Shining on the Allegheny
Left with no memory
Of time and it glows green
The instrument
That plays itself
It plays itself
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