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Bird-dog this wave, bird-dog this reef
Bird-dog this sand, bird-dog this clam
Bird-dog this tan, bird-dog this tide
Bird-dog this beach, bird-dog this break
Bird-dog you
Catchin’ first wave of day
This private footwear hangs
Whitewash below, I hang
Ten and sky above, nice
Swells are strong this morning
Magnifying glass like water
Mountains of rollers and spindrift
Catchin’ third wave of day
This private dick shoe
Whitewash below
Hang ten and sky above
Bird-dog
What’s that noise? It comes roiling in just like gunfireworks
Never turn your back on the surf or you’ll get a tsunami in your posterior
Never turn your back on
Tsunami, Niagara, tidal bore, tsunami
Blinded by a jellyfish in my mind’s eye
Toss around like a ragdoll and spin out of control
Torn up, ripped, sent overseas
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Airs of Terra Incognita
04:55
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Rise and shine, rinse off
Where am I? Abandoned
All alone, dumped by a wave
In lands of green, it’s so foreign
Walk on tall, for a while
Play it by ear, talk the talk
Off the beaten track
Fallen through the cracks
Get down to brass tacks
Where’s the sea gone? Concussion
Gotta get my head straight
Ready, get set, go
Set the record straight, set your mind at ease
Set out, set sail, set forth, set free
Set the world on fire, set the wheels in motion
Set on, set off, set in, set out
Set in concrete, set a thief to catch a thief
Set great store by, set in stone
On I roam and once in a blue moon
I see a fort made of twigs and driftwood
That’s when they catch you, that’s where they snatch you
Taken in, into the stronghold, into their stronghold grips
You’re probed and grilled, cross-examined
That’s when they cut you, that’s where they gut your sole
Into the stronghold, that’s where they gut you
Give the third degree
Set out, set sail, set concrete
Throwing down the gauntlet
Set forth, set free, set in stone
A travesty of justice
Set on, set off, set a thief
Set the record straight
Set your mind at ease
Set in, set out
You stole my sole
On and off
We go and stop
It pours to drops and
Longs for short end of sticks
Taken in, wooden castle
That’s when they catch you, that’s where they snatch you up and
Probe and grill into your stronghold, into their stronghold grips
You’re cross-examined root and branch
That’s when they cut you, that’s where they gut your sole out, sole
Into the stronghold, that’s where they cut your sole out
As the twig is bent so the tree is inclined
King of the castle
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King Twig
02:51
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Shade him in iron bars
Sentenced to cells where the edges blend
Chain him, gag him
He’s handsome, pretty ransom
Drag out his tongue
What are these cells? Shaded iron
The edges all blend into one another
Up close they’re unique
Pull away; they’re part of something bigger
Shouldered by guards and tossed on the red
A peasant cries; birds burst from pie
A pointed yellow crown stares down at us
Regain my liquid for his majesty
Unknown shoe
You’ve wandered in crisis and you know it’s national
Feed the dog, turn the cog
Workers drown their log
You need thicker fog
And I know how
You’re gonna get it for me
You know that I know that I have your sole
I need aqua vita and you will find it all
A sole for their spirits ‘cause their spirits ain’t in it and if they ain’t in it they’re not real wood
Escape with demand
On we go, waterless world, on we go
On we go
The universe is a discrete space made up of a dodecahedron with a twelfth face
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Rolls Hills
02:22
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Rolling hills, climbing hills, is there ever better life?
Green meadows fall into sand but not for a while now
Roll away like my first wave, fall to another day
As quickly as it comes it fades
Away, green wave, hang ten, yeah
Nothing is better than eternal life
But aqua vita’s better than nothin’
Vita is better than eternal life
Magnum opus, thumbs up
Sulfur, salt and mercury
Time never smells slower than when you go venture out
The black night of soul, the white dawn of knowledge and life
The germ of life
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Step into my oasis
I am Highbrow
So thirsty, please help me
Of course, open your mouth
What is this? It’s all wrong
Gulp it down, drink it on up with ice
Take it slow, don’t be so fast
Just use your head
It looks like a mirage
I am Professor Highbrow and
I’d like to offer my services to you
I could help you see straight
Seems like ages turning pages
Voyage in sand, educated man
Step into my oasis
Seems like ages turning pages
Voyage in sand
It seems like I’m bone-dry
Devoid and I’m skinless
Hold this still
Stick out your tongue, say “Ahh”
Now distill this elixir
Iron retort, bronze mortar, transmute
The division of time yours and yours alone
Abide by the rules or don’t
The choice is yours and you’re alone
This is science, I am god
I read the classics, turn the pages
I’m the peacock in your flask
It seems like turning pages has taken ages
Voyage in sand
Condense vapor once more
Forget about your solar power
It don’t work in the dark
Seems like ages turning pages
Voyage in sand
It seems like I was bone-dry
Devoid but now I’m skin-wet
I am Highbrow, that’s my service
Alchemy and you make good friends
Just remember to use your head and
The vita will be yours
Gulp it down
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Straw in the Forge
06:28
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Dusty stones, cobbled roads, colored smells
Blacksmith yells, sounds of coins dropping
Tattered clothes, wearing scat, people attached
Buckets tipping from windows
Resort, it’s business as usual
Retail, the shopkeeper’s privilege
Remain, the world’s oldest profession
Resign, blue collars feed the blue blood
Rabble, throng, working like a dog
Pressed in, trapped, business is booming
They hawk, they cry and peddle
They vend, they sell, crowded well
Swindle, watch like hawkers, open up shop
Run like clockwork, knock knock
Welcome, the sign, dotted line
Join the club, pub crawl, flesh creep
Innkeeper, drunk as a lord he bids
Refuge in odd buildings brings
Doors open, windows close
Minds close, open up your
Refuge in odd buildings brings
Legs open, fingers close
Eyes close, open up your
Open up your dull mind
Open up your clam legs
Open up your mouth and pour it in
Top secret
Open up your free shop
Open up your digits
Open up your chest, treasure and trash
Out to lunch on sugar pills
Dust me off and lay your cards
Down on this here table, stranger
I got more sense than cash
You can bet your life away
Won’t hold water
Honey down the drain
Chicken feed and axle grease
But it’s not your money that I wanted
Return it back to you I will
One condition, you just listen
I only want water for my sole
Read ‘em and weep
Cry a river, cry bloody murder
Cry yourself to sleep and
Shed a crocodile tear
You can holler uncle, wah
You can spill the milk, oh yeah
You can have a hug, hmm
Stab me in the back, ouch
Now I am concussed
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Final Fantasthma
03:37
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That’s why magic players do it on tables
Our eyes meet across the tables and that’s why
They whisper our name under the tables – Sotto Voce
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Queen Daze
03:34
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Come passing lover
Welcome to Ishtar
I heap favors
Slip it in and sleep it out of me
Out of time
Wake on up
You’re in a dreamland
My little queen land
Up, up in the dirt
Where has all the sand gone?
I could not tell you
What’s this strange apparatus?
I’ll put it inside you
Slip it in - Let me show ya what’s inside ya
Sleep it out - When’s inside ya comin’ out now?
Abandon your quest
I’m afraid I can’t do that
Forgive the twig man
Tanned genitals, I need water
What of me? I’ve got sole
I am all wet. Both moonstruck
Dreams are sweet
When you’re made of feet they are
But when you’re a shoe
It gets harder to discorporate
Slip it out
The aqua vita’s out of your reach
Like a dream
Over too soon and forgotten
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Suplimento Restraint
01:59
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Daryl the Water Diviner
05:09
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Ram bunk spiritualist
You don’t know what cha gonna get for it
Time is the thing
Time is everything
You don’t know what cha wanna do for
You don’t know what cha gonna get for it
Time is the thing
Time is everything
You don’t know what I wanna do for
You don’t know what I’m gonna get
Where the sun sets green
That’s where you will find him
Daryl the water diviner, where are you?
Daryl the water diviner
Daryl the water diviner, hmm
Daryl, water diviner
(Where are you now?) - Who calls me?
(Who are, what are you now?) - I’m divining now
(When are you now?) - I’m diving
Where the sun set’s green
That’s where you will find me
Daryl the water diviner, where are you?
Daryl the water diviner
Daryl the water diviner, hmm
Daryl, water diviner
Where the sun sets green
That’s where you will find us
Snap a twig, shape it into a Y
Divine rod, forked little peach branch
Walk real slow, better keep your palms down
Virgule divina
Corpuscles rise, enter my rod
(Gods) - Pay the price, bow down nice and easy at my feet
(What have) - I order, you become, parallel to horizontal
(I unleashed?) - Nothing is gained without sacrifice to your vice
(Can’t close the door) - You may rise now, my rod has been
Divined right through your belly
Parted your kidneys and organs
The aqua vita’s inside
It’s been in your gut all along
Daryl the water diviner, hmm
Daryl, water diviner
(Where are you now?) - Who calls me?
(Who are, what are you now?) - I’m divining now
(When are you now?) - I’m diving out
(Time is the thing) - What is the?
(Time is everything) - I’m telling you now
(How you spend time) - I’m sunsetting out
(Where are you now?) - Who calls me?
(Who are, what are you now?) - I’m divining now
(When are you now?) - I’m diving out
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Folds Hills
02:21
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Folding hills, falling hills, yeah
Nothing is better than eternal life
Fold away like my last wave
Grow today, crash again
Away, green wave, hang ten, yeah
Vita is better than eternal life?
But aqua vita’s better than nothin’
Emit time, time emit time
Time always runs faster when you’re rolling home
You can’t tell
Lunar low yell, solar yellow
Turn silver into gold
A red crowned king at a chemical wedding
Rolling hills, climbing hills
Is there ever better life?
Folding hills, falling hills
Is there ever better time?
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It’s a new world pecking order
And they’re pecking you hard
The amount of black rim glasses in this place is too damn
Hi, my name is Gumshoe. Turbulent, I’ve come to slap them off your
Face facts, we’ve lost the human race, we’re stuck in second
Place your bets, cast your nets, smoke your cigar
Reticent is your arrogance, relentless is your ignorance
Patience is yours
Let’s storm the Wooden Castle
The water is yours
Splash this vita on your face
Wash off the dirt
Soak through the madness
Rinse out the wrinkles
Cleanse your trance
Spill your muffins on the floor
I feel changed
Like a dead dog’s head on a cake
Bloated in the summer wind
I feel unchained
Like a wet pool of red
It’s a new world pecking order
Back in order, peck order
Wipe the dirt from your eyes
I can see you now
Long and lost, brother of a gumboot
Spell has lift, sole returned
Liver source of life
Great left shoe, separated at birth
I am free, feed me wine
Bathe me in liquid light
Peasants cry, birds burst pie
Brother you’re mine
Wipe the sleep from your eyes, I can see you now
I was long and lost, gumboot I am now
Wipe the dirt from your eyes
I can see you now
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
I can see you now yeah
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From Ragnarok to Riches
04:59
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Galaxies in grains of sand
Where greenish lights emit from T.V. waves
Pass through the sleeping eyelids of your children
It triggers and it pets their glands - Pineal glands
Journey ends, quest complete
Conspiracy is whole, water work
Biochemical circadian rhythms shift and penny nostrums fail
Circadian rhythms shift and penny nostrums fail
Galaxies like grains of sand
Wash up on our shores again
Put trust in your skull again
Put trust in your skull, put trust in your
Listen to your guts and
Listen to your glands
Colored stump water
Penny nostrums fail
It’s all snake oil
Penny nostrums fail
Pliant in moonshine
Don’t trust in water
Penny nostrums fail
Now I bid you all farewell
Continue roaming I shall
What wondrous lands, sublime
The ponderous sands of time
From Ragnarok to riches
From miles to inches
The meaning life is toil
Vita’s not a hat of tinfoil
Galaxies like grains of sand
Wash up on our shores again
Listen to your guts and
Listen to your glands
Put trust in your skull, put trust in your
Put trust in your skull again
Galaxies like grains of sand
I wash up on shores again
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