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1-2-3-4-5
04:17
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Telescope microscope
see the world thru a kaleidoscope
miniskirt micro dose
I'm holding on to the microphone
Stage dive exit stage right
one way to get over your stage fright
catch a train in the pouring rain
cold comfort for your burning brain
I'm walking out the door
the sky is all these colors
that I've never seen before
its a paint by number nuclear war
count the colors 1-2-3-4-5
A hundred years in the blink of an eye
this is my idea of a real good time
Catch a train in the pouring rain
cold comfort for your burning brain
I'm walking out the door
the sky is all these colors
that I've never seen before
its a paint by number nuclear war
count the colors
1-2-3-4
I've never seen you before
If I had I would remember
of this I'm sure
It's a platonic rainbow
in a liquor store
count the colors
1-2-3-4-5
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2. |
Cold Red Wine
02:36
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Lets go walking on the desert sand
I can take you to the promised land
You can drive a nail thru my hand
It's OK I understand
but what I see in my minds eye
Cold red wine on a Sunday morning
you got it good you got it bad
take my time don't give me a warning
you're the best I ever had
You want the light without the heat
You've got something strong and sweet
We can dance to a different beat
in the middle of a city street
but what I see in my minds eye
Cold red wine on a Sunday morning
you got it good you got it bad
take my time don't give me a warning
You're the best I ever had
Cold red wine
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3. |
Different Day
04:31
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If you go into the woods today
you might not believe your eyes
If you go into the woods today
be ready for a big surprise
"there she was"
If you look into your eyes today
what would you see
some witchy woman looking
back at me
"there she was"
Today's the day I'm gonna do something different
If you woke up on the moon today
what would you weigh
and does this happen
every day?
"there she was"
I took a little spaceship to get to
where she was
I might take another
just because
Today's the day I'm gonna do something different
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4. |
Take It Away
03:11
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There's no valley high enough
there's no mountain low enough
there's no season slow enough
to take it away
Here's the Russian diplomat
here comes the Chinese acrobat
smiling like a Cheshire cat
take it away
Saturday's for trucks
Sunday's for the morning after
drugs in my ears
can you hear
what I see when I saw you
in a room
eyes of blue
too good to not be true
take it away
There's no speaker loud enough
there's no tweaker wild enough
there's no river wide enough
to take it away
near and far as I can see
from here to eternity
smiling like the Mona Lea
take it away
Saturday's for trucks
Sunday's for the morning after
drugs in my ears
can you hear
what I see when I saw you
in a room eyes of blue
too good to not be true
take it away
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5. |
Run Baby Run
03:41
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Running wild in the streets all day
do they ever get to sleep why don't they
climb underneath the sheets and say
baby baby baby stay
blue eyes and your hair is yellow
you look like a fine young fellow
can I lay my head on your pillow
baby baby baby no
staring into the sun
am I the only one
dying to have some fun
baby baby baby run
You can either get free or get by
you're so cool you could freeze the ice
have you ever looked a freak in the eye?
baby baby baby why
staring into the sun
am I the only one
dying to have some fun
baby baby baby run
and I don't know why I care
if you want to pull my hair
and I dont know how I dare
to stare at you the way I stare
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Banging my head on a wall
as I fall down the stairs of your eyes
as you stare at the sky in the evening
Waiting for time to begin
as you finish your friendship with heaven
it ended the day you stopped believing
So I get up and I go out
and I don't know what you're talking about
but I keep listening
Vitamins see what you want to believe
as you stare at the sea
in your ketamine dreams of wild horses
Sawing a hole in a log
as you lie like a dog in the sun
everyone can hear you dreaming
So I get up and I go out
and I don't know what you're talking about
but I keep listening
I keep whistling
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Magic Carpet Ryders Nevada City, California
Magic Carpet Ryders sail on a droning zephyr of jingle jangle pop music. Hailing from the musical Mecca that is Nevada City, this turbaned trio plays folk rock that is neither folk nor rock. The words are obtuse but familiar and everything gets a dose of reverb: bass, drums, vocals, all 12 guitar strings- we’ll even throw in an autoharp free of charge. ... more
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