1.The Sky Is A Harpsichord Canvas
2.Opening
3.A Peculiar Noise Called
If i'm going out
I want to take with me
(a month of golden sundays)
If we're going out
Should we bring a map？
Or should we lose ourselves in meaning
Where we are - in the blink of an eye
You get several meanings
If you come back down
Be sure to hear the sound
(of xylophones gently breathing)
Where we are - in the blink of an eye
You get several meanings
Do you question what's in sight
As the sun is setting
As the airplane hits boundaries
A waterfall fell on an optical atlas
What was remains the same
It took up residence
With a peculiar noise called 'train director'
4.Combinations
5.Hideway
Don't hideaway, hideaway from your imagery
Don't hideaway, hideaway from all your daydreams
(or your nightmares)
What is to fear when surrounded in apathy
When putting down words is just like pulling teeth away
And i know some kind of rain will fall
But it can't rain everyday
Don't hideaway, hideaway from your intricacies
And don't hideaway, hideaway from all your obliques
(it's all out there)
There's no need to fear all those things in your histories
When putting down words is like putting things away
So long seku, goodbye wren
6.Black Foliage
You are the subject of many conversations
From three points of light to the fourth
I sang a song that lasted a year
You are the subject of sketches
I made for a sculpture in sound
When you pass the black foliage
Imagine an eternity wrapped in silver sound
When you pass the black extension
Imagine you are the subject eating, walking, making love
Dressing for the universe
There are several layers of meaning,
Hundreds of different aspects of the soul
We cannot simply seek to be known, high points, low points,
All around the globe
You are the subject of sketches
I made for a sculpture in sound
When you pass the black foliage
Imagine an eternity wrapped in silver sound
when you pass the black extension
7.I Have Been Floated
When it should learn to speak before it melts away
And thus express that each have words no one else will say
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events i cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
That what it would effect that will not remain
A light shines through a little hole the hole's inside somewhere
The spiracle's obedience it is true, i swear
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events i cannot explain
Gather your with, your will, your luck, your power
That what it would effect that will not remain
If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside
8.Paranormal Echoes
We took a sideways glance and fell into the bottom of the season
We saw horizons and different paths away from here
We touched the wall of airplane avenue
We felt a pleasant grey rain
Hiding in the machines of the cities
Listening to bells and hardened beaches untouched
We took a sideways glance and fell into the bottom of the season
We curved around the statues
We saw horizons and different maps away from here
Paranormal echoes from unexplained evidence maps
And misty pointed Moscow telephones
Supplied by design, five hundred lovely contact microphones
9.A Place We Have Been To
When this life it gets you down and you just can't find the
sound
Of the world around you
Cubist castle is a place we have been to
I know i have seen all mine and your friends there
When the people downtown are slowly fading
I know their stories are still being written
There is hope for everything for this life we're all living
And in my dim reflections
When the people downtown are slowly fading
We know their stories are still being written
10.The Sylvan Screen
Every day i sit and look through my window
The cars go back and forth (honk) and seem to never stop
No one sees me looking at them from my window
And i can be any one of them i want to be
And you can come watch with me
See the neighbors up and down my street
Mowing their lawns and raking leaves
Like you wouldn't believe
Everyday i sit and look from my window
When everything's unclear to me
But no one sees me pulling the strings from my window
They can play any character i want them to be
And you can come watch with me
See the neighbors up and down my street
It's the best selling book on the sylvan screen
11.The Bark And Below It
12.California Demise
Home of the saints burn down the walls
Between spaces between friends
Archaic angels pose in rows
And in my garden angels grow
They come inside only at night
Inter-static sunbeams are the angels only storybook
They come inside only at night
Inter-static sunbeams are the angels only storybook
Friends
Everybody sees everyone
They don't bother wearing seat belts
To protect them from the wreck
They've already died in the california demise
13.Mystery
Mystery - come cover us again
Like a rain in the morning
You land on the house
Like a freight train - you do
Mystery - come knocking here again
Like trees in the warm sun
You land on the house
Like an airplane - you do
I know it's hard to believe in something you can't see
I know it's hard to believe in something you can't see it
Mystery - come smother us again
Like a moon in the wet grass at night
You dawn like an airplane, you do!
I know it's hard to believe in something you can't see
I know it's hard to believe in something you can't see it
14.Another Set Of Bees In The Museum
We will find the way,
To where they make the sounds we hear inside,
The bark- below it is the ants and snails having orange
(parties／bodies),
The bark- below it can we go？
We will find the way,
To travel beyond ___ty and sky,
(How can liberate the world of sound？)
The bark- below it is the ground,
It can always take you back down
The bark- below it is the ground,
The bark- stuck there can we go？
15.Hilltop Procession
Above the clouds and below the bark they're having parties
Beyond those roots find a tree house symphony there
Step lightly into my daydream after the yawning
Don't worry about what's on TV, it'll just be boring
Mystified and unified we know
Half-empty but positive we know
There are no explanations to the things you see
In your mystery
So don't look to me to validate your dreams
Hilltop procession momentum gaining
Take me away from this food chain link
Bauble among the bone and streams
Woke up
16.A Sleepy Company
Things come rushing in
Things come rushing out
When you're in a dream
If you're in a dream
You're just a sleepy company, but that's alright
I'm picking up the remnants
Of another lost Sunday...
Dig a hole in the cracks of the logic transistors
Dig a hole and listen for the history
17.A New Day
I see a blue lake folding
I hear a new age dawning
There's a new direction in the way we see our lives to be
Mysteriously, everything's changing making way for spring
I see a new day dawning
I feel a new wave forming
There's a new place we can take
Among the leaves, among the trees
But until we leave, all in all, all is all that we perceive
18.Looking For Quiet Seeds
Don't try to throw away the skies you keep in there
Try to throw away the disguise
Just below things are changing
The sky is going to rain inside tonight
Try to throw away the flags of consciousness
Flow through the fields of time
But when you pass the black foliage
You can always change your mind
19.Grass Canons
What if we wore our stripes in the sky
On a clear day you can see the flags from miles away
Cloud shadows stretched several states
And bubbling music seemed to fill the highways
And the towns
That day
Grass canons - they will fill the air
Turning mountainside grey into blue
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