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England
01:53
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England is sleeping all safe in their beds
and nobody's going to sea.
They've all said goodbye to their day-to-day lives
and nobody lives here but me.
I climb to the top of my tower of stone
and scan the wide ocean of grey.
On Sundays the harbor is filled with great ships
but nobody's coming today.
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2. |
New York Sails
03:53
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when the city lights up
like the fourth of july
you slip into the crowd
and you feel so good
and the people you see
passing by on the street
they don't see you at all
they don't know you're on fire
and the city becomes
like a gelatin print
like an old photograph
that it took of itself
and the buildings become like the masts of a ship
sailing out to the sea
and new york sails
cross the sky.
the diminishing streets
are eclipsed by the air
turning black where it hangs
from a gallows of sky
and the night wraps around
your gelatin frame
and the city becomes a picture of itself
and the buildings become like the masts of a ship
sailing out to the sea
out to where you're free
new york sails
cross the sky.
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3. |
Mister Wonderful
04:17
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Don't you tire of this desire? Will it never end?
All your daydreams tear at the tent seams. Will they never mend?
Don't it seem so funny? Life's got you down.
Calling Mister Wonderful to turn your life around.
Countless sages through the ages, followed at his heels
Male or female, he'll always prevail, in the final reel.
Mister Wonderful will make you a man.
Kiss me, you're so beautiful, it's more than i can stand.
I'm at your command.
Jesus, Buddha, Pablo Neruda. Certain girls named Kim.
Every Seymour... how could you be more? All of us is him.
Mister Wonderful, I'm glad you're on time.
Take me in your arms & make this lonely world shine,
These crippled words rhyme.
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4. |
Dial Tone
02:43
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i was holding your face in the palm of my eyes
i was feeling your skin on my heart
you were looking at me w a tender surprise
as i tenderly pulled you apart
there was never a way to be w you alone
there was nothing we said that was written in stone
there was nothing to think as you hung up the phone
and i choked on the cold dial tone.
i was listening close to the words that you said
while the world chattered rudely away
and i think i believed all the wishes i'd fed
w the words that you never did say
there was never a way to be w you alone
there was nothing we said that was written in stone
there was nothing to think as you hung up the phone
and i choked on the cold dial tone.
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5. |
Country Road at Night
04:18
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6. |
Morning Blue
05:24
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Was a train - catched a ride - over you - in the night
woke to find - morning blue.
Didn't know - what to say - all the air - had slipped away
leaving me - morning blue.
Had a dream - you were there - snow was waving - through the air
all in white - just we two.
In a room - i saw the light - winter walls - were glowing bright
shining out - love to you.
On the streets - people stare - don't know why - there's no one there
no one left - no one (k)new.
Silver heart - let me unwind - and ravel out- the silver line
spinning out - just for you.
With you in black - the world in white- the light is hard - but still the night
clings to you ~
Was a train - catched a ride - over you - in the night
woke to find - morning blue.
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7. |
Capistrano
04:09
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8. |
Still
04:58
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broke as an old toaster and sad as a clown
with a tombstone in my pocket i make my way downtown
the night sky so empty as the streetlights swarm around
like schaecter's bees
still i go on if you please
well it seems like last christmas we were lonely & free
drank all your whiskey & made love beneath the tree
now the sky is a graveyard flyin over me
in the breeze
still i go on if you please
walking by your window where you used to plant your pie
sometimes i wonder why we all have to cry
how could a river so dirty still hold so much sky
with such ease
still i go on if you please
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9. |
Pineapple
02:09
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Pineapple, pineapple pen.
Line after pineapple pen.
Who put the why in the
When am I free to go
chained to a pile of snow.
How much more smile
am I expected to know, dear.
Clouds hide a mountain of sin.
They show me a way to begin.
Over & over
Again to sea I turn.
The sails of my skin will burn.
I am on fire - show a little concern then.
If I could be right at your side
spears through my organs will ride
carried away by the
Tied to a sea of green
life could be so serene,
hiding away in a little ravine, yeah.
Up in the burgundy sky
birds swim a river of fly.
I don't pretend to know
Why is the sea so round
lifting me off the ground.
Questions like this seem a little profound when
they dazzle with sequins of snow.
I don't know which way to row.
When am I free to go
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10. |
Fishtanq
05:47
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Fishtanqs rupture all around and fish swim out to sea.
There's no silence more profound than that of fish set free.
Alabaster potted palms drop fronds on marble shores.
The naked palm trees beg for alms to the sound of fishy snores.
The ocean waves along the sand but never reach the shore,
so hermit crabs along the beach must always ask for more.
However high the oceans rise they can't eclipse the sun,
Which poaches of its own free will as soon as day is done.
But you & i are far away, our hearts are dancing fast.
I wish we had more time to play, but we're dancing in the past.
Fishtanqs rupture all around and the fish are finally free.
There's no silence more profound than that of you & me.
The fish are gone to sea...
The fish are gone to sea...
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11. |
White Noise
05:36
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Fuzzy shapes go rushing by.
Heaven makes me close my eyes.
Your memory is all around, without a sound.
White noise sings me lullabies.
This winter storm could hypnotize me.
Snow begins to fall at last, like scattered scraps of past.
What happens to your thoughts of me,
When someone else is at your knee?
Where should i keep my love for you?
Perhaps this winter storm will do.
Where should i keep my thoughts of you?
Perhaps this winter song will do.
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12. |
For Elanna
04:50
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13. |
Ice Cube
06:20
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Melting like an ice cube
I become a pool of me
There's nothing i could wish for
There's no place i'd rather be
Thinking of you now there's no escape i can't foresee.
Many times i wondered
How we would reunite
So many times i'd think of us
Of each our separate light
The embers bargained slowly for the chance to reignite.
You tell me there's no time for things
That happened yesterday
I tell you not one thought for you
Has ever gone astray
Thinking of you now i don't regret a single day.
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Sensible Weather Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sensible Weather (formerly Bile Greene) is the music of Bill Greene. Bill writes songs & plays music in Philadelphia. He has been lots of places & met lots of people, and these songs are probably meant to be his take on all of that. The music is all available to be downloaded for free (or you can pay what you want to), except for some unfinished items which you can listen to, but not take home. ... more
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