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Vesuvius
04:04
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It's like that sometimes...
It's like that sometimes...
It's like that sometimes...
He's just a seasick sailor, too close watching, thinking hard
His counterpart of culture tortures everyone
And until the war's been won with uncertainty
I'll fight for you, honey, and your Dalarna Dream
Dalarna Dream
All of the emptiness inside
Eclipses her Vesuvius crime
And there you sit, baby
Like Altenbach roses calm the addict in me
You're the love of my life, it's too bad you're just a fantasy
She's just a seasick siren, unmarried to the Sun
Her counterpart of culture tortures everyone
And until the war's been won with uncertainty
I'll fight for you, honey, and your Dalarna Dream
Dalarna Dream
It's like that sometimes...
It's like that sometimes...
All of the emptiness inside
Eclipses her Vesuvius crime
And there you sit, baby
Like Altenbach roses calm the addict in me
You're the love of my life, it's too bad you're just a fantasy
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2. |
Watches the BBC
02:59
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3. |
Confused
03:27
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Coming on up, born again today
Dowsed in a sickness concave to a bed frame
Feeling slightly confused at times
Perhaps it's part of the design
I get confused
I get confused
I get confused
Coming on up, to the borderline
C*** on the brain envelopes their mind
Stepping on the borderline
Beyond the cardboard paper trail away...
And on & in, and in & on
And on & in, and in & on
I get confused
I get confused
I get confused
...Without you...
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4. |
Peach Roses
01:11
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5. |
Cinnamon
03:14
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I've thought on this so very long
Wond'ring how you're doing
Confiscated from your grace
Hoping your's a slice of heaven
Left in a place, of our unraveling
Cinnamon
You're my sweet cinnamon
Almost three years
Here's to that, to the day when...
"Hur mar du?" I ask it still
Hoping your's a slice of heaven
Confiscated from your grace
Hoping there's a place for our unraveling
Cinnamon
You're my sweet cinnamon
Fifty effervescent shades of blue
An aging mind, and how it pines after you
Cinnamon
Cinnamon
Cinnamon
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6. |
One Who Listens
03:24
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Forgive me, will you
In this brush with death, this vanity
Greedy monster inside me lives
Eating my kundalini
As I did the day before
Love is what you are for me
Holy ghosts wrapped in cellophane
Giver takes away the hate
Gives her shoulders a rest for the eve
Conscious to the rhythm
Any person who cares
Any creature who dares
Singing Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!
Any creature who cares
Any person who dares
Listens to her heart strings
Listens to her heart
Listens to her heart strings
Listens to...her heart
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Timm Barnett Phoenix, Arizona
writer, musician, painter.
Quasimodo is a saint, and Kermit the Frog a legend.
Timm Barnett recommends:
he's the best person I know.
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