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Night Cruise
03:41
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On this perfect
November
It’s already dark
Couldn’t help but notice you
And ask you on a night cruise
Well what if I?
Why don’t I?
What is there to lose?
It’s only relevant if I choose
I’m just out on a night cruise
Look at the scary house on the hill
Look at the broken TVs
The moon is shining like half of a pill and what’s that?
Here come the police
And I wonder where they’re going to?
I’ll bet they’re on a night cruise
No quiero
No puedo
Cambiar quien soy—pero
There’s one thing I can always do
And that’s go on a night cruise
Streets all lit up like a movie set
I like the night that I know
I dream of things that haven’t happened yet and what’s that?
Round the corner there?
It’s not my job to have a clue
I’m just out on a night cruise
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KHS
04:24
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My murdered out black bess is a KHS
I ride all over the greatest city in the west
I saw a red tailed hawk on a vision quest
I keep it steady
I see no use in hanging around like I was somebody’s guest
I’m gathering speed to slow down my mind
As long as I’m going nowhere I’m gonna be making good time
So I empathize with the lost and insane
I’ve got the sky in my mouth I’ve got the wind in my chain
And it’s warm blood running baby through her frame
I keep it steady
I see no use in getting too excited or calling it by name
It wasn’t the soundest decision I made
I don’t know where to begin
Don’t put out the candle boys
I’m gonna need it to find my way back in
Ain’t got no reason or rhyme
I don’t need money to have a real good time
And that bottom line gets pretty low
It’s copacetic
Though I see no use in getting too uptight about what I can’t control
I’m gathering speed to slow down my mind
As long as I’m going nowhere I‘m gonna be making good time
It wasn’t the soundest position I played
I don’t know where to begin
Don’t put out the candle boys
I’m gonna need it to find my way back in
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Third Sound
03:56
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Get in the car
And go to the bar
Follow the sound of your voice up the stairs
And these rollicking anthems of expenditure
Freakish language
I’m alone very suddenly in spite of all I see
One down
Two in the dark
There’s a third sound
Stirring in your lonely heart
Walk through some other door
Black and white checkered floor
And the curtain is drawn but the audience is gone
And I know that I’m staying out of principle
My kind of lie
And the meaning was broken pieces lost in all their minds
One down
Two in the dark
There’s a third sound
Stirring in your lonely heart
I never wanted to stay forever
I’m the only place to be
One down
Two in the dark
There’s a third sound
Stirring in your lonely heart
Play down
Things that are dear
But when you turn down
What’s the thing you still can hear?
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4. |
Oed's Dream
02:25
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5. |
Cats And Dogs
10:07
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Here is what is here
Is that what that is
You are what are you
Do you?
I think you do
Do her memories exist in categories?
Do her impressions turn to lists or into stories?
Can she smell an earthquake in the air?
There is what is there
She’s lying prone now on the sill
Her heart a shelter — grown not built
Is it primal instinct or her will?
To play the way she kills?
Here is what is here
Is that why that is
When is now is when
Then was what was then
Does she understand the language of her dreaming?
Do her dreams ever intend a double meaning?
Can she see as well at night as in the sunshine?
It’s timely only time
She may get sad when she’s alone
She may need love in ways I don’t
Is it primal instinct or her way?
To hunt the way she plays
And stay where she stays
I hear tonight its gonna rain
Cats and dogs
So stay with me babe
I hear tonight it’s gonna rain
Cats and dogs
They know something we don’t
I hear tonight it’s gonna rain
Cats and dogs
Remind us of ourselves
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Night Cruise Los Angeles, California
Out on a night cruise.
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