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Love me like a flag waving in your country's hands.
Let's blow stardust and twist tongues into endless ampersands.
Take me to the star of the unborn.
There's a blue flame over our bed and red tongue splitting the air.
Your eyes grow darker when you start tugging my hair.
Take me to the star of the unborn.
A vase carries life, ringed with a festival of lights.
Obelisk in the cool of night, pointing to starlight.
Take me to the star of the unborn.
When you say things so cheap like gold, like nickel-plated lies
Don't expect me to believe unless it broadens my sky.
Take me to the star of the unborn.
We're making teasers for the next lift like a dump-truck to our lips.
And the stars shine on, and behind them could be long gone.
Take me to the star of the unborn.
Take me to the star of the unborn.
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We've been here before...
I've sung you this song a million times.
No, nothing will change.
Somewhere in time, meet you and I in Einstein's dreams.
These memories of you love me and haunt me so ruthlessly.
I'll still never know...
Born wild or tame, one box or a flame in Einstein's dreams.
Don't let me be cruel.
Don't let me live life without loving you.
Don't let me get away.
Seconds remain. Now everyone's rain in Einstein's dreams, in Einstein's dreams.
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I dream
I’m dreaming of gray eyes
He came into my store asking for cable ties
Haha!
He grinned, my heartbeat picked up
And now my Inner Goddess is down to fuck
Inwardly, I pine
Anxious I’m waiting
He says, “I have rules, and I want you to comply”
That’s a whip, that’s a rope, that’s a flogger
Now we’re taking a ride in his fancy helicopter
He said, “Why don’t you sign my non-disclosure agreement?”
Ahhh! Isn’t that sweet?
I’ve always wanted a boyfriend like this
A multi-million dollar hottie with a whip
He says, “Anastasia, you’re biting your lip again.
Do you know what that does to me?”
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Scrubbing stains on my jeans
Diamonds dropped in the sink
Rusty playground, old steel
Blue tron, barbed wire, cold feel
A stranger in a stranger’s land
Smoky signals of Stone Age man
A tree of night, trains and rains
Severed safety
Blue fist, red inch, old wish
Ginger Gypsies spit sparks
Mouth of madness, missed marks
Trashy trees of night arts
A stranger in a stranger’s land
Smoky signals of Stone Age man
A tree of night, trains and rains
Severed safety
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Lapis blue eyes cannot see you cry,
And know fate leaves no man alone.
Cheats death with a grin with each coin toss he wins,
And no decision is his own.
Something I read
A dozen dead
While laying in bed,
But not for the money.
Permitting no foes
The quarter knows
"We reap what we sow,
and you can't stop what's coming."
Lapis blue eyes
Won't ever lie
Can't see you cry.
Cry.
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our childhood ending
began with a mad plan
for man to end with a fall
then out of nowhere
there came our saviors
who stopped us from being so dumb
they halted cruelty
they put an end to war
in time we tore down the wall
they said they'd stay here
till none remembered
the days from before they had come
so no more triviality
a new responsibility
we can't go back to the days of hide and seek
olly oxen free
we're moving so fast
and progress would suggest
that our goal is a nuclear blast
we need some help
from within or without
to save all the lives of mankind
we're on the edge
of something grand
our saviors enact a primordial plan
so their solution
for our evolution:
combine with the overmind
so it's come down to destiny
approaching singularity
when you and me become the same thing
olly oxen free
i had to know so
aboard their ships i stowed
and rode to the overlord's star
i returned home and
observed alone
but couldn't believe what i saw
i couldn't believe what i saw
BONUS SONG
"a game of thrones"
based on the novel by george r.r. martin
it's the game of thrones
'bout some folks from westeros
it's the game of thrones
the flagship for h.b.o.
it's the game of thrones
george r. martin is the bone
when you play the game of thrones
you will get the new iphone
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You can find it when you face the sun, close your eyes,
And watch the colored lines dance
Follow them, follow the heat and you’ll get there
All the way to my Cocaine Museum
Unlike the museum in downtown Bogotá
Plumb in the center of el capital
My museum lies at the extreme of the border
Where the ocean meets 400 miles of swamp
Where the air barely moves and the rain never stops
Where slaves from Africa brought to mine gold
From the founts of rivers flowing down mountains
Which run north to south but a few miles from sea
This place that I visited weeks every summer
As gold dwindled down and the cocaine appeared
Spread west over mountains from Amazon basin
Where US defoliants drove cultivation
By 1999, oh they were coming
Los tráficos living it up
In the Hotel del Rio, carousing with police
While one river north grew the crops of the FARC
Though fears have abated, they can’t be discounted
In this sense My Cocaine Museum
It stands with its door, with its door all ajar
on the impending apocalypse
…
But I am not that interested in museums
Those dead and hostile places
What I’m interested in is gold and cocaine
Where one is dying and one taking off
The end of the earth where the rain never stops
And the trees reach the sky
A history of things and a history of people
Forced to find their way through these things
What sort of things? Heat and rain, stones and swamps
Forests and rivers, colors and islands
And along with the ghosts that haunt the museum
Nature itself is released with the rush
Of the time-compressed magic of gold and cocaine
The time-compressed magic of gold and cocaine
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(chorus)
Oh, Accordion Crimes
What I see reminds,
Old bellows and grime.
Oh, Accordion Crimes.
Follow the lines
The feeling sublime.
All the state of affairs
Sold in meaningful stares
Hate of immigrant’s rhyme,
Pain in all of those times.
Now together we find
The whole frame of mind
Of Accordion Crimes.
We take a boat ride
Over the sea.
Holding a box and a dream
To make lots of money.
Birnging pride in music
On Mulberry.
Streets of New York
We were told too busy.
My son and me
We finally broke free
From our path down
To a new land called New Orleans.
Which way does luck lead?
Which way indeed.
(chorus)
One death, a score,
Follow those hands
Who squeeze the box
However they can.
Some play the Polka,
Ranchero, and more.
Some sounds for sitting
Or feet on the floor.
Dance on the buttons,
They’ll call you a whore.
Each one a new take
On family lore.
Will they stay or go?
Stay or go?
(chorus)
Drug money, music,
We swallow that pill.
Dollars collected
And placed in the grill.
No one confessed
To deeds on the docks,
‘Cause each of the heads
Who lay close to this box,
Hold keys to the puzzle,
The story unlocks,
Building a town
Or a name that they will.
Getting their fill.
More than a house on the hill.
(chorus)
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released May 7, 2013