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Love & Other Vaccines
03:13
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You know that it’s true what they say about you
that you shine like a light within infinite night
and all I can say is “I like you this way”
I cannot resist the allure of your lips
If you give me a chance for just a little romance
I would show you that love doesn’t come from above
No, it’s buried below all these layers of snow
which cover our world like a blanket of pearls
And men in sharp suits have died in pursuit
of the glow of your skin in the early mornin’
And I must confess, I know I’m a mess
I’m trying my best to keep up with the rest
But I love how you look when you’re reading your book
Oh, it makes me feel calm, like inside of my palm
is that thing that I sought for so long I forgot
that I can’t be so bold as to claim I can hold
the kingdom of God like it’s some kind of rod
No, it’s more like a blast of fire and ash
which fills up our skies, dissolves all our lies
and makes us feel shy though we do not know why
And I heard of a band which sings of a hand
which turns to a fist and strikes down the abyss
then it grabs this old Earth and spins it in reverse
until last is made first, until death is made birth
It is the hand of love
I touched the hand of love
it turned into a dove
it flew into my eyes
it left me paralyzed
I touched the hand of love
I turned into a dove
I fell into your eyes
They made me mesmerized
they made me mesmerized
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2. |
Felt Like Your Man
03:44
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On the bottom of my shoe
I found some gum that looked like Jesus
or maybe it was Charlie Manson
it was hard to tell
I spent half my morning
remembering our night in Marfa
When the stars touched the empty desert
and swallowed us both
And you looked like a goddamn angel
in your vintage t shirt
And I looked like I could work out
but you didn’t mind
And all of the trumpets in heaven
made noise when I kissed you
You tasted like roses and cheap beer
and Turkish Delights
And I felt like a hero
and I felt like your man
On the bottom of my shoe
I found some gum that looked like Jesus
Or maybe it was Russell Brand
it was hard to tell
Lately I’ve been wondering
how much you wondering about me
about whether or not I am wondering
about you as well
And baby I ain’t really built
to be some kind of rockstar
Maybe I should be a monk
and shave off my hair
And I’ll spend the rest of my days
trying to forget when I kissed you
How you tasted like roses and cheap beer
and Turkish Delights
And I felt like a hero
and I felt like your man
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I was walkin’ down a highway
between a strip mall
& an Amazon distribution center
A great rip in the skies came from above
& a bolt of lightning struck a tree in front of me
Suddenly a vision appeared from the flames…
It was Norm Macdonald!
He looked at me
with a glint of glee in his eyes
and he sang me this song:
“I saw a peasant, I saw a king
I saw a galaxy spinning
I saw a future, I saw a past
I saw a present that wouldn’t last
I saw the bottom, I saw the top
I saw the ending that wouldn’t stop
I saw forever, I saw for now
I saw the why, the what, and how
I saw a porno, I saw a rock
I saw the nothing of how I talk
I saw a vision, I saw a dream
I saw the Nothing of Everything
I saw the bottom, I saw the top
I saw the ending that wouldn’t stop
I saw forever, I saw for now
I saw the why, the what, and how”
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4. |
The Life of Trees
02:36
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Come on, baby
Let’s listen to
some Paul Simon as we drive
through West Texas
Come on, baby
Let’s mute the news
I can’t stand the sound
of the chattering classes
Come on, baby
Let’s make sweet love
in motels that once housed
a hopeful nation
Come on, baby
Let’s drop some acid,
embark on cosmic
investigations
When I look at you
I see myself somehow
Became a seed
just had to dig down, down, down
When you look at me
every harp in heaven is plucked
’came the tree of life
just had to grow up, up, up
Come on, baby
Let’s feed each other
ripe peaches as the sky
cries on us
Come on, baby
Let’s become water
Let’s merge with rivers
and tidal floods
Come on, baby
Let’s age in reverse
let’s dance like shaman
in coyote skins
Come on, baby
Let’s joke so dirty
that God, himself
would hide his grin
When I look at you
I see myself somehow
Became a seed
just had to dig down, down, down
When you look at me
every harp in heaven is plucked
’came the tree of life
just had to grow up, up, up
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When the saints come marching in
I hope I recognize their faces
It’s been so damn long since I’ve seen
beauty in this nation
Not sure what I’m looking for
When that trumpet sounds it’s call
I hope my ears will not just cower
It’s been so damn long since I’ve heard
words that seek not power
Not sure what to listen for
When that New World is revealed
I hope I cannot help but smile
It's been so damn long since I have
felt my life worthwhile
Not sure what I’m waiting for
When the saints come marching in
I hope I recognize their faces
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6. |
Electric River
02:41
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The old guard is sleeping.
He fell in love with his horse.
He let go of the reins
& now they’re swaying about in the wind.
& the only thing I’m permitted to say
is that I trust you to do whatever is needed.
[This is not a test, this is not a test.]
A whirlpool of images flickerin’
has clogged up the pipe in my wall
I tried but I can’t seem to try to sing
a song that could capture it all
And failure is more than a word my friend
it’s a life you can buy in the mall
a clown suit you wear as you’re protestin’
your right to be nothing at all
Now ain’t the time
for your sympathies
As my hands reach
a million degrees
Don’t tell me
you don’t hear symphonies
swaying about in the breeze
One time I lived in a satellite
which drifted around through the halls
in search of a world that was big enough
to contain the shape of it all
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Matthew Squires Austin, Texas
I think, all things considered, the songs I write are much more listenable than the songs I don't write.
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