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Dear Maestro
04:03
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Close your eyes—tell me what do you see?
All those things that seem so beyond me
Lands so distant, and people so strange
Few more years and I’ll be out of range
Who am I to be singin’ the blues?
All you want is to help find my shoes
Things you say, things you see, things you know
Makes it hard just to go with the flow
Cloaks and Hoods been hangin’ around,
Kinda jazzed about this kid that they found
Tell me things that I wanna hear
Tell me I’ve got nothing to fear
And you tell me not to worry, but I still have to wonder
If you know it’s gonna rain will the clouds steal your thunder
You gotta know that being in the know is no kind of foresight for free
Some old dogs can’t learn new tricks (can’t learn new tricks)
Same old song with some different licks
Once you go and run with that pack (run with that pack)
Say it’s ten times as hard to come back
But the goodness in your eyes can’t be easily changed
When the score you wanna settle hasn’t yet been arranged
They say fake it ’til you make it
If you’ve got it then they’ll take it from you!
Soon it’s you who’ll write your own song
Cut your tracks, I won’t be along
Oh you’ll tap your time and write your own lines
Guess you don’t know what you’ve got…’til it’s gone
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2. |
Sublimation
00:47
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3. |
Up In The Air
06:25
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Awaken, turn your eyes to the stars
Feel the wind in your whiskers and the morning seems so far away
Rolling, do a dance in the dust, cloaked in fumes of the road
You know they do what they must (or so they say!)
They called you gifted to steal all your presence of mind
In silence they lifted you took you where no one would find
Hear them, whisper words in your ear
There’s no room for your fear
You’re no the loneliest one who’s crying (We hear you!)
Help me! I don’t know where you are
And I don’t know who I am and I don’t know where I will be (We're near you!)
The fire you ignited has always resided in truth
You called, they answered to no one, Dream Dancer, but you
But ever wonder where you dreams go?
You’ll find them in there
So whither wander, my young Maestro?
He’s up in the air!
He’s a Maestro (Is that his name?)
I hear he’s one of a kind (One and the same!)
The things he does with that head of his could make or break us—
(Don’t mistake the treasure in his mind!)
Behind your eyelids like landscapes of color and sound
And screaming in your heart lies power you’ve only just found
And in your dreamings, beyond eyesight, you leave them behind
Bound in body, free in spirit, a measureless mind
But ever wonder where your dreams go?
You’ll find them in there
So whither wander, my young Maestro?
He’s up in the air!
And all your yearnings, painting timescapes
You make them your own
The tears are burning, blazing mindscapes
Will they lead you home?
But ever wonder where your dreams go?
You’ll find them in there
So whither wander, my young Maestro…?
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Junkyard
01:07
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5. |
You Are Lost
04:13
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In the head of a giant—this hollowed-out home of mine
Cavern of skull, I made a mess, made a junkyard in here
SOS sent through the teeth—is there anybody there?
Radar back I know you hear me, just say that you care
Crank the eyeballs around the great reach, lock your windows with mine
Run up arms, tie the skin, hail across, cast a line
Listen close, decode and break
The strange sounds that these giants make
You are lost…
(Oh can you see things from my view)
You are lost….
(That we resonate in tune)
You are lost….
(But here and now have we been found)
You are lost…
(You’d be on your way so soon…?)
And I can’t escape no I can’t escape
(We’re live, kid! We’re recording!)
No I can’t escape escape escape escape escape
(We’re on studio time, you little bastard, get back here!)
(Ahahahahahahaha!)
No you can’t escape escape
You are lost…
(Oh how the mind’s in disarray)
You are lost….
(In myself so far away)
You are lost….
(Making sense of all these scraps)
You are lost…
(Ditch the veil and drop the mask)
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Rainsong
01:14
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7. |
Antidote
05:00
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Cloud Rider, the stratosphere’s got no map
Fingers of lightning nudge, what propellers try to budge
Motion on, are you flying or falling now?
Your legs can’t reach the ground
You better grow up quickly now
Listen to the clouds they sing
The thunder knows just what you think
So gray, they teach you all the tricks
To be like them until it sticks
Watch your skin evaporate
Turn to rolling white and gray
This is what you wanted, Nimbus!
…Right?
Antidote, Antidote, hurry up before we choke
Antidote, Antidote, ‘fore my mind goes up in smoke
Get me the hell out of here!
Antidote, Antidote, hurry up before we choke
Antidote, Antidote, ‘fore my mind goes up in smoke
Get me the hell out of here!
Breathe the mist that you have become
Stay a while and make it rain…(your thoughts) your thoughts
Let the wind be our home
Wherever it takes us, the shape that it makes us
Is where we wanna go
So bounce and sway (if you agree)
The whilrwind (puts you to sleep) to sleep, to sleep (to sleep)
No more objects weigh you down
No more running, no more need to
See the future just as we do
Tonight’s the night you learn to fly!
Antidote, Antidote, hurry up before I choke
Antidote, Antidote, ‘fore my mind goes up in smoke
Get me the hell out of here!
Antidote, Antidote, hurry up before I choke
Antidote, Antidote, ‘fore my mind goes up in smoke
Get me the hell out of here!
I think I recognize the faces
My eyes between the spaces
Where the sleet and rain reflect my soul
Off shouting anvil clouds
Where the thunder burns so loud
We’re going down
We’re going down (Down down down down)
(down down down down)
Safe on the ground
I’m coming down (Get me the hell out of here!)
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8. |
Debris
00:56
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9. |
The Field
05:12
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Tick, it’s ticking out your mood
While you wait it waits on you
You see through the crystal ball
Days repeat like mirror halls
Does the foresight turn you blue?
Where’s the trail in this field?
Which horizon gives the yield?
Endless routes, they fill the eyes
’Til the legs are paralyzed
While your life skips ‘cross the sky
Can’t we just reset the landscape and rebuild?
Building charts and signs and guides until we’ve had our fill
Maybe then the wandering souls can finally synchronize
Can we start to fantasize?
Right and wrong on faded signs
(Tick, it’s ticking out your mood)
Hard to read between the lines
(While you wait it waits on you)
And seers are just as lost, you see
Found some circles at their feet
They take a lifetime to divine the arrow pointing to
Who I want to be?
Can’t we just reset the landscape and rebuild?
Building charts and signs and guides until we’ve had our fill
Maybe then the wandering souls can finally synchronize
Can we start to fantasize?
Tick, it’s ticking out your mood
While you wait it waits on you
You see through the crystal ball
Days repeat like mirror halls
Does your foresight turn you blue?
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10. |
Crater
00:45
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11. |
Onslaught
03:24
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The cedars in the sky saw the people skipping by
Brandish megaphones between their legs in stride
Siren when they turned, clicking heels ‘gainst the earth
Flint beneath their soles to make the forest burn
High in my eyes (High in my eyes)
Ashes in my eyes (Ashes in my eyes)
Liquified and carried them way down the stream
Screaming, reaching for the rocks to make them clean
Climb into the boat, floating in the moat
Circling the castle that made megaphones
The crick it trickled quick into the basement cracking bricks
Knocking into the cavern deep beneath
Down, down they go (Down, down they go)
Feel their ashes in my soul (Ashes in my soul)
Then the trees grew back enough to cover up
All the little pyros used for sap and blood!
Deaf, dumb, and blind by this heart-rending din
The sorrow and rage came like waves crashing in
Trees made of metal and castles of wood
Silently preaching above where they stood—
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
Then the trees grew back enough to cover up
All the little pyros used for sap and blood!
Then the trees grew back enough to cover up
All the little pyros used for sap and blood!
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Long Grass
00:51
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Venom
03:43
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Silver-tongued sorcerers go and cast your fancy spells
High blades up to their eyes in this hell
At your feet, slither sneak, think it’s time that you should meet
The full-grown harvest of your rotten seeds
Go for the toes, go for the heels
Go for the heart that doesn’t know how to feel
You start with the feet, wrap up the deceit
You may think you’re G-d, but even snakes’ gotta eat
Fangs, no fangs
They say you lost your fangs
But it’s late, too late
The venom is in your head
Wrap up the birds, wrap up the bees
Wrap up the strays ’til they give up the breeze
Tied up inside, squeezing your soul
The rainbows go free when you swallow them whole!
Fangs, no fangs
They say you lost your fangs
But it’s late, too late
The venom is in your head
Pain, no pain
You say you feel no pain
But it’s late, too late
The venom is in your veins
Hear those scales against the gravel
Judgment Day—they bang the gavel
‘Cause when you’re strolling in my garden
This world of hurt, it begs no pardon
Fangs, no fangs
They say you lost your fangs
But it’s late, too late
The venom is in your head
Pain, no pain
You say you feel no pain
But it’s late, too late
The venom is in your veins
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14. |
68 Camino
01:04
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15. |
Eyes On The Road
05:13
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Hypnotic tires under purple sky
So fast we could fly over the sand tonight
We shift the gear between worlds here
The pilgrims steer as long as you drive (Put it in drive!)
Did you find the garage lying in the beyond
Is it something you’re on, are you chasing clouds again?
Where do they guide?
Are you my mirage, are you some kind of god
Disguised as a fraud—what is this universe?
Beneath your eyes
Keep your eyes on the road
Your foot to the floor
Your head to the dawn
Away from illusions, they chase you
They call you, so keep driving on
Where are you, where am I
We learn the road, we are the drive
Nocturnal eyes watch from afar
Take me home, take me home
Do the hitchhikers know which way do we go?
Keep your eyes on the road
Your foot to the floor
Your head to the dawn
Away from illusions, they chase you
They call you, so keep driving on
The engines roll, you’re in control
The night wears on, the gauge reads full
Eject the tapes, the ribbons fall
Spin the dial, you’re tuning in to hear it all!
Keep your eyes on the road
Your foot to the floor
Your head to the dawn
Away from illusions, they chase you
They call you, so keep driving on
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16. |
Drift
01:31
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Help me.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know where I'm going to be.
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Precipitation
05:35
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Cloud, come undone.
The thousand raindrops that I am,
they all collide and dance within this tempest I made to shake them up.
Oh, but they won't fall down, I can't fall as one; just not sublime enough.
Fog that I am, not so far beyond the moon,
I cry the snow until the sun's not setting on my atmosphere.
Starlight through me wakes up who I am; you saw right through me friend.
In surrender to this sweet fear,
I felt gravity pull me near.
Finally listened to these raindrops,
pull me back down to the earth.
Let me find rebirth.
On horizons, wheels spinning, cloudless sky, a new beginning.
Sunlight shows the way out of your head.
Waving hands from passing cars; no more need be said.
We will meet again.
I'll see you, my friend.
I'll see you, my friend.
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