1. |
Almost Ramona
03:27
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"Almost Ramona"
The sun is high
Believe me
It's in the sky
No really
The sun is high
Believe me
And it goes by
No really
The old Ophelias all dressed in blue
And not a one of 'em compares with you
I used to throw a wish through the Gateway arch for her
When I was eight
Later others tried to catch me
Using baseball cards then garters for their bait
An almost Ramona goes speeding past
But it's not the same anymore
Saw her Beetle down on Klickitat
Where did she go?
Missus Cleary doesn't know
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2. |
Picabo
04:20
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"Picabo"
Somewhere in a cloud
A freckled jet takes off
The trees scoot over
And all the left foot people
Standing in a crowd
Are gettin' kinda loud
Snow
Let it snow on Picabo
Somewhere in a cloud
A hundred horns go up
Somewhere in a cloud
A freckled jet takes off
The trees scoot over
And all of the left foot people
Standing in a crowd
Are gettin' kinda loud
Snow
Let it snow on Picabo
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3. |
Terminal Hotel
02:47
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"Terminal Hotel"
It's so cold when I breathe
I can see it
Snowed last night
I'm relieved 'cus I need it
Sliding 'cross a big red bridge
With the Ramblers
In a sweeping chimney view
If I'm a joke you still like to tell
You can find me at the Terminal Hotel
In Nanaimo
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4. |
Tunnel Traffic
03:48
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"Tunnel Traffic"
I go down to the beach
Where all the submarines popped up
I go out to the porch
And still the ugly people pop up
The wind laughs
When you feel like you can't laugh again
The wind cries
And pins a page against your fence
I go up to the butte
Where all the dandelions pop up
I hope I go to heaven
An' Jonathan an' Amy pop up
The wind laughs
When you feel like you can't laugh again
The wind cries
An' pins a page against your fence
Maybe it was yesterday
But news can hang a long time there
On 26
Highway 26
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5. |
Pedalnaut
03:34
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"Pedalnaut"
Annus horribilis
Coppin' feelies
Never poppin' wheelies
In the dirt
I had my frights
My spills and flights
Still everything seamless passed
With ice cream bells and circus seals
With penny whistles charmin'
All the rubber snakes
When it rains a drowning water
If your wheels are fat
Don't wait in vain
'Til it gets hotter
Annus horribilis
Coppin' feelies
Never poppin' wheelies
In the dirt
In my brain
Street
Court or lane
You tabletop and crank like mad
From ice cream bells and circus seals
From penny whistles charmin'
The monarchs stuck to you
When it rained a drowning water
Moonlight
Noonlight
Just the same
I never caught up
I'm a pedalnaut
You're a pedalnaut
Go
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6. |
P.S.
03:12
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"P.S."
I'd like to pop a manhole
Make it a personhole
Open in your mind
Jump down like Ed Norton
And see what I could find
You
If nothing else
Take a look around
At you if nothing else
Sitting at a bus stop
A piece of hair floating in my eye
Looking through the water droplets
Spilling out a roadmap
The miles in my feet
I'll just have a seat
I remember when I first saw a Linus shirt
An' a nose ring on a girl
The sight of you might bring that back
But I know how I lost it
You didn't wait to see me cry
So you can go to hell
And after the girls and boys
There's me if nothing else
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7. |
Old Salt
03:42
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"Old Salt"
She collects the rainy day
And puts it in our tea
Folds the weary purple tarp
And crawls back in with me
Don't gimme your crap about bubble domes
When I reach eighty-three
'Cus we got caves to call our homes in 2053
Tell Darwin I could use some turtle clothes
So sometimes I could just poke out a nose
Terra razed and rearranged
Metropolis gone
Home on the range
Nine legged crickets dug a Monk refrain
Scattered sterile people studied Intro to Flame
Don't gimme your crap about bubble domes
When I reach eighty-three
'Cus we got caves to call our homes in 2053
Tell Darwin we could use some turtle clothes
So sometimes we could just stick out a nose
My love and I go wandering
The neighborhood's unique
Silent Geiger like the rest of us
Reliable antiques
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8. |
Mrs. Cooper
04:39
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"Mrs. Cooper"
You had freckles on your face
Before you rode a dirt bike
And beat the boys
You had freckles on your legs
Before you threw a pot
Around and around
If whirlwind's son left you crying
Then I'm sorry
Shit
It was dying
Is Missus Cooper really dead?
Was she just in my head?
Who was that girl?
We broke my bed
When I was just a boy
A dick was just a toy
In a yellow rusty way
It's loads of fun to fuck
Like a Tonka truck
You push it every day
I didn't want to change her
Sing these lullabyes
Such as they are
To a stranger
Is Missus Cooper really dead?
Was she just in my head?
Who was that girl?
We broke my sled
And rosy cheeked she fled
They bulldozed your house on Bybee
The winter storms have toppled the trees
If you ain't even washed a sundress
Well that's alright now girl
You gotta world
You were a kid
So you always did
Climbing in your pumpkin dome
Oh, the Places You'll Go!
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9. |
Doppler
04:10
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"Doppler"
Burning
Like a sudden snowman
Wet footprints in your lawn
Going
Going
Going
Gone
Off to meet all the muses
With nooses that swing me to sleep at night
Lookit
There's a falling star
A wishful thinking locomotive
Turning on a trestle in the sky
Past Orion she cruises
His arrowhead snoozes another night
Were the cabooses so useless?
It's fruitless to wave at a flashing light
A short row of tabby
She glides
Tootle's signals flap at her sides
She thinks she can
She thinks she can
She thinks she can
But she missed you
I'll try other stars
Still wish you'd doppler
In a ratty car
Just a peek
'Tween the Chesapeakes
Doppler
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10. |
Blue Crayon Portrait
02:43
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"Blue Crayon Portrait"
Did you see her in gridlock?
A flower in the sidewalk
Under a sky without trees
Hurl a rock at a streetlight
For a square patch of starlight
Under a sky without trees
And when she spins
Curls smoke in a grin
I float like Huck Finn
A bottled up rocket
With hemlock in her pocket
Under a sky without trees
A jukebox
A mourner
A book of bent corners
Under a sky without trees
And when she spins
Curls smoke in a grin
I float like Huck Finn
The fall leaves follow her around
Moonbeams put her shadow down
Fall leaves will follow her around again
I'm a drag to the ashtrays
When she looks at me sideways
Under a sky without trees
Then I'm lost in the streetlights
A kite dodging searchlights
Under a sky without trees
And when she spins
Curls smoke in a grin
I float like Huck Finn
I wanna raft
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11. |
Let It Snow
02:37
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Let it snow
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