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Oh My Wandering Lovely
04:04
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OH MY WANDERING LOVELY
Chilling with the peasant when the weather isn’t so pleasant
Walk outside the pavement is two feet too high my feet abide
The melody from the window pane I cannot see
Shimmering apparently the feeling that I get is glee
Ha la la la Oh my wandering lovely
Shed all the fuss, smile through the dust
And over the years the devilish tears
Are what enliven our step and settle our breath
Standing by the rolling hills the foliage is conveyor belts
Watching Aladdin, to the upper left of the screen is a leaf that’s crystalline
And a tiny down feather is a bird
He flew out of the pillow without a word
Said “come for a ride”
I said “hold it there fellow, elongated limbs could never fit inside”
Oh my wandering Crony
Sail o’er the sand
Desert the lonely
Stuck in the ruts and the cigarette butts
When you’re open you’re shut, I lust for you only
Ooh
--I’m an ocean --and my heart’s a wave --and waves always break
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Eyes in the Dark
04:46
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Eyes in the Dark
You and I are puzzle pieces; my curves will fit your creases
Sucking on an artichoke, reach the end the heart is leafless
So I wait patient like a stone, but your cold shoulder is erosion
I long to touch your skin and bones, I think I just felt emotion
Try to keep your eyes in the dark
Keep your eyes in the dark
Come on people close your eyes, see and hear in other colors
It’s different when your lids are dry, and beautiful as another’s
Gather nectar, gather nectar gather nectar gather nectar
Gather nectar just beware the fur is shuffling, the feather is ruffling
Oooo
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Deaf Kid Dance
00:47
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Perpal Unbrela
04:59
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Fallopians
04:17
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Wandering through the broccoli vines
Wondering how my mind is fine
Animals seem to roam
Feet afloat on seas of floam
On the ground dead leaves and sprouts
Nature recycles the whole year round
People dress and act like clowns
(Sweep their trash into mounds)
Winding down through the fallopians
I steer my ship with no eyes or ears
But have no fear
In three quarter years I’ll meet you at last
No recollections of the journey past
The mind is vast
Scientists cry and twist as
Preachers cry that god exists
Where do all the people fit?
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