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With the Grain
03:03
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One grain of sand on the table,
one grain of salt on the beach.
One truth that is hidden in me,
one lie that comes right through my teeth.
I see you in a haystack
--you're sticking out like a needle.
One drip echoes in a dry cave,
one hot air bubble in the sea.
One friend higher than a new kite,
that friend six feet under me.
I see you in a kitchen
--you're sticking out like a noodle.
One ray of light in a dark room,
one cloud's shadow on my face.
One last breath comes from a body,
one more soul spreads out in space.
I see you in a desert
--you're sticking out like a green thumb.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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2. |
Cheerleader
03:54
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Sit down, shut up--or I'll get up and be nice to you,
or go away to the side of a dark road on the outskirts of town.
To here--nowhere. I sleepwalk, I trip.
That tree has a spirit--I feel near it, but far from you.
I go farther--under an ocean of stars, there's no end in sight.
Spinning, swirling, I'm happy (I think).
Let's go to the city, where it's shitty and there's stuff to do.
Come on now--the radio is blasting so we don't have to think.
Dining, gambling, bar-hopping, we sink.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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Drive-By
03:11
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Someone pulls up, cruising slow (and so low).
Who could it be? I don't know, but it's not mom
coming home with some food for me, or maybe a treat.
I see a shadow cross my path, then I take a bath in your blood.
It's a bad dream in the day in the city.
Sawed-off shotguns jut out now and go "pow!"
I'm proud of you--almost made it to third grade.
I see your casket in a grave, then I feel a wave crash on me.
Now we share a memory, a blade of grass in our past.
I live a little and die a lot in the city.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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4. |
Rich and Famous
04:01
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Do you want to be rich and famous?
I think--no, I know--you'll starve to death
in a burned out landscape in ex-Los Angeles.
You're climbing up, I'm falling down.
You just pass me up and splatter on the ground.
Do you want to go down in history?
It all fades slow to oblivion
in a desert of space, in an ocean of time.
You're leaning left, you're leaning right.
I'm a burning fire on election night.
I just want to stop and smell the flowers,
take a deep breath and let it all out
and journey to the Earth's core
--how could someone want more?
I'm breathing in, you're breathing out.
Your smoke in my lungs--a shadow of a doubt.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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5. |
Waiting
05:08
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I'm waiting for this traffic to end.
All anger I'd like to send away,
and I can see freedom approaching.
It comes to me red, white and blue in a dream
--and it's not at all as real as it seems.
Freedom is one man per planet
--and I'm coasting there in a beat-up spaceship.
Waiting. Waiting now.
I'm waiting for your machine to vend,
and I wonder, "What is a friend?"
Your knife in my back twisting around.
I come to be Old Faithful spouting up blood
--and I explode and there you sit just a dud.
Friendship is a long two-way street
--and I'm walking there looking around for you.
Waiting. Waiting now.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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6. |
Late Night Moan
02:59
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I see your long black hair / sunglasses.
I hear your strings breaking my eardrums.
Feedback, your piercing screech, late night moan.
Silence is now molten, not golden.
You come from Tokyo
--your CDs all colored black on PSF.
I feel the hair on my neck rising.
Don't stop--I sure won't mop up your slop.
Please do slobber on me
--your sound comes dripping down from all around.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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7. |
Take Your Hands
02:29
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Every day, it's the same:
someone says something lame to me.
I won't see, smell, taste or touch your bullshit.
I don't even want to hear it.
I don't even want to be near it at all.
At night, it's not right. I don't want to fight.
Take your hands off of me--this is not anarchy.
It's bullshit--I don't even want to hear it.
I don't even want to be near it at all.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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Kill Yourself
02:29
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I am so sweet, you say I'm dead meat.
I am a nice guy, you gave me a black eye.
I was goody two shoes, now I'm one big bruise.
You are a macho dick.
You make me sick.
Do the world some good:
kill yourself like you should.
I am so tired, I have you wired.
You don't know what is real because you can't feel
anything but aggression, arrogance and oppression.
You treat girls like shit.
Sometimes they like it.
Do the world some good:
kill yourself like you should.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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9. |
Storybook World
03:15
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Utopia is the storybook world
--it's not for real, but I love to feel good.
And you always have a smile--do you know it?
And if you blow me a kiss, I won't blow it.
Utopia, I really love to touch.
Energy--I have so much.
Don't try to hold me down, you know I'm free.
You are an exploding star in my memory.
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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Solar Power
01:30
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I'm in love with the interior of the sun.
I want to go there.
I want to swim and soar at the same time
--all inside the sun.
Awash in an ocean of warmth and light.
I want to go up close to every star, then go in.
I also want to be close to you*.
(*You = the universal consciousness.)
Lyrics ©1997 Garry Davis / Rungless Ladder Music
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