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'Neath An Evergreen
00:46
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Why won't you tell me
the things I need to know?
There's something hidden
down below.
Some things are just too obscene
like a whispered secret 'neath an evergreen.
It's hard for a hardened man
to come completely clean.
I think you know.
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2. |
Older By 4 Years
02:48
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You've got a lovely garden.
It must have taken you a while to grow it --
tall and handsome
and held for ransom
whenever I come around.
It's picturesque, that's for certain.
But as you draw the curtain closed I'm hurtin.'
Well, I've got my wild side, too, you know.
So vintage and classic
I have to stop and cough up my last breath because
as opportunity passes by
I drink in the want of her violet eyes.
You know something that I don't
or can't or won't or shouldn't even try
to discern.
When will my distant and proud heart learn?
I'm older by 4 years.
I'm older by 4 years than you.
I'm older by 4 years.
I'm older by 4 years, it's true.
I'm older by 4 years.
There's a restaurant you've never been to,
so there's a chance we could meet on a Monday;
sip soda and slip out the back door
watching over shoulders for anybody
who could get word back to you
that there's too much for us to do
that we might just have to jump and break through
that wall 'round your lovely garden.
I'm older by 4 years.
I'm older by 4 years than you.
I'm older by 4 years.
I'm older by 4 years, it's true.
I'm older by 4 years.
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3. |
A Snowy Day
00:31
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Ooh! A snowy day!
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Lately, I've been sleeping in the afternoon.
Throw all my cares away and close my eyes,
there won't be another day like this one feels inside.
Lately, I've been sleeping in the afternoon.
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5. |
When They Sing Like That
01:09
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Oooh. Ah-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha.
When they sing like that it goes
oooh. Ah-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha.
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6. |
Wide Trip By Trafalgar
03:03
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In a fit of jealous rage he shouted
"Mary, you can't take the low road no more!"
There were several instances where he doubted
and as she drove them off of the road he swore
"I will never, ever, ever, never, ever do this again."
It was a wide trip by Trafalgar
the reverberations of which still ring.
It was a wide trip by the edge of a place
where they might have fixed up the whole thing.
As the carburetor flew down the hillside
they got so tangled up between the doors that they cried.
There were several instances where they killed light
and as they both divorced the road it replied
"I will never, ever, ever, never, ever do this again."
It was a wide trip by Trafalgar
the reverberations of which still ring.
It was a wide trip by the edge of a place
where they might have fixed up the whole thing.
Lay low, lay low
crash, crash, crash, crash
They're lying dead in the grass.
Lay low, lay low
crash, crash, crash, crash
A million cracks in the glass.
When the minister said, "Dearly departed ..."
a garden blossomed in an evergreen room.
There were several inclinations retarded
and as they shoveled dirt into a mud bath he crooned
"I will never, ever, ever, never, ever do this again."
It was a wide trip by Trafalgar
the reverberations of which still ring.
It was a wide trip by the edge of a place
where they might have fixed up the whole thing.
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7. |
Dreams Of Rock And Roll
00:52
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I had dreams of being rock and roll
on a stage of ageless time.
But what a young man's game is rock and roll
when you've got a face like mine.
I've sipped my sadness slowly and long
because it's my life that I've been pouring.
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8. |
Evangeline
03:20
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Evangeline, you walk in wonder
dancing softly.
Evangeline, I wonder, too,
if Evangeline has put a magic blanket on me.
But Evangeline, what can I do?
Twinkles and sparkles conceal your tired eyes.
Your heart has been sleeping so long.
But it doesn't have to be a long goodbye
when your life is a song.
Evangeline, the wicked winter's melting slowly.
Evangeline, the sky is wide.
Evangeline, you'll take a trip where I can't follow
but Evangeline, you know I've tried.
A season of laughter pales in comparison
to the portent of what could be.
But it looks like we missed our train again.
I couldn't see it.
Evangeline, the circles we've been walking 'round in
you've had enough, I know it's true.
But Evangeline, I've gone as far as the door is open
and Evangeline, that's all I can do.
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9. |
We're Alive
00:57
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There's a story the children know
and it never ends.
No matter how old they seem to grow
their worship stays pretend.
We're alive!
The stars in our eyes are corsets.
Ah, they way they rise!
Could they really be real?
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10. |
This Package
02:21
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Take me down a notch
and take me further still.
They wonder if you'll hurt me bad.
I say I know you will.
Can it be the truth that there is nothing left between
the two old friends who cannot bear to say a thing they mean?
Bring me down a bit
and bring me down some more.
I wonder if I'll let you lie enough
to let me score.
Can it be the truth that there is nothing left that's clean
enough for us to want to stay and linger in-between?
Take this package.
Don't you dare unwrap it.
Early is as lately does, so please just take it.
Please just take your baggage.
Don't you dare unstrap it now.
Lately I just feel that earlier I would have carried it.
Let me down a ways
and leave me down below.
You wonder if I've seen enough
to let you know I know.
Can it be the truth that there is nothing left that means
as much for us as all the nightmares both of us have dreamed?
Take this package.
Don't you dare unwrap it.
Early is as lately does, so please just take it.
Please just take your baggage.
Don't you dare unstrap it now.
Lately I just feel that earlier I would have carried it.
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11. |
Untitled Backgrounds
00:44
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12. |
My Fierce Independence
03:08
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This is a song for Edison.
My fierce independence, my obstinate grinding
and all of my sad devotionals, bookended days
never intertwining with brothers and sisters.
I had a multitude gathered.
But I would have rather walked on alone.
No poet could pen you.
No sculptor could cast you from the clay of the earth.
You know that you've been immaculate --
coddled and cleansed since the day of your birth.
There's magic in starting.
I'm never departing without you.
I won't forget about you or leave you alone.
Your eyes are my lifeblood.
Your smile is a circus.
And your laughter peals across fields of the dead
and make naysayers nervous because they can't catch you.
I'll bet you they can't handle heaven.
That's why they're trembling as you spin and sing.
You're so strong and smart now,
with the soul of a soldier.
You lead me on wonderful magical marches
and I never get older with you in the picture.
I'm pretty sure I am in love with you,
high up above with you helping me fly.
Ride on my shoulders
and play with my chin 'til the sun goes to bed.
Laugh 'til you cry and fall down on me hard
and I'll cradle your head.
I used to dream this.
When I was a boy I could see you.
I wish I could be you and just you alone.
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13. |
Musings On Choosing
01:13
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Nothing sacred on the temple grounds
can be traded for your soul.
And rumbles satirize your promises
with drinks that they won't let you hold.
Let's take a knee.
Shall we follow a path more ordinary?
A less naked tree would turn to ash in a digital mortuary.
Seething, you see them.
Running poor to a harvest, charging hard.
Be, then. You believe them.
Corroded lenses.
A farmer's daughter.
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14. |
Liar's Paradox
03:31
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What if I told you that I was not lying?
And what if I told you that what I told you was a lie?
And what if I was lying on my side while I was trying
to convince you that I was never really lying on my side?
It's a liar's paradox.
I am not wearing socks.
But what I told you was a lie.
It's a liar's paradox.
I will stop all the clocks
'cause everything that I say is a lie.
What if I told you that I was just sleeping?
And what if by sleeping I was keeping you awake?
And what if you awoke to find you'd only just been dreaming
of a time when all my sleeping was more than you could take?
It's a liar's paradox.
I am not wearing socks.
But what I told you was a lie.
It's a liar's paradox.
I will stop all the clocks
'cause everything that I say is a lie.
What if I cried and said I'd never loved you?
And what if I had loved you but you had never even cried?
Could lovers like us divide the time that we'd been trying
between crying over lies that we had told the other side?
It's a liar's paradox.
I am not wearing socks.
But what I told you was a lie.
It's a liar's paradox.
I will stop all the clocks
'cause everything that I say is a lie.
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15. |
Fresh Breath
00:52
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16. |
The Garden At Dusk
03:40
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Oh my father, I saw you lock the door.
Oh my father, you threw an angel across the floor.
Oh my father, I am crying outside the glass.
Oh my father, we lose our innocence so fast.
The garden at dusk is a fine place to be
and no one can touch what no one can see.
I'll make you a promise that Daddy can't hear.
In the garden at dusk we'll lay down our fear.
Oh my father, I loved you more than myself.
Oh my father, you put me on a shelf.
Oh my father, I wish I had your strength.
Oh my father, I'd still have gone to any length.
The garden at dusk is a fine place to be
and no one can touch what no one can see.
I'll make you a promise that Daddy can't hear.
In the garden at dusk we'll lay down our fear.
Oh my father, the house is nearly done.
Oh my father, see how my sisters run!
Oh my father, I'm ashamed to bring it up.
Oh my father, it's hard to live with an empty cup.
The garden at dusk is a fine place to be
and no one can touch what no one can see.
I'll make you a promise that Daddy can't hear.
In the garden at dusk we'll lay down our fear.
The garden at dusk is a fine-tuned charade.
The flowers aren't much more than a bloodied brocade.
I'll sing you a sad song for the lost little boy.
In the garden at dusk we'll lay down our joy.
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17. |
'Til My Heart Turns Off
03:54
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I'm done for. I'm bleeding.
There's no way out of this mess but to die --
a lost cause conceding that I'll never walk again.
Hazy ribbons of my last breath
laugh at me from over my head.
My skin's cold. I'm shaking.
I hear you starting the car in the street.
The ceiling is spinning and we'll never talk again.
I'll suffocate in these sheets
like a corpse that retreats into morning
until I am dead.
Tell Mom I'm sleeping 'til my heart turns off.
There's no more reasons left to turn and cough.
Say love is an ocean
whose waters will keep me alive.
Say love is an ocean.
The night time, it drowns me.
But that's no secret 'cause day after day
my sore eyes get redder and I'll never cry again.
Recklessly reeling without you to block me
and keep me alive.
Tell Mom I'm sleeping 'til my heart turns off.
There's no more reasons left to turn and cough.
Say love is an ocean
whose waters will keep me alive.
Say love is an ocean.
I'm sorry. I'm broken.
There's much better jewelry in your drawer than me.
It's okay to wear it 'cause I'll never shine again.
A boring story, I know, but the chandelier overhead
was one of a kind.
Tell Mom I'm sleeping 'til my heart turns off.
There's no more reasons left to turn and cough.
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18. |
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When I was young I heard a harp
singing sweetly from the clouds for a little bit,
and I believed with all my heart
that the world believed a little bit, too.
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Frederick Julius Omaha, Nebraska
Frederick Julius is underground, lo-fi pop music that conjures the vital sound of early Beach Boys records with lyrics that are visual experiments in the surreal. Each title in the ever-growing Frederick Julius catalogue is written and recorded by Matt Geiler in his sleepy bedroom studio, dubbed The Wonder Room, in Los Angeles, CA. ... more
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