1. |
Busy Dreaming
04:01
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When I first started dreaming, it weren't no picture show.
I didn't know no picture from my middle toe.
I wasn't even born yet, a feeling formed the concept
And how I kept busy dreaming, I don't know;
Unless I was what I was dreaming long ago.
Yes, I was what I was dreaming long ago.
Now I find you sleeping by my side
And that dream keeps repeating
When my eyes are closed and no one knows I'm dreaming.
It really isn't scheming, believing what we're dreaming.
I do believe we're dreaming most of our lives.
It's just that mine's been always sleeping side by side.
The dream that keeps repeating over time
Since I first started dreaming,
It's been side by side.
Yes, I was what I was dreaming upon a time
Now it seems that my real meaning seldom shines
Unless I'm busy dreaming that you're mine.
I keep busy dreaming, does it show?
I keep busy dreaming, just so you'll know.
I keep busy dreaming, yes it's true
Cause I just can't shake the feeling that it's you
By my side.
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2. |
The Weird One
04:08
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He lives on a mountain with tree on the brain.
He never eats his breakfast and calls everybody Jane.
He only sleeps on his back.
All his reflections are cracked.
He never bothers at all to regret it, no no,
He is blythe in possession, but he ain't got a ball.
He's weird. Let's get him.
He bounds down the mountain,
A stride out of time,
He doubles back and limbos
Underneath the borderline.
High on his mountaintop perch
Howling like a hound on a search.
He senses something astir,
A worry heard without words,
And he's gone like a sable
That's attached to its' fur.
He's unwilling
To get got,
Let's get him
The town folk'll murmur.
A rumor will grow:
The one who's seeking solace?
That's the cause of our woe.
High on his aerie plateau,
Far from the problems below.
Who does he think he is
To live alone with what's his
While we're down here engaging
In commerce and biz?
It's unfitting.
He's left out.
Let's get him.
Here comes the weird one.
Let's get him.
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3. |
Twice As Near
04:47
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You make me think of a movie
Where everything seems so real.
I've got to believe it, I know it and see it
But I cannot actually feel.
Because I'm outside the picture looking in.
You keep me outside the picture looking in.
You treat me like I'm a bookmark
That's advancing at your speed.
A fine line, dividing the time
Between when it's dark and light enough to read.
I'm inside the paperback when you need me.
To tell a man is frightening
What he does not want to hear.
They say it strikes like lightening but,
Once it's over,
Everything's more clear.
Once it's over
We'll be twice as near.
You turn me on like the station
That plays your favorite, funky band
Such exhilaration,
it's so good that it couldn't be planned.
Yet, the airwaves
Are sporadically jammed.
It seems my high, wireless message
Hit some static.
Can you still hear?
Don't touch the dial dear.
Once it's over,
I'll come in twice as clear.
Once it's over
We'll be Twice As Near.
Twice As Near.
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4. |
Big Old Zoo
03:01
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I do. I smile. Don't want to live my life in denial of mirth today,
when sense and humor are much saner ways for you to cure yourself of constantly misunderstanding. Inure yourself by allowing your humor to just handle things.
I try and it works.
If you can see yourself as one of the jerks
Who's just trying to find
A little sympathy and peace of mind.
Lighten up now.
In manipulating your surroundings
You tighten up and how
From the weight of that seriousness
And it's dumbfounding.
It's from me to you.
I see the world as a big old zoo
And we're in here too
Among the animals for all to view.
I conduct myself
Aware that we're all in here feeding.
I deduct my health depends
On off-setting just what just we're all needing.
I do, I smile It often happens I go off for a while
In search thereof,
Someone searching for my kind of love.
I assure myself
That we can achieve understanding
In a state of health induced
By the lack of demanding things.
I do. I smile.
Don't want to live my life in denial.
From me to you?
I see the world as a big old zoo.
The world is a big old zoo.
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5. |
We Be Going Through
04:03
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Your heart and body's offered for the taking.
Looks pretty good.
But my eye sees to the future, the forsaking.
Your heart is offered to me to be breaking.
Do I got to limit what I've got to do?
Do you have it in yet
That it's my body too
That we be going through?
Is it worth it, we two?
Should we be going through?
There are these moments,
Moments of passion filled with laughter
That drag into sullen silence moments after.
And it's that sleepy-eyed resistance
That palettes this world blue.
It's that fog, it's that indifference
That we be going through.
Should I consider it?
Can I abandon judgements' due?
Should I deliver it
without intent that's true?
No, no.
Just keep it to talking.
Just keep it to walking,
This webe's going through.
Bye-bye babylove.
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6. |
Perfect Man
03:15
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There's not a heart that powers the perfect man.
The better ones among them will do what they can
To get back up when they inevitably fall down
From the expectation of perfection that's just not around.
And all the girls say,
"That one's handsome but he drinks too much.
That one's clever but he is such
A capitulating nothing, he'd concede
If you were to say, 'Shush' to him."
Well, I say, "The man that's perfect is a Polyannas'
Twisted whim.
There ain't no perfect man.
That one will love you so sweet and strong
But when it comes to talking
It comes out wrong.
No man is unified in every aspect.
You've got to ride along some ups and downs
To get respect for
That mans' qualities and that mans' faults,
That mans' sureties and that mans' doubts,
That man will love you though he'll
Sometimes make you shout at him.
There ain't no perfect man.
On a fault finding mission
You could get your kicks
Watching some dumb bastard
And some dumb bitch
Chasing elusive vapors
That don't exist.
Every man has something that,
Baby, he can't resist.
There ain't no perfect man.
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7. |
O'Jah
03:29
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My extraction may be Irish but
That don't mean that I don't Rasta too.
Over there the ganja don't grow.
Potatoes, yeah but ganja, no.
People fight for what they know.
The fight they reap
They fought to sow.
O'Jah, come to island.
O'Jah, quiet Ireland.
Now the people say, as I do,
There's a way to stop the constant violence:
Let irie work and irie play.
The Hiber nation won't be silent.
What we want is hard to say.
The Irish shine on Waking Day.
O'Jah, come to island.
O'Jah, hold those angry Irish hands.
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8. |
Just Like You
05:05
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When I come here
My intentions aren't quite clear.
They are more forming in you.
No rigid plan has put me where I stand;
Here, before you.
Do what you got to do.
Don't let some sentimental pretense,
In lieu of what you sense
To be true, don't let that hinder you.
I'll try my best to not let it hinder me too.
I just like...I just like you.
And you can sue me if you want to
Just do me like you've got to do.
Yeah, do me.
Tricks or trust?
Distinctions are a must
In perceiving things.
See what you've got to see.
But think on this,
Do we exist if we're believing in just
What we used to be?
Don't calculate the sequence.
A malleable and free tense
Is nightly new
And daily true for me.
How about you?
I just like...I just like you.
You can do me mean or do me nice.
Do me once or do me twice.
Just do me like you've got to do.
When I come here
My intentions aren't clear
They are more forming in you.
No rigid plan has put me where I stand;
Here, before you.
Just don't calculate the sequence.
A malleable and free tense
Is nightly new
And daily true for me.
How about you.
I just like...Just like you.
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9. |
A Second Look
03:06
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There. You gave me a second look.
I'll return it to you now,
The one you took.
Was I mistaken, or was I mistook?
I don't know.
Can man communicate
His point of view?
Can I communicate with you?
They say that love
Is largely smell.
Well, I've been sniffing all around
And I can't tell.
But I know
Man can communicate.
Woman can too.
We share corroborating views
I'd quit drinking vodka baby
And start drinking tea
If you'd just sit down
And communicate with me.
Man can communicate
Woman can too.
If there's some code to break
Let's do.
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10. |
How The World Works
05:37
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If I knew how the world worked
And explained it all to you...
How an action gets a reaction
And how these lines connect the two
In a symmetry of wavelengths
Cascading into view,
Then that is how the world
Would be for you.
Reds turn into purples
And purples into blue.
That is how my world is
And that is how the world
Would be for you.
If I told you.
But Babe, the ways the world works
Outnumber drops of dew.
And such a man as I
Can identify too few.
But a common thing I notice is that
Just what is tightened
Shall be released.
It's like a heart comes close
To bursting on each beat.
I'll repeat:
Just what is tightened
Shall be released.
It's like a heart comes close
To bursting on each beat.
Your heart has but one function
And that's to pump to pump to pump up your bodies' beat
Our worlds are more extensions
Of beliefs.
You see if you can shape them,
You mold them and you make them,
Then if someone tries to break them
You can still believe.
Believe in what your world is. Believe.
Yeah, if I knew how the world worked,
You better believe me darling,
You would too.
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11. |
I Can't Pay The Rent
03:30
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I can't pay the rent, I can't pay the rent.
But you must pay the rent, you must pay the rent.
I'll pay the rent, I'll pay the rent.
I will save your assets.
My stomach keeps grumbling. I sure am hungry.
My stomach keeps grumbling. I sure am hungry.
I'll fix some food. I'll fix some food.
I'll spoon it to you.
I can't go to work. I can't go to work.
The car doesn't work. The car doesn't work.
I'll fix that car. I'll fix that car.
I'll drive it crazy. I'll drive it crazy.
I can't end this song. I can't end this song.
What if I do it wrong? What if I do it wrong?
I'll end this song. I'll end this song.
I'll just truncate it.
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12. |
Skipping Stones
03:39
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How can I most delicately say it?
Nothing ever happens if you actively delay it.
I always see how the best damn man
Can be so easily led
Up the rungs of laddered love
Till he's over his own head.
Such a high intention leaves a long fall
To your bed.
I'm on the ground and I'm skipping stones.
Correctly thrown they make
Rippling circles inch together,
Making waves in perfect weather.
Some sink deep within
And some skip on.
I'm just skipping stones.
I have skipped across romance
Like the flat rocks that I have thrown.
I'm a man with a message
I have written on each stone;
"In the moment of contact
Between this rock and sea,
Hesitation can end
My celestial trajectory."
If not for me, I but touch and flee.
I've got to be
Skipping on towards
Warm quiet water
To trade away my skipping power
For the wake I'll make
On some still sea.
All skipping stones
Go down eventually.
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