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The Moon and The Sea
06:07
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2. |
Me & Peter Pan
04:06
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somewhere, someone like you
is standing in an airport hallway
a hospital room
somenight, out on the beach
I'm waiting in a desert café
where my parents meet
but me and Peter Pan
he says just take my hand
we're flying to Japan
and we'll stay up all night
me and Peter Pan
we're gonna start a band
move to Kurdistan
and we'll stay up all night
telephone by the canal
all the lights are somewhere shining
perhaps she's as well
sold all my books on the street
maybe I'll be a pretzel vendor
well, who needs sleep
but me and Peter Pan
we're flying to Japan
build castles in the sand
and watermelon lights
me and Peter Pan
we'll go to Neverland
buy a pretzel stand
and we'll stay up all night
hospital lights
somewhere, someone like you
is standing in an airport hallway
a hospital room
somewhere, someone like me
is watching the snow come down
she only sleeps when she is sleepy
and the whole world came down in a snowfall
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3. |
20th Century
05:21
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come Irene and dance with me
to the songs we used to sing
let's raise our glasses to the sea
and dream of things that we will be
in 12 years we'll hate each other
you'll call me "your father," I'll call me "your mother"
so let's raise our glasses to the sea
and drink one last time to the 20th century
all my friends are dead or dying
days of adventure all gone by them
it always was my favorite dream
that one day I would be buried at sea
or a postman on a bicycle
dancing with girls from Istanbul
but all the things that I used to dream
I read in a book on the 20th century
I met you at the Great Salt Lake
you were with Owens '88
I was working in a bar
and you were sleeping your car
we were married in '92
had a son then there were two
and both of them were born on the eve
of the final years of the 20th century
so here I stand my youth behind me
days of adventure all gone by me
when all I ever wanted to be
was an honest man of the 20th century
so won't you come with me tonight
beneath this fading scarlet light
standing wet, beside the sea
on the edge
of the 20th century
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4. |
The Artist
03:43
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Saturday night in Moscow
we went out to see the priest
and I said "last night, God told me my life"
but it was only in a dream
and when I had awoken
I'd slept 'till it started to rain
and I knew by the sight of your silhouette
that it had happened all again
told that girl I work with to get an abortion up in Maine
and I drove her there on Friday to a clinic in the rain
sitting in reception reading glamour magazines
saw a picture of my cousin, wearing cut-off jeans
maybe someday I'll love here as a failure on the stage
but I'll never forgive her brother 'cause he bit me on the leg
one day he will be old and wise and sitting in a chair
watching TV movies, velvet pictures everywhere
so I walked across to Camden, saw your boyfriend in the street
and I stopped to say hello to him and he punched out all my teeth
lying in the gutter, I couldn't help but laugh
'cause if it hadn't been for me he might have been a dad
and on that bus back to Boston we stopped for gasoline
and I went inside for a Zagnut bar and a porno magazine
standing there by the checkout line I fell back in surprise
to see a picture of my cousin with the moonlight in her eyes
she'd started doing movies too, changed her name to "Cammie Moore"
your ex-boyfriend paid my dental bills, there's no hard feelings anymore
one day he will be old and wise and sitting in a chair
watching TV movies, velvet pictures everywhere
and sometime six months later in a Kurdish restaurant
I'm sitting with your daughter, we talk about her cousin's aunt
sitting there in rainlight it makes me soft to see
that you were once as sad and stupid
as I'll always be
and now my cousin's a prostitute and her brother, he's in jail
and I'd stop to say hello to him though I'd never go his bail
one day he will be old and wise and sitting in a chair
watching TV movies, velvet pictures everywhere
so let me make a final toast before I fade or fall
to the Mother of The Artist, she was The Artist, after all
one day I will be old and wise and I'll know just what to do
but I'll have done it all already, so I'll pass it on to you
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5. |
Little Cuts
04:43
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I remember, oh
all the ghosts of dogs I used to own
all the girls I've ever known
all the boys, too
and I hold them close
but you're in all the songs I wrote
one day I'm gonna sail a boat
just to sail away to you
so here we go
it's another magic show
did I say something wrong
did I step
did I break
did I walk?
and I walk home alone
but I don't care you know
'cause I'm still back there with the girl with the ghosts in her arms
and your little cuts
just enough to wake you up
just enough to make you feel
like everything is real
and you're so fucked up
that's what you said so why don't you give up
but I guess I'm stuck
'cause I'm still in love with you
how does it feel
when everybody's looking at you
and you sit so soft bowed
to my big friend in the clouds
she's a big stone lady
she's an island affair
the tides go up
and then they come back down
she's a tattooed lady
she's tattooed in snow
she's a long white river
and I wanna watch it flow
she's a pretty walker
she's a watery grave
she's a red balloon
floating up up and over a grave
and these little songs
these little black cigarette butts
will keep me going on
like your little cuts
but it's not enough
no it's not enough
and you're so fucked up
but it's not too much
for me
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6. |
At the Ice Circus
03:10
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all the children live in Iceland, they say
"can't we go to the Ice Circus today?'
all the children build their snowmen
to bring to the Ice Circus today
and they say
"we all love you, and can't wait to see you,
so please, won't you come to the Ice Circus today?"
and I love you, but I won't see you
unless you come to the Ice Circus today
bears and lions and clowns and magicians will be
at the Ice Circus today
naked ladies, riding horses, will sing
at the Ice Circus today
and they'll sing
"we all love you, and can't wait to see you,
so please, won't you come to the Ice Circus today?"
and I love you, but I won't see you
unless you come to the Ice Circus today
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7. |
Penelope the Dancer
04:34
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singing nights in Leftist quarters
taking trains across the borders
up into the hills of Chinatown
riding home at 3am
all the tears are back again
all the city silence all around
and in an empty movie theatre
stands an 8-foot ballerina
she's still dancing to shapes on the screen
and underneath the stars above
the sea lies waiting, lost in love
the moon's alive, her name's Penelope
well we're writing songs in old train stations
stealing art from exhibitions
upstairs all the libraries destroyed
I paint the songs, she writes the pictures
at night we steal old bathroom fixtures
keep 'em in a studio out in Montreuil
and I'd dream we'd find a time machine
and one day we'd go you and me
"you know that I wish that everyday"
and you could call me Dr. Proust
and I'd make up all different names for you
and we'd go down to Dublin in the rain
and in an empty movie theatre
stands an 8-foot ballerina
she's still dancing with no one to see
and underneath the stars above
the sea lies waiting, lost in love
the moon's alive, her name's Penelope
I think somehow of mismatched spoons
her perfume pervades the living room
one almost fits the other so it seems
and Herbert Dirt pervades the flooring
as she stops to tell another story
of people who were figments of each other's dreams
"I am made of stars," she said!
champagned she lay across the bed
staring up at all the stars above
and I'll be in a pirate submarine
and apparently I'm named Justine
sing me the one about insubmersible love
I was down on the floor of the grocery store
when the bombs went off before the war
explain the shadows of your form
how midnight lasts all afternoon
from the top of the cruise ship she fell down
she's sinking but she never drowns
and in a theatre by the sea
no one's there
but me
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8. |
The Secret Staircase
05:30
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my sister ran away from home
when she was only 3
took a boat down by the river
and sailed to the sea
I used to dream for a longtime back then
had a secret library
and I'd go down and read all your life
and the things that you'd be
but beneath this apartment in Paris
I know there's a secret staircase
where I go to dream
beneath this apartment in Paris
I know there's a secret staircase
that runs to the sea
for me
and now she lives in another place now
and I'm living somewhere, too
she sculpts for the police prefecture
people that drowned in the moon
and I look out across the water
from the top of a Ferris wheel
"moved away so don't send postcards
I don't care what you feel"
and when you disappear
won't you reappear for me
maybe I'll be on a desert island
far across the sea
and you'll sail in one night
when the moon is shining high
and all those cats and waterchildren
will come running to your side
so won't you pirate lights
come out tonight
and shine your lights
on me
we stayed up late
'cause we couldn't wait
just to see what the night would say
we drank Champagne
with my brother then
as we sat and sang
the songs I'd play
so won't you pirate lights
come out tonight
and shine your lights on me
and Moira Penelope
Moira Penelope
in the heart of the Moon and the Sea
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somenight
I'm standing in a stairwell
all the lights are angels
lights in little stores
and I might
if you really want me
wasting time 'till twenty
years before the war
and I will
take a train to London
fall in love with everybody
dying in the rain
and all of those little poems
between here
ecstatic for the theatre
you don't have to explain
maybe
we're underneath the sea now
I don't really know quite how
I can get away
so here is
another song for fiction
I'll call it my life in pictures
I'll call it my life in flames
and one night I will go out swinging
down above Los Angeles
the ghosts are in the air
and I will take my brother to a drive-in
drive an old convertible
feel the colors everywhere
and so beautyed when you're walking
we don't have to be talking
if you want to be alone
stage plays just made me so ecstatic
I dreamed trains in the attic
fifty years alone
like you'd go down above San Francisco
sinking down over golden rows
the Pacific in your hair
but I'm glad that you didn't disappear, oh
I really need you here right now
and I need you everywhere
and I'm ecstatic!
and I'm feeling hypomanic!
got to run up to the attic
and I've got to write a play
and every single line shall be a scripture
I'll call it my life in pictures
I'll call it my life in flames
and maybe I'd go to Mallorca just to speak Spanish for you
work at a seaside hotel, serve tourists in the sun
and maybe I'd go to Madeira just to see how you dreamed
drink bottles of sweet red wine and lie on the beach in the moon
and maybe I just wanna go all over the world with you
let's go down to Istanbul, go bowling in the rain
I know that you're the bottles on a sun-swept ship
in the Moroccan sea, and you'll never be the same
and the Comedian is standing in his mansion
there's no pictures in the bathroom
the kitchen isn't there
he's burning all his movies he says "you know,
I'm gonna die just like Vincent van Gogh,
but no one will ever care"
but now Lord, I've got this magic feeling
and now I feel I'm reeling
and I cannot explain
I've got to write another song for fiction
I'll call it my life in pictures
I'll call it my life in flames
and I dream one day
I'll feel everything at once
and I'll burst right through these 7 walls
and the moon will be my love
and I will give her all the things
I feel right now
and I'll tame her sadness on me
but it will never be enough
and I will be the ocean
stretched out wide beneath her
and I'll drink up her reflection
but it will never be enough
and now I've seen the secret colors
know I'll never be the same
I've got to live a life in pictures
I've got to live a life in flames
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10. |
Lost at Sleep
03:27
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somewhere, on a desert island
is where you will always find me
somenight, lost at sleep
or waving from the stairs up to an airplane
sinking down below a sea lane
wishing I could watch your dream
and I will wait for you through the snow
and I'll leave all the lights on
in windows to know
that I'll wait up until you're with me
and I will wait for you
long lost at sleep
all winter we watched the holidays outside
and all of our neighbors brought animals to ride
I tied flowers out to the sea
for you, nineteen
years lost at sleep
show me the part that I still believe
that you'll come back
long lost at sleep
show me the part, that I still believe
and show me the heart
of the moon
and the sea
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11. |
Goodnight AM
03:29
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and your brother takes his ping-pong table from the living room
and your mother takes her alcohol and pills up to her room
and your first suicide, astride a horse, a ghost somewhere in Spain
but San Francisco, little sister oh, no waiting for the train
and you turn around on the underground and take a photograph
and you play her a song to try and say
but how could she know that?
and a sad little girl waits away for a time to run away
and her mind is gone so you run away
to a school somewhere near Spain
where your headmistress killed her love with a .32 in the rain
there is blood beneath the covers, little cuts across your brain
and sometimes you can fly but only if you scream
so you feel the cars around your heart come crashing down again
find yourself some hopeless eunuch movie star
on an island in the snow
he'll probably write some songs about you,
'till he doesn't care anymore, you know
like the Korean one, that Polish poet who always used to write
and you still loved his work, just like you always loved mine
and if you always loved me, I guess I should understand
Polish poets, writing novels, you fill their eyes full of sand
and if you always loved me, I guess I should understand
Polish poets, writing novels
You fill their eyes full of sand.
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12. |
The Moon and The Sea
06:07
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I saw an old friend of mine on the street the other day
I thought that he'd already died or maybe just faded away
he'd taken over a local newspaper when he was 17
now he lives on a Ferris wheel in the middle of the sea
ain't that just the way it always goes
you wake up and he's still wearing her clothes
seems like the only ones who ever lose
are the people who give themselves up to the Moon
my sister ran away from home when she was only three
now she lives on a pirate ship and they call her the queen of the Sea
I passed my sister walking down the street the other day
I hadn't seen her in 23 years
we both had nothing to say
well the I spent the winter waiting for a lover in Marseilles
that time those boys tried to take all your things
and I gave them all away
and if I said I loved you then, that dreams would never end
at least they'll always remember each night
that I was a fisherman's friend
seems somehow that things always fall through
but you've never felt as good as when he's inside of you
seems like the only ones who ever lose
are the people who give themselves up to the Moon
there's a Japanese man living under the Sea
looking for his dead wife in a red submarine
the shape of your reflection is all I can see
for you are the Moon, and I am the Sea
well once I fell in love with a girl
with a name like the shape of the Moon
and we ran on through the moonlight
think it was February or June
she wore a moonstone necklace,
each night we danced out into the streets
but now she loves another
and I call myself the Sea
somedays I wish we'd just grow wings and fly
but she's going away next weekend
if you wanna come by
if we were in a movie, they'd call it "Hearts in the Fire"
instead of a couple of married guys in Eastern Ohio
there's a Japanese man living under the Sea
looking for his dead wife in a red submarine
the shape of your reflection is all I can see
for you are the Moon and I am the Sea
and sat last night in an orange Chinese
with two stoned girls drunk in love
and I know that you're friends with the one on the left
and you're still all that I'm thinking of
you know those waterdogs, falling down waterfalls
you know they just wanna fall
I can hear 'em call
can you hear 'em call?
there's a Japanese man living under the Sea
looking for his dead wife in a red submarine
the shape of your reflection is all I can see
for you are the Moon, and I am the Sea
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Ciat Conlin Chicago, Illinois
For a long time I lived at the top of a secret staircase, and each night I would go there to dream.
Distributed by Micknati Supply, Cape Cod
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