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Prelude
00:56
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Ramblin Bukit Blues
05:19
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Old folks spoke and said he needn't fret
he ventured far into that Canarian sunset
eight years he's swimming in an Aguere lagoon
if he get's to Uluwatu it won't be too soon
She just may crush you like a doll
so hold your breath till you come up
dreamt of you for so long, if I have to, it's over the falls
Crazy fool you crushed her then got back on your feet
cause riding home alone at night is so sweet
till you find yourself alone and stoned with a laptop screen
two years you mourned that love you gave away
now it's time to leave and go away
touch Uluwatu and everything's ok
three months time till we leave for the Indian ocean
people disappear and dance in its might potion
volcanos whisper death and make a loud commotion
smoke shrouds dancers moving in slow motion
So many years I been paddling
dreaming of long green rooms
if I make it to Uluwatu
Honey it won't be too soon
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3. |
Where buses run
03:40
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Buses run through my veins and out my fingers
strangers take notes while they ride
give me a game to untape my frightened tongue
smile when they say no, know better than to hide
father's gone, we chased his ghost away
father's gone the villain gave you a game to play
If I'm right those should be piano fingers
and If I'm right that's sleepy piano hair
wander and roam left behind your mother's home
travel far far away and listen to the children play
mother's gone we chased her ghost away
mother's gone the villain gave you a game to play
buses run through my veins and out my fingers
strangers take notes while they ride
always arriving, always arriving, always arriving
somewhere you got lost, you might find, your diamond mind
no promises that you find, your diamond mind
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4. |
El camino del cañaveral
04:18
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Knife and key
04:54
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the chrysalis cry sweeps the sea to us
as the wind takes off its mask of anger and distrust
climb inside a bird and fly past abstraction tower
listen to the ocean's song in the early morning hour
and when you hear the waves
you see which dreams left you blind
cross the sand and kiss the maresia
dive deep into the jade midtide
hide inside a rotting den and let out your diamond mind
there beneath the sinking pools of horizontal rain
share these ruins with children who don't look up above
blow their smoke and flowers and bones resting in the mud
It's just a wish to escape
that which you thought was real
thought you had a key in your mouth
but it was just a knife in your hand
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6. |
Song for Antonia
04:12
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Fingers waltz
03:08
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It was late but he opened the windows
since she was outside somewhere
and her coordinates were constantly changing.
He couldn't sleep so he crept into the living room
where someone left the lights on dim,
outside the window you could the clouds sailing in the alisios
Southwest, southeast, Northeast.
Kneeling down he found German newspapers under the piano
but he left the headphones on the nightstand since he was half asleep.
There was where it happened, that night seemed so far away,
when sweet confusion under the moonlight played
sweet confusion, under the moonlight played.
That night when her drumming heart had evaded him
and they simply said good night.
Until later he heard her in the kitchen getting something to drink.
He got up, slowly opened the door and went to her and said:
That earlier that evening he had foolishly got lost and hadn't found her eyes.
But there and then in the darkness, he saw them and he heard her breathing...
and their fingers waltzed to a hazy kiss,
their fingers waltzed to a hazy kiss,
and their fingers waltzed to a hazy kiss.
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Some stars take me to a dream, but most nights I just can't sleep
that's when he goes shuffling to the street, looking for something
wondering who he'll meet
Hope I make that reed bleed fore my blue dog turns to white
Hope I hear that reed cry fore he comes and turns out the light
cause he's never had a place to stay and he swears he heard
an echo play.
He's always played for folks that don't know how to hear his love
so take your blue dog up to town, you drink him neath the trinity
you hide him high up in a tree and you find him on the floor of the sea
you drink him neath the trinity
Well she came over and she cooked for me
so I showed her my effigy of a blue dog with a moon-shaped key
of that blue dog howling at the sea
Hope I make that reed bleed fore my blue dog turns to white
Hope I make that reed cry fore he comes and turns out the light
cause he's never had a place to stay and he swears he heard
an echo play
He used to play for folks that don't know how to hear his love
so take your blue dog up to town, you drink him neath the trinty
you hide him high up in a tree and you find him on the floor of the sea
you drink him neath the trinity, you drink him neath the trinity
Up the stairs it's quiet and it's cold,
rain falls soft and that's who you'll hold
three stops down is your satellite
dog is gone till another night
still it's him in there in your veins
howling at the sea caught in the rain
waiting to see you down those stairs once more
to drop you the key, offer you a pour
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