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I'm a scarecrow, swinging sorrow
they stuffed the body given to me,
they've eaten my mind and my memory
and left me hanging til tomorrow
they sit on my shoulder of sorrow
the corn swaying beneath me
running through my memory
til they left me wanting tomorrow
out here you smell the sorrow
spread evenly around me
the crows fill my memory
made me a parasite til tomorrow
undying force uplifting sorrow
taking every last part from me
I slip into my state of memory
warming my insides til tomorrow
I am now searching for sorrow
I'll let you trespass me
I'll always feed your memory
growing it until tomorrow...
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2. |
My Name is Bryan
01:48
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Light me up
Turn me on
Set me free
No return
Wake up and feel the burn
Heart of mine forever blind
My name is Bryan
Branches missing
Leaves leave no trace
Footsteps walking
I am three person talking
Let 'em speak
I'll be waiting
Phone plugged in
but never ringing
My name is Bryan
Bryan is me.
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Glad to read the morning paper
The news just lets me down
Pour another cup of coffee
Try to let my nerves calm down.
Well I saw your face through the window
Let your voice call out my name
When I woke I saw the darkness
I was alone again
Walk alone in the summer moonlight
Without you I just couldn't be, girl
Felt as if the night was falling
Oh so silently on me
Well I saw your face through the window
Let your voice call out my name
When I woke I saw the darkness
I was alone again
Read the postcard that you sent me
Saying wishing you were here
Watched the chair you used to sit on
Naked in your underwear,
Well I saw your face through the window
Let your voice call out my name
When I woke I saw the darkness
I was alone again
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4. |
Dan's Napkin Song
01:30
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Run away little bird
Fly home to your nest
Flee to the place
You feel safe I guess
But if you look closely
I think you will find
The safest of places
Was all in your mind
Oh little bird!
B - I - R - D!
I got the little bird blues.
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5. |
Petrified Forest
01:51
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For years I've tried but never could
Look on beyond the glazed clay wood
Bold soldiers motionless in line
They stand without the thought of time
So real, so alive
It seems that way
But oh how stone
Can hide its head
Peasants come
And stare amazed
The towering mass
quietly reigns
A towering mass
of wood.
Within the death there is no life
Just copies of creation
Sneaking in before our time
Til life becomes a word.
An extinct species carved upon
A petrified forest carved upon
A frozen rock
of wood.
And for years I've tried but never could.
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