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The Creation Song
04:13
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This is the Creation Song
This is the Creation Song
Creation Song, Honey Sing Along
This is the Creation Song
Once there was a big bang explosion
Big Bang was bangin' at my door
I said, "Bang, won't you go?"
She said, "Baby, Don't you know,
I am Creation and I made you
who you are."
Chorus
Once there was a Man and a Garden
He was naked, with his naked wife
He felt his snake's sensation
that tingling temptation
the threesome that gave birth
to human life
In the Beginning, the ending
masturbation, meditation,
inspiration, revelation
Woah, Creation
When the saints came marchin in here
they didn't know they'd have to march
back out
well the heaven they first came from
is an awful lot like Satan
they both hate and motivate with fear and doubt
Chorus
I wanted to write about Vishnu
and how he created the world
but I wasn't born a Hindu
and I wouldn't want to offend you
if I said I thought that God is a girl
In the Beginning, the ending
masturbation, meditation,
inspiration, revelation
Woah, Creation
Once there was a big bang explosion
Adam blew his load up in Eve
The saints came marchin home
satan's gettin stoned
and Vishnu's got eight arms hidden up his sleeve
Chorus
In the Beginning, the ending
masturbation, meditation,
inspiration, revelation
Woah, Creation
Creation from up above
looks a little like makin love
creation from down below
we don't know where we're gonna go
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In the sea of love,
we are one with the ocean,
we are one with the sea,
we are a single drop
we are the sea
we may be lost
we may be floating
but we are one
In the sea of love,
we are lost,
we are lost with no direction
we've forgotten our way
we have forgotten
we are the sea
we may be lost
we may be floating
but we are one
In the sea of love
there are hearts,
there are hearts for us to float on
we just have to hold on
we have so much to hold
here in the sea
we may be lost
we may be floating
but we are one
and we've only got
these simple songs
before we float away
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3. |
Religion
03:33
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Soft spoken little girl
You’re a long, long way from home
And you look lost
When your house touched down
You must have been a little worried
Cause the witches were all pretty
And the ground was soft
No religion, no religion, none
Just a bunch of stories we are
Just a bunch of stories we are
One religion, one religion, one
Kiss me, I’ve been telling stories, too
Kiss me, I’ve been telling stories to you
I’m the curtain,
You’re the girl to pull me open
I’ll send you home with promises
And fairy tales of hopin
Some religion, some religion, some
Some man’s glory
Is a Hollywood allegory
We pray for the end to be good
Nudge me in the morning
Sorry if I was snoring
But I was dreaming
Of an Enchanted Wood
Talking crows and your panty hoes
Sliding down a long, long road
To where the old folks go
When the story’s over
And it’s just a couple people
Lying naked in a heaven
That feels like home
Come religion, come religion, come
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Realizing you know
That you’ve got to live a life
A million times before you ever been born
Shine a light on my soul,
Your body taught me something
That I never could have thought of before
If we ever get old
Promise me we’ll dance
And make a little noise
Before we are gone
When our bodies go cold
Let the fires burn em
And the smoke rise to the sky
These clouds of Texas
Are taking the shape of a bomb
My radio reminds me
That nothing has ever been wrong
This creek bed is dry now
But water will always return
My favorite guitar string
Is loosening the knots in my words.
No matter what you believe
Help me be a lover
And I’ll help us make a lot of mistakes
I’ll get down on one knee
And tie our shoes together
Cause sometimes we’re bound to fall on our face.
Maybe freedom ain’t free
Or maybe It’s a little bit of something
That our minds have to taste
Maybe love isn’t easy,
Or maybe it’s just seeing
That it’s flowing all over the place
This love of Texas
Is cooking the notes of our songs
Let’s throw us a barbecue
And bring all our demons along
Too late for a memory
The past is always already gone
This music reminds me
That nothing has ever been wrong
Over the sound of a sparrow
A woman cries
Like someone climbed
The Wailing Wall
She was playing with the Tarot
She pulled a card that read
That all these lives will end
2-3-4-3-2
This life in Texas
Is teaching me to live a little out of control
We talk about outlaws
And park along the wrong side of the road
Reincarnation is
Never drinking Lone Star alone
This music reminds me
That nothing has ever been wrong.
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5. |
Walt Whitman
04:30
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Picking feathers from the side of the road
Put em in her hair
and bring em back to life
like the Navajo
Situation runnin overload
A butterfly in Phoenix
Is exasperating lovers
In Tokyo
Training dogs to obey your words
Keep em on a leash
Teach em to behave
Like a good dog should
Children runnin with their arms stretched wide
Holdin’ on to freedom
Even though it’s not the same
As appearing good
Misunderstood
Misunderstood
Misunderstood,
It’s amazing how a language
Is like grasping clouds
From on a plane
Fish chopping wood
An imageless depiction
Of feeling strange
[Limited glory,
A poet is an anti-hero
caught in a story.]
Jumpin in when your fully clothed
Trustin that the water
Isn’t gonna disappear
Before you drown your fear
Swimmin naked in your mama’s womb
You’ll spend the rest of life
Trying to recreate
The sound you hear
Met a madam in a lost and found
She was breathin under water
You thought you could save her
With a long harpoon
Took a message from a higher power
They were sorry that they missed you
They know you are busy
so they’ll try back soon
Hey Walt Whitman,
I was born a warrior
And I’ll go like you
With your twisted sex
And our longing text
And a joy that rings
The victory bells.
Tell Saint Francis
That our religion dances
With a body electric
A little eccentric
And a second hand,
Second rate,
Second chance
Acoustic guitar.
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6. |
The Setting Sound
02:49
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The dogs are barking
On the front porch again
The south is rising
Like the fog up from the road, dear friend
We ride up from San Antonio
Where the horses have bucked
And thrown us to the ground
You will wake with the setting sound
These songs are lonely
But we are only alone
As long as memory remains
We are lost along highway 35
You were arrested by the laughs
And you made it out alive
from the family you once lived through
into this town
in time for the setting sound
The salt is washing out infection
From these extraordinary cuts
And the water will burn going down
To New Orleans and all our sins are washed
By the sign of the cross
Here’s a love song
About a girl you haven’t a found
You knew her all along
But got lost in the setting sound
What kind of picture
Did you paint
While you stank like babies shit inside your mouth
And smelled like coffee you never thought you’d drink
It’s been a long time coming
There’s a fog in the air
The windows are down
Blowing Texas in our hair
And we are starting to learn to drown
Inside the setting sound
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7. |
Phantom
04:26
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I have a phantom in my heart
She writes the notes
On my guitar
At night when I am
Chasing after her
I see a mystic reading stars
And giving orders
From afar
And now the phantoms
Picking pockets
Like a thief steals air
this phantom love affair
is like a secret already shared
it’s a long gone
whisper with a long gone
Way of entrancing me
The modest dress she wears
Is untied just below her hair
And a call out to her
is like water falling on electricity
lah tee dah
lah tee dah
waking doesn’t end
the nighttime fantasy
emptiness is dancing
with a phantom in me
Phantom, phantom in my heart
beating blood,
and bleeding dark
you are tempting me
with loneliness
Weeping woman let me
Touch you where my
Brokenness assaults you
And we’ll talk to stars
And read their blinking
cryptic notes
I don’t got much time to be with you
I’ve got lifetimes coming soon
we’ll get a little older
But the dreams still bloom
Like a mustard seed
Your phantom body is all of my wanting
Your running, your running, your running
And we’re dying, baby,
So let’s live, let’s live, let’s love, let’s love
Lah tee dah
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8. |
To The Dark Again
03:04
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Woke last night to the rain storm
Lightning showed your face
I’d been sleeping with a shared dream
And we’d been floating to space
All night
The window paints pictures
On the bed
the covers are just below
your neck
all glittered with
clouds’ affection
Oh, what a pretty gift you give
Oh what a pretty gift you give
Oh what a pretty gift you give
to the dark again
The light again it fills the room,
Everything looks blue
thunder coming close to us
as I
get close to you
The window paints pictures
On the bed
The tin roof makes horses
With the rain
In time with
Easy breathing
Oh what a pretty gift you give
Oh what a pretty gift you give
Oh what a pretty gift you give
To the dark again
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9. |
Song to the Butterfly
05:16
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I fly away
Into the ether
Into the ether
I take your hand in mine
We walk to the edge of time
A pantomime theater
A shadow box
theater
Now there is a
Butterfly
Coming up to my eyes
And kissing my lashes
Now there is a
Butterfly
A cloud floating through the sky
Gentle and passing
You walk by
Butterfly laughing
You walk by
butterfly laughing
You walk by
Butterfly, you’re entrancing
And your elegance captivates me
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10. |
A Warmer Place
06:07
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Took a winter walk
With a summer’s sun
The trees are taking off
Their dresses to show me
Their beautiful bodies
And birds are whistling
In perfect harmony with me
Going away
To a warmer place
Kiss a taste of spring
Where the gardens grow
Friends are blossoms of
A seed that was planted
Before we were conscious
And love is a rusty can
With little holes to pour it out
Flowing away
To a warmer place
This kind of romance
lets our guards down
from their shooting towers
with us captivated
by the world outside
we elevate our minds
like a song in tune and out of time
that interweaves the words the way
your fingers fit with mine
this December light
coming through your smile
Autumn falls away
Like every one that we know will
And we are no different
I’ll take every chance I’ve got
To let you show me a way
Show me a way
To a warmer place
Footsteps leaving trails
In the mounting snow
The ground is preparing
A place for receiving
our beautiful bodies
we’ll cry out little tears
holding on as long as we can
then we’ll both go away
to a warmer place
we’re going away
to a warmer place
This kind of romance
Makes it easy to believe
In something more
Than just our little lives
Getting born, growing old
And going nowhere when we die
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