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1. |
Trying to Change You
03:29
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You’re no duke, a minister of fools
With sealed lips who believe you
And it’s no fluke that your motley touring troupe
Excites and entertains you
I know you’re not alone
As much as should have known
But oh how I have grown
Trying to change you
In your fair court where all issues are moot
Who would dare defy you
You hide the clues in your multi-colored moods
And no earthly judge could try you
So I will leave this court
With an unspoken retort
And I won’t waste one more word
Trying to change you
You waited a lifetime to change
(Waited a lifetime to change)
I waited a lifetime to change
(To change)
Was I ever right?
Who was ever right?
We were tied by binds
We never wanted
There were wars outside and there were wars inside
And who knows how they started
But who can hate, when even hate
Can’t tell us why we parted
So I will leave this fight
Hoping I am right
‘Cause I won’t lose my life
Trying to change you
Trying to change
Trying to change you
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2. |
String Segue 1
00:26
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3. |
Rattle the Shack
03:10
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Hunger hits the door and it
Rattles the shack, it rattles the shack
Think of your youth, yes and
You want it back, you want it back
It was so bad when you were
With mom and dad, with mom and dad
You want it good but you
Can’t bring it back, can’t bring it back
You cut my size you say
I’ll fall off the track, I’ll come running back
But I want my life good yes and
I want it bad, I want it bad
You’ll look a long way
To find a woman who’ll take that
You’ll look a lifetime
For an idiot girl, for an idiot girl
It’s so nice here with your Saturday games
It’s so nice here with your suffering art
You’ll get off that way in your good time
It’s all that matters to you anyway
It’s all that you want
Bills hit the floor and they
Rattle the shack, they rattle the shack
You want a girl who will
Sit in the back, who will live in the back
But you’ll look a lifetime
To find a woman who’ll take that
And I’m not wrong to
Want what I like, to like what I want
To like what I, like what I,
Like what I want, what I want
Rattle the Shack
Rattle the Shack
credits
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4. |
String Segue 2
00:20
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5. |
The Farther You Walk
02:58
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The farther you walk
You walk farther
Farther you walk
To get away
The farther you walk
You turn around slowly
Turn around slowly
To get home again
The farther you walk
You breathe faster
Faster your heartbeat
The farther away
The farther you walk
You walk faster
Faster you walk
To get home again
Follow voices
Faint suspicions
Rise inside
As you follow the cars
A man in a doorway
Seeks his entrance
In the blue darkness
That hides his face
The farther you walk
You breathe faster
Faster your heartbeat
The farther away
The farther you walk
You walk faster
Faster you walk
To get home again
The farther you walk
You walk farther
Farther you walk
To get away
The farther you walk
You turn around slowly
Turn around slowly
To get home again
Hear the music
Hear the chaos
Feel your way
To the empty street
Sweet return
Of quiet feelings
Follow the right hands
To retreat
The farther you walk
You breathe faster
Faster your heartbeat
The farther away
The farther you walk
You walk faster
Faster you walk
To get home again
Faster you walk
To get home again
Faster you walk
To get home again
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6. |
String Segue 3
00:26
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7. |
King Leopard Cat
05:11
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All that moves me might be attacked
You pounce on me King Leopard Cat
Great paws stretched you flex red claws
You hold me in between your jaws
A splash of blood, a snap of bone
You growl my name, I am not whole
Vacant, I am vacating
Vacant, you are abating
Vacant, I am not here
I am not here
I left when first snapped the bone
Body stayed, remained in tone
You grappled me, your stun worn prey
Reveling in your dinner play
King Leopard Cat, I've sprung the trap
I have escaped your lair
King Leopard Cat, I've sprung the trap
I have escaped your lair
Vacant, I have vacated
Vacant, your play berated
Vacant, I am not here
I left when first snapped the bone
Body stayed, remained in tone
You grappled me, your stun worn prey
Reveling in your dinner play
King Leopard Cat, I've sprung the trap
I have escaped your lair
King Leopard Cat, I've sprung the trap
I have escaped your lair
Vacant, I am vacating
Vacant, your play berating
Vacant, I am not here
Empty is your victory
I am not here
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8. |
You're What I See
05:42
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Blue glows in a dark room
Blue light on TV
Your shadows dance around me
You're all that I see
You're what my life is missing
You're what I see in art
Black lines in a sketchbook
A shy awkward hand
Plays at tracing faces
Your drawn in a plan
You're what my life is missing
You're what I see in art
Learning lines by lamplight
Words were wiser ones than I've said
Wishing I could tell you
I've read the books you've read
Blue hopes in a chapel
Two folded hands
Pray for a miracle
A sign from God
You're what my life is missing
You're what I see in art
You're what my life is missing
You're what I see in art
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9. |
Gallery
04:29
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Paintings that watch you as you walk by
Do not know crying, their eyes are dry
In a dark gallery stands a girl
In a dark recess, she watches the people
Thinking perhaps if she were in a frame
They would see her
Her tears are real
She has no name
Artist anonymous
Who will give her a name?
Creeping the wall
She finds a place
To frame her face
Emotions drained, except for crying
She places herself between artists she knows
She strikes a pose
A distinguished art collector
Points in surprise
How unusual for the period
She's so real, you'd swear she was a Rembrandt
Yet there is a quality there
That picture looks as if it's crying
I like this picture
What is this painting
What is its name
What will I call her
He thinks for a moment
He will call her Mia
Mia will be the new Mona Lisa
He builds a memorial, below her place
Day after day, he comes to gaze at her face
Mia grows weary, months pass in flight
He does not know her, the canvas is tight
She creeps through a window, leaving a note
Saying thanks for the name, Mia
Paintings that watch you as you walk by
Do not know crying, their eyes are dry
Their eyes are dry
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10. |
Artist (Live)
02:03
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11. |
Too Obvious (Live)
03:40
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The figure moves in long red cloak
Clutching the collar, must stay warm
Background green like Army fatigue
Fatigue, it is tired
Couples waltzing in the cotillion
Black figure, green coiffure dance
Fall exhausted on the green floor
Like Army fatigue, fatigue, they are tired
Fatigue in red coat, nears cotillion
Still clutching collar, the windows are sweating
Condensation
Closer to the cotillion, figure sees green
Like Army fatigue, fatigued it falls to the ground
Dancers arise, the floor is green, look outside
Red figure lying fatigued, turn to green above the floor
Levitating, too obvious
Nothing is so simple, nothing is so simple, nothing is so simple
Levitating
Nothing is so simple, too obvious
Nothing is so simple, too obvious
Dancers arise, the floor is green, look outside
Red figure lying fatigued, turning to green above the floor
Levitating, levitating, levitating
Nothing is so simple
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12. |
Legends (Live)
06:58
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I remember legends
Of the older days
They tell me I could've lived back then
The men were so inspiriting
The women so demure
And all walked in velvet robes
Through castles of gray stone
But if that was
I was a peasant outside
Who walked the filthy streets
Wondering how the other side lived
Legend after legend
Fable after fable
Falling down
I remember stories
Of the holidays
They told me I could believe in tales
And if you were a good girl
A gift was your reward
Some celestial figure watched throughout the year
But if that was
Why are all the yuletide gifts
Coming less each
I have not strayed so very far
Fable after fable
Story after story
Falling down
Foul the rules
You can believe
Anything they tell you
Fall out of touch
Come to the truth
You can only believe in you
I remember morals
Of the older ones
They told me I would beg them someday
The men were so inspiriting
The women so secure
And then I saw them sin their sins
And thought them none the worse
Teaching after teaching
Moral after moral
Falling down
I believe only
What my life has taught me
For all the things they taught me
Are falling down
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13. |
Blue Hole (Live)
02:17
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She fell into a blue hole
Falling into empty feeling
She breathes air that is not there
She is breathing her own air
Blue and white, the colors she sees
No artifact of red does she see
The flowers in the vase she held
Were white with wax
She picked a wax white flower
Before falling into gloom
And pinned it the mouth of her heart
But lost it somewhere, it came undone
He will find what was left there
He will see a blue hole nightmare
She is falling through into an ornament of ice
She cannot escape, he is outside
She fell into a blue hole
Falling into empty feeling
She breathes air that is not there
She is breathing her own air
He will find what was left there
He will see a blue hole nightmare
She is falling through into an ornament of ice
She cannot escape, he is outside
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14. |
Young Michael (Live)
05:17
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Young Michael sitting lonely
Playing music to the soundless night
Walk silently with strangers
Swallow danger, perish fright
Late in Spring I was quite mad
They told me of your shame
Perhaps some day I will join you
Swallow memories, kill the pain
How you had fought with family
How they subdued your strength
They Delilah, they the Devil
Took your spirit, soul and power
Now you must find yourself
If only someone had found you
Found the way to innerspace
That you claimed as your home
Young Michael sitting lonely
Playing music to the soundless night
Walk silently with strangers
Swallow danger, perish fright
Swallow danger, perish fright
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15. |
Tricks of Time (Live)
02:26
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Standing helpless in the tricks of time
They hold me, their grasp grows tighter
Youth has passed like a day at the fair
Lights on the midway grow brighter
Life dies a crib death in your parlor
Slow down time, give life some room to grow
You play our days like a game of numbers
And fool us with talk of tomorrow
Sitting calmly in the grace of life
Time wills it, it knows its power
We will believe in our foolish ways
‘Til time draws to close life’s hour
Life dies a crib death in your parlor
Slow down time, give life some room to grow
You play our days like a game of numbers
And fool us with talk of tomorrow
Fool us with talk of tomorrow
Standing helpless in the tricks of time
They hold me, their grasp grows tighter
Youth has passed like a day at the fair
Lights on the midway grow brighter
Life dies a crib death in your parlor
Slow down time, give life some room to grow
You play our days like a game of numbers
And fool us with talk of tomorrow
Fool us with talk of tomorrow
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16. |
Gallery (Live)
04:23
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Paintings that watch you as you walk by
Do not know crying, their eyes are dry
In a dark gallery stands a girl
In a dark recess, she watches the people
Thinking perhaps if she were in a frame
They would see her
Her tears are real
She has no name
Artist anonymous
Who will give her a name?
Creeping the wall
She finds a place
To frame her face
Emotions drained, except for crying
She places herself between artists she knows
She strikes a pose
A distinguished art collector
Points in surprise
How unusual for the period
She's so real, you'd swear she was a Rembrandt
Yet there is a quality there
That picture looks as if it's crying
I like this picture
What is this painting
What is its name
What will I call her
He thinks for a moment
He will call her Mia
Mia will be the new Mona Lisa
He builds a memorial, below her place
Day after day, he comes to gaze at her face
Mia grows weary, months pass in flight
He does not know her, the canvas is tight
She creeps through a window, leaving a note
Saying thanks for the name, Mia
Paintings that watch you as you walk by
Do not know crying, their eyes are dry
Their eyes are dry
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Crayon Rubbings Champaign, Illinois
Crayon Rubbings formed in the early 80s, mixing influences across multiple genres, and featuring unapologetically demanding song forms, lyrics, and delivery from singer-songwriter Laurel Garber. While sometimes compared to Kate Bush at the time, Crayon Rubbings worked together as an ensemble, embracing an edgy live sound with collaborative studio experimentation. ... more
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