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FEARLESS PLOW [live]
05:17
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FEARLESS PLOW
You say the hill's too steep to climb,
Chiding.
You say you'd like to see me try,
Climbing.
You choose the day and I'll choose the time,
And I'll climb that hill in my own way...
And every day is the right day...
And as we float above the people and the clouds
You look down, hear the sound of the things we said today.
You wanna get to heaven let me tell ya how:
Just keep your hand on the gospel plow.
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on! Hold on!
You say the hill's too steep to climb,
Chiding.
Merciless, the magistrate turned 'round,
Frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
I'll climb that hill in my own way.
Every day is the right day.
As we float above the people and the clouds
You look down, hear the sound of the things we said today.
Mary had a golden chain,
Every link spelled my Jesus' name.
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on! Hold on!
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on.
Hold on! Hold on!
Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on! Hold on.
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
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Come in! Glad I could be of some help.
Remember reading Hamlet, Kevin?
No, Shakespeare, not Jack Fiennes.
Anyway, Hamlet Act IV, scene vii, Ophelia drowns in a river surrounded by wild flowers. That makes her the godmother of psychedelia according to a band from, where else? San Francisco. In tribute they named themselves The Ophelias, and their third album - "The Big O" - is a coupling of highbrow, psycho-sensual lyrics, and music flirting from garage rock to new age and back again...
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I WILL DIE IN YOUR POCKET
Sweet William sweats on a stem,
His eyes upon a pond.
Why must we die all the time
Even when we are like swans?
Dodge citadel and land in Lethe’s lap.
Just picture lilies nap…
Why must we die all the time
Even when we are like whores?
Sweet William sweats on a stem,
His eyes upon a pond
(Ponder the situation.)
Why must we knock all the time
Even when we are like doors?
Why must we knock all the time
Even when we are like whores?
Why must we die all the time
Even when we are like swans?
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MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S SCENE
Petals and flowers…
In the park, getting dark, eating the heat.
There’s an eye in the sky, melting your feet.
You see a chick who starts to nick the petals and flowers.
She starts to joke and then provoke the Dance of the Hours.
It’s all down to a midsummernight’s scene.
It’s all down to a Shakespearean dream.
In her face there’s a place disfigured with love.
Her hands are white like a night encased in a glove.
She watches you and starts to choke in petals and flowers.
She starts to joke and then provoke the Dance of the Hours.
It’s all down to a midsummernight’s scene.
It’s all down to a Shakespearean dream...
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PANURGE [live]
02:24
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PANURGE
Come O comely daughter, willingly to water the flower that is opening inside my head.
Nectar or your sunshine slips into my mainline. Give us this day our daily bread.
Due to our genetics two is copacetic, one can only get so high.
The earth is in your rhythm. Feel the synergism! Parch, and liquefy.
Virtue and the vice prez bicker over hairshirts towards accord that would never jell.
I see Barbara Eden able-bodied semen in the wishing well.
Your fetching pale complexion flushed with my injection. We were always meant to fly!
The past is prone to dozing with its petals closing, waving us bye-bye…
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OL' VIC [live]
00:53
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OL' VIC
Long ago life was clean.
Sex was bad, called obscene.
And the rich were so mean.
Stately homes for the lords.
Croquet lawns, village greens,
Victoria was my Queen...
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IN A NUTSHELL [live]
03:02
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IN A NUTSHELL
[instrumental]
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MISTER RABBIT [live]
04:20
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MISTER RABBIT
Hear, hear, Mister Rabbit!
I wanna talk to you.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit,
Your ears are mighty long!
Yes bless god they're put on wrong.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit,
Your coat! It's mighty gray!
Yes bless god it's made that way.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit,
Your ears are mighty thin!
They're might thin! They're mighty thin na na nah!
Yes bless god they're splittin' the wind.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit,
Your eyes are mighty red!
Yes bless god I'm almost dead.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Ev'ry little soul must shine, shine.
Are ya diggin' it?!!!
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GLORY HOG [live]
05:18
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GLORY HOG
There’s a terrible likeness between the head that’s in the vice and they that turn the screws,
That those who sit in satin zones and drink the fat off rat infested homes will use.
And if you think you understand the gist of this I’ll wonder what it was I missed.
It’s just a silly riddled rhyme that bears some thin relation to a kind of mind.
I’m back from the in-between!
I’ve gotta tell you all that I’ve seen!
You know, the grass here is just as green!
We’ve got the money and the people to do it!
Our market ain’t those with the power to eschew it, yeah!
Mister Sisyphus called today to say he’s finally on his way. He had a slight delay.
He should be rolling into town with an ample granite planet sample right at sundown.
In my glass office tower high and mighty I can swivel round and touch the sky.
I hope he’s got the dope! I need my Easter Island franchise project galaxy-wide.
I’m back from the in-between!
I’ve gotta tell you all that I’ve seen!
You know, the grass here is just as green!
We’ve got the money and the people to do it!
Our market ain’t those with the power to eschew it, yeah!
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THE HANGED MAN III
(lyrics to version 3)
Wend Easter legs upon us all
You’ll find ourselves in Richard Hall,
The garment puffing with a saint
On top you’re underneath the paint.
The new year was a minah doll.
You farted at Thee Christmas Ball!
Between the brownies and champagne
I swore you’d ruin my udder tame.
Can you not swing here with the tide?
Do you not show? Do you not hide?
The sea’s sequential, don’t you see?
I’m swinging from the hanging tree.
But as I’m hanging by my foot
I am alive, and this is good.
You think my world is upsidedown,
But still the sun and moon are round.
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa…
Very soon a lucky tour de mile
Bleeding visions there must cope.
That score, that stile, that Templar fair!
I rode to the barnhouse dance.
We swung we swayed our pelvis it obeyed
And you will have my daily child.
Atomic roi you raise ‘em tall,
New eyes see the shoulder bare.
And then he’s grown a shoulder to the man,
A shoulder to the man.
He stooped and plucked a single seed
You’ll put in his pocket then.
I shall go and plant it in the hay,
And plant it in the hay.
And when it did start to mortify it
I’ll punch to reform this lake.
And there a match threw galleon on the sea,
A galleon on the sea.
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THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY MATTERS
Go remove them all away
We were singing like a date
It went down on topic covered looming…
Hell…
It was over by the lake
He went down the water gate
Crossed the stile to the everlasting chamber.
Comin’ up the road this crooked man
Went down the olden way
While the ships give off the traveler has a questions.
O from which way come do you?
Is this no way to speak to
Your Honour or a holder of a banquet?
Won’t you sit and have a brew?
Why your all the lovers who
Pass a Tuesday; they’re all packed up for the long haul.
So we sat and talked of this
Over pale ale morning mist
Like a wagon broken down onto the valley.
Wet and willis dew
Like the rain that gave a chill.
Are we taken through a mire and miasma?
Where do you go?
Where, where, where will you go?
Like a tyrant on the day whereas you move you’ve like a morning was a weight become a waning gale all waiting for the now.
Where do you like a lover off to bed without an iron all night airtight worm.
He wants it for all lives that you’ve been taken.
Like he’ll sell it on a lie ‘bout your wasting you a time on top a wilting we can Christmas in the dark.
Are we waiting for a time
When a mystic like a mic
Drew awaiting for a person with a mo bone.
[solo]
Where do you like a lover go to bed will tie his hair back.
Do you like it all to Tigris where it’s slipping in the sea
Writing to Ali with a meaning falling fast!
O alive!
You were waiting for the bliss but you dig yourself a blister.
Y’Dupe!
Knight day seeker lord, REPENT!
YES!
What the hell was that?
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THE SIBYL
I fixed the guitar an eye-pin,
She was scaled in harmony,
Being,
Swinging,
Singing,
Dealing
Niagra time!
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CLODHOPPER BOP
[instrumental]
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BARDOTHÖDROL
Hamlet pulled a colossal face to him on the tasty spiked booze.
Throw light to all this, call it forward in a char yard.
Seems like a flower takes the taste always.
Then was pax, babe, all heart. In the distance
More blue horizon melting past you.
Eyes like a deep bulb all awake in your ring,
Your ring! You’re the crazy colored rays!
Get down and get funky!
So we did chirpled around outside your wall
In the crack between the light was awakening
I saw between their wards in an upper window like your copper scent had melted down
On top of the old below there was a note, in the note you said you would not be home
But we were all along more than it left it for me got bodily on top of it
By the powers I left on the casement and slide down the banister we crept into your nodder room
Out a garage door was the word slightly in a white Saab-Ferrari on a top floor meet.
We unloaded all our instrument racks from the top of the van that you had borrowed from dad.
While you whirl, woah, we were into the case before we noticed there all wrong on a toll board road
Yes the license plate matched our own and the state trooper said we could leave on our faces.
I saw your messing way hadn’t arrived on the tooty-fruity four two five.
Still on your “adoptive” we registered a man so no violence, not permitted.
Went towards the county line swords with their Mounty.
We could see the gin sop screw.
True, through a black door on the floor lie mamas in a pool hall an’ warped in space
I always knew it when the gun would bring our locked van would be in your fist
And a eye could see when we were all liking life lives would be flashing in a purple and blue.
Like you when the cars went screaming on the sidewalks
God! We never lie, chance for you!
Terry von Blankers, everybody! Terry von Blankers, Ladies ‘n’…
Terry?
Can I get an A harmonic from you?
I haven’t tuned at all.
Oh, shit…
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THE NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN
The owls are a-hootin’ and the bats take their flight,
‘Cause it’s time to be spooky, that’s Halloween night.
I was passing a graveyard by an old haunted house
Where the witches were stirring their brew,
But all I could hear was the squeak of a mouse
And the tumbling winds that blew.
Up in the tree by the light of that bluish moon,
An owl sits whistling the spookiest tune.
Along a fence a cat did crawl with his back arched way up high.
It was funny to see his outline all across the dark blue sky.
Most of the trees were bare this night,
And goblins were quite a sight!
All of this happened on one scary night…
The night of Halloween.
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BIRTHDAY [live]
02:48
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BIRTHDAY
They say it's your birthday...
It's my birthday too, yeah!
Said it's your birthday!
We're gonna have a good time!
I'm glad it's your birthday!
Happy Birthday to you!
Yes we're going to a party, party.
Yes we're going to a party, party.
Yes we're going to a party, party.
Yes we're going to a party, party.
Birthday!
I would like you to dance!
Birthday!
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance!
Birthday!
I would like you to dance!
Birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!
I would like you to dance!
Birthday!
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance!
Birthday!
I would like you to dance!
Birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!
You say it's your birthday...
It's my birthday too, yeah!
Say it's your birthday!
Gonna have a good time!
I'm glad it's your birthday!
Happy Birthday to youuuu!
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LIVING UNDER [live]
03:08
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LIVING UNDER
The radio you clutch is drowned by the sirens wailing.
This is it! This is it, and the family is helter skelter.
Your running down the steps that lead to your private shelter,
But it won’t do you any good.
The radio announced that the nuclear dawn has arrived.
The radio announced that you’ve twenty-three minutes alive.
The radio announced that only undergrounders survive.
The radio you clutch is drowned by the sirens wailing
This is it! This is it, and the family is helter skelter.
Your running down the steps that lead to your private shelter.
But it won’t do you any good.
The radio you clutch is drowned by the sirens wailing.
This is it! This is it, and the family is helter skelter.
Your running down the steps that lead to your private shelter,
But it won’t do you any good.
The radio announced that the nuclear dawn has arrived.
The radio announced that you’ve twenty-three minutes alive.
The radio announced that only undergrounders survive.
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PLASTER OF PARIS [live]
03:52
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PLASTER OF PARIS
... in an emotional maze.
Circus came crashing with the smell of esprit,
And time is a floppy disc wobbling haywire at me.
Plaster of Paris, how white your hair is!
Plaster of Paris, how white is your hair!
O wheel of Ferris, so high in the air!
Plaster of Paris, how white your hair is!
I am rounding the calendar,
A fleeting retreating blur.
I am sounding the tenterhook,
Played on a brassy horn!
Plaster of Paris...
Plaster of Paris, how white is your hair!
O wheel of Ferris, so high in the air!
Plaster of Paris, how white your hair is!
Switchbacks and cul-de-sacs are the rule of the day.
You have to punch air-holes just to keep you in play.
And obiter dicta can confuse your resolve
If you don’t watch how the grandads of alabaster revolve.
Plaster of Paris, how white your hair is!
Plaster of Paris, how white is your hair!
O wheel of Ferris, so high in the air!
Plaster of Paris, how white your hair is! White your hair!
I am rounding the calendar,
A fleeting retreating blur.
*I am sounding the tenterhook,
Played on a brassy horn!
*An excellent alternative for this line would be "My name is David Arthur Immerglück!"
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WHEN WINTER COMES [live]
03:36
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WHEN WINTER COMES
So where you bound?
I’m mountain bound
Eyes on the ground
I can’t turn around
Can’t turn around.
My dogs and me
My flock of sheep
We’ll climb up high
Before we sleep
Before we sleep.
The stars have spilled
Upon those hills
The air is clean
The grass is green
The grass is green.
Go tell Marie
I play for her
I sing for her
Beneath the fir
Beneath the fur.
I sing to sleep
My flock of sheep
My words to her
The moon will keep
The moon will keep.
Go tell Marie
To think of me
When she does see
The apple tree
The apple tree.
Go tell Marie
To think of me
When she does taste
Those apples sweet
Those apples sweet.
If it’s a boy
If it’s a girl
In wintertime
I’ll see our child
I’ll rock our child.
The trees will change
The air will chill
I’ll think of you
I’ll love you still
I’ll love you still.
The wind will chase
My flock of sheep
My dogs and me
To your embrace
And your pretty face!
Long nights for love
We’ll lay as one
We’ll rock our child
When winter comes
When winter comes.
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THE OPHELIAS DROP BY THE LIBRARY
That cat's something I can't explain!...
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The Ophelias San Francisco, California
The Ophelias are a psychedelic rock band formed in San Francisco in 1984.
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