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Intro: sea_breeze.wav
01:36
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Alexandria
04:06
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Sweet Virginia, at your lovely summer place
where you spend your days looking at your pretty face
but you're not a fool, and time can be cruel,
it's driving you crazy, but you will come around.
Young Virginia, walk from Sherwood in a daze
tune your little heart to the sunny summer days
we could play this game, right after school
now we could get crazy, if you wanna get crazy I will wait around.
All for pleasure, and for pain,
all with you, my love remains,
I still need you, every day,
I implore you, please, to stay,
keep my innocence intact,
I am begging, take me back.
My Virginia, underneath your sherbet clouds,
coming into view, as I am running home to you,
who're you trying to fool, playing so cool?
now we can get crazy, if you wanna get crazy I will wait around.
My Virginia, in that basement where I knew,
if we got it right, we could cut right through to you,
in your sherbet dreams, cut through the seams,
it's driving me crazy to see you so lazy—
Virginia, come on.
Take me home.
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Idee, Fixed
03:57
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I met a girl in Hollywood, she told me
"Listen here, I've no time to try pretend,
diamonds are a girl's best friend."
I thought maybe we could go—"Go where?"
to the movies, or to a show.
I can't believe I was so naive
it's really—"all you feared,
you can't learn to tell apart
the kind of girls that break young hearts."
You don't know her like I do—"You're a fool!"
one day you will see that, too.
Soy un tonto al decir
que todavia "te amor,
mi flor." Sere un tonto
para siempre.
Obviamente te amare.
Incluso quando mis
tonto ojos se cierren.
Walk in the room—"you're a rumor,
so elegant,
back in your day,
you were quite the elephant."
Funny, money does
what only money can do.
We got a cab in Chinatown,
rode down to Anaheim.
Moonlight broke my lovesick heart
knowing we would have to part.
(I'll say goodbye—)
Moonlight comin' up too soon,
(goodbye, goodbye)
wait around you fickle moon.
Soy un tonto al decir
que todavia "te amor,
mi flor." Seré un tonto
para siempre.
(I am a fool to say
"I love you,
my flower." I will be a fool
forever.)
Obviamente te amare.
Incluso quando mis
tonto ojos se cierren.
(Obviously I will love you.
Even when my
foolish eyes close.)
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Autofiction
03:15
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After joy and laughter,
smiling through the tears,
when the party's over, something still remains.
In a bar in New York City, he still sings for all the world,
through the nicotine formation, squints his eyes
and sees a face, is that the girl?
He regrets not saying all the things he sings about her now
to the smoke-face strangers in the bar, who don't care
what he sings or sings about.
As he stumbles through the music, he can't entertain the doubts
yes the girl he failed, so long ago, created all
the music he pours out.
The source of his music is something he lost
that he thought he'd die without,
he's finding some solace
in falling apart.
(New York's prettiest flower—it seems,
is in my dreams, I dream.)
New York's prettiest flower is Anna,
Anna, New York's prettiest flower
is Anna, my Anna
Anna...
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Errant Boy
04:35
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You want me when you want me,
but, when I'm not around,
who will be your errand boy?
Who play you out?
Now it just feels lazy,
I have hung around,
now you need an errand boy,
I will not go down without fight.
So, quite easily,
it seems that I
have found a tragic style of life.
The childhood mystery
scenes that, I,
escape this tragic style of life.
Some day I'm gonna leave here,
and I won't make a sound,
gonna miss your errand boy,
I am gonna see about
a girl I met in passing,
but she will see me now,
I've been playing her down these days,
but she will not sit still without a fight.
See me glistening,
beneath the lights
outside this tragic style of life.
Childhood mystery,
the scene where I
defy this tragic style of life.
Reaching up to heaven
reach up to heaven, my reflection,
do you still know me, my reflection?
can you see me, reaching for heaven?
Can you still hear the sound of—
reaching up to heaven...
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Sisyphus, old friend,
I understand, life can be cruel,
keep rolling on, you're not a fool,
for going along,
keep the faith, keep going strong.
Don't say "c'est la vie",
just grit your teeth, repeat after me,
who do you think I think I am?
I am a man,
more than lost, I am a man.
Take the whole world on,
it isn't so wrong—to be a fool;
fate is the knife, the reaper of dreams,
don't be its tool; raise your fists
beat the mists that keep you blind;
swing with faith, keep going strong.
Don't wait in the shade,
Go die in the sun, don't be afraid
You could melt away, or you could decay
You get to choose; either way
You're gonna lose
But don't say "c'est la vie"! Grit those teeth!
Repeat after me:
I think I am
Therefore I am
More than lost, more than scared
I am a man.
More than lost, I am a man.
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