1. |
Evanescent Blu
03:35
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I know a dentist sings like a bird
plays sweet piano while mouthin the words
evanescent blue
sometimes I see her reach to the end and beyond
stretching for those notes turn an ordinary song
evanescent blue
she sang once of cars 1952 crowdin the streets of our town
and cloggin the streets today
2008 about to be but 1952 long gone evanescent blue
I know it seems like a fairy tale
somethin out of nothin as seen thru a veil
evanescent blue
I can't explain what words cannot say
they only point to the long winding way
evanescent blue
the seemingly solid will yield to the touch
water flowing over a stone wind and rain and flame
verses in the poem that the people of the planet call home
voices in the chorus that the people of the planet call home evanescent blue
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2. |
Move Them More
06:08
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We must live our lives within ourselves
and watch our bodies growing old
as shyly friends forget themselves and angels flowers growing
I can't see the sun without shadows
and dawned shades to look through
reading feebly by candle
all I hear are low pitched voices singing
lovely though they are they're far away
as motored cycles travel madly and pollen parsons praying
calling all good people's friends
touch them once before they end
move them more and hold them near
don't let'em get away from here
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3. |
My Town
07:45
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My Town got no police got no guns my town
got no soup line no one on the run my town
got no lawn spray no euphemism we love the present
we gotta bell to ring it's free we gotta dance & sing
it's free we gotta gardening it's free
we gotta sun set/rise it's free
we gotta seasons four it's free
my town doesn't have a skyline my town
blends with the tree line my town
no chemical refinery my river plays with the fishes
my town no nuclear dump my town no nuclear plant
my town loves the future
we gotta bunch of lunch it's free we gotta ton of fun
it's free we gotta infirmiry it's free
we gotta play each day it's free
we even work for free it's free
we got no burial fee it's free
my town got no bosses my town's got people equal
my town no palace in the high place
nobody in the low place my town
we got community digs up there where everyone can go
we gotta education it's free we gotta medication it's free
we gotta food & shelter it's free we gotta good company
it's free we gotta good company it's free
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4. |
Now it's Now
06:06
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I used to wanna sail out on the open ocean
do some craggy steep climb vertigo incline
be some hero soldier daring under heavy fire
sweep in low a strafing tracers enemy laid load
chorus:
now it's subtle now i'm after now this subtle now is ample
2.
I used to picture me in 3-piece suit and ty
German helmet sleeveless leather Harley roaring on
counting rows & columns daily into my old age or
pace 8 x 8' steel cell serving ten to twenty years - chorus
3.
I used to wait to perch in rocky cliff and snipe at posse
take a rubble city hand to hand door to door or
crest hundred foot waves on Maui wind and spray or
ride the biggest roller coaster parachute - chorus
4.
I used to wanna ski down slopes of smooth white snow
plunge deep water wetsuit glamour barricuda lair
live in twenty bedroom splendor thousand dollar plates
strut upon a stage of lime light Hollywood marquee - chorus
5.
I used to want complete approval from all gods & men
and the items there at Wal-mart warehouse waterproof
soaring thru the high sky first class 30,000 feet
satisfied to snap my fingers summon certain bliss - chorus
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5. |
Patriarchy Avenue
04:06
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Every bank is locked on patriarchy avenue
every heart is locked envaulted entombed
on patriarchy avenue only money
on patriarchy avenue bottom line avenue
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6. |
Pinocchio Days
03:13
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If you want strawberries you gotta work on the farm
little work people can't do you no harm
varied assortments of berries and herbs
free to the picker who can carry their own
Mary and Helen left for their town place
waving a banner proclaiming the state
of their minds to be true selves to be free
the pickers were occupied heavy their loads
they didn't have time for the game
you can guide on you will see
you can carry on without me
Marvin left for Trinidad seems he lost his way
guide on Marvin craft built of clay
fragile as magic nubile as light drifting with the current and marking the day
sail past the pickers nod as they weep carrying their bundles of barley and wheat
cakes in the sun nearby the sea off-spring run gaily Pinocchio days spurring our steed with a word
you can carry on you can be
you can carry on without me
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7. |
Susi
01:25
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You don't have no sexuality Susi
stay sweet Dad wants you to be Susi little girl
you don't need no flexibility Susi
take your role accept security Susi little girl
refrain:
members of the third world would surely envy you
who's got what they lack
give up notions of liberating you
you will have to give that dream up comin back
you don't want to buck authority Susi
why would you want authenticity Susi little girl
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8. |
Bleu Bleu Blues
04:58
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I never felt more like singin the blues
I never felt more like cryin
I never felt more like cryin the blues
I never felt more like dyin uh uh um
2
sometimes when I wake feel like i'm gone
times when I wake alone
times when I wake alone with my song
feel like i'm gone uh uh um
3
don't like the way i'm sellin my soul
don't like my job at all
don't like the way I feel like a tool
feel like a fool uh uh um
4
days that are long are days that are sweet
days I can't count on my hand
days that are wrong come five times a week
days I can't count in my head uh uh um
5
woman's so sad she's runnin away thinks she's been had
woman's so mad be happy the day she leaves me her hat
6
walls are my friend keep me inside
don't have to go where there's pain
walls are my friend hold up the roof
keeps out the rain uh uh um
7
been around town drunk as could be been around
been around long enough to see ain't no one free
uh uh um - repeat 1.
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9. |
Sometime
03:29
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Sometime 1944 waves crashed in world into one more
sunup on that routine day
sea of course caught the early rays
painter Wassily Kandinsky between the oceans died
love word of connotation as the Atlantic had its tiny portion
dream dream that I see dream cary on
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10. |
Yellow Maria
02:43
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yellow are the trees in autumn
snow comes fallin not long after
winter I want to be far from
sun comes up most every day
oh Maria in the winter
keeps me warm she warm she warm she
keeps me warm so I don't know
winter wind's a blowin blowin
winter wind's a blowin blowin
2.
there aren't often bugles soundin
not where I live in the mornin
there is only one thing round then
that's an early voice a singin
oh Maria are you happy dreamin for and of and for me
dreamin of me warm beside you
that's the way I always want you
that's the always way I want you
3.
simplicity's comin my way I can't handle any other
I don't care to be a work slave
that's what owners have to be
oh Maria are you certain
you want want to want to want to
you want to be without class
out on without street so lonely
out on lonely street so without
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Thinkspeak Atlanta, Georgia
Tom Ferguson has been writing songs since 1969, all of which are collected in Songs, 1969-2018. It's coil-bound to nicely fit a music stand, available at lulu.com just search tom ferguson there.
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