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Themes for Upriver
02:05
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Yesterday's News
03:06
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I saw you swimming at the county pool
Pink bikini and a broken heart tattoo
You shook the water from your hair
I shook your hand so you knew that I was there
I held my breath and you could hold your booze
But that’s yesterday’s news
You drove me crazy with your fifteen cats
I drove to Phoenix but then I drove right back
You went to church while I went insane
Roses blooming in the garden of my brain
But now even your eyes are feeling blue
And that’s yesterday’s news
You broke some dishes on the kitchen floor
I broke my wrist slamming the car door
I saw you drinking and shooting pool
Hands in the pockets of somebody new
You can read all about it if you choose
But that’s yesterday’s news
And headlines say that I lose
In yesterday’s news
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4. |
I'll Kill the Sun
03:02
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I’ll kill the sun
I’ll kill the sun
I like the rain
I’ll kill the sun
Long distance
No assistance
All I get is
Their resistance
I’m trying to
Be faster
I’ve got a date
But she’s a disaster
The weatherman is on the tube
Blabbing about the local news
Said it was gonna be sunny again
Today
My father died
On the railroad tracks
My eyes are blue
And my heart is black
It hasn’t rained
Since I don’t know when
The river’s dry
I want to swim again
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5. |
The Good Word
03:01
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The Good Word
A simple minded Sagittarius was a clown
He tippy-toed and squeezed his nose
And bent b’loons around,
He bent b’loons around
He even offered on his face an upside down frown
He wiggled into Harvard, had a friend of a friend
His uncles brothers wife
Was just a mom in pretend
A mom in pretend
She sent him letters weekly
How much love can ya send
The law had sent a notice to the door where he stayed
Awake at night, not sleepin right
And much more afraid
He was much more afraid
Than he had ever been before the law came his way
He was wanted on the charge of second murder degree
An accident had led to death
He was there at the scene
They spotted him at the scene
Despite his pleas of innocence his hands were not clean
They put him in handcuffs hauled him off to the clink
He had his day before the judge
And brought the town to the brink
They were all at the brink
He spent some time behind closed bars, not as much as you’d think
Six years had come and gone and he was free as a bird
He read the bible daily
Had it down word for word
He had learned the good word
He was looking for a job to get him off of the curb.
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Universe Store
03:29
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Let’s go down to the Universe Store
Let’s go down to the Universe Store
Let’s go down to the Universe Store
And buy ourselves a universe
Let’s all build a galaxy
We’ll fill it up with cookies, scones, and oolong tea
We’ll have a lot of fun, it’ll be really neat
Let’s all build a galaxy
First we’ll need a supermassive black hole
Surround it with some stars and yummy cookie dough
Then we’ll add some planets, hey look how they go
Ring around the rosy
We’ll add a couple comets made of rock and ice
Send them round the sun, yeah, they’ll look real nice
Floating through the sky, maybe you’ll see them twice
Twice in a lifetime
A gas cloud here and an asteroid there
Then how bout a moon for wolves who turn to were
The sun is uber bright, so don’t you look and stare
Less you wanna go blind
We’re standin’ on a planet and we’ll call it earth
An atmosphere of oxygen to bind and girth
Mankind will perpetuate through childbirth
We’ll all get old and get a job
Everything is atoms, they’ve got nuclei
Protons and neutrons and electrons fly
Even Higgs bosons, they’re the tie that bind
All mass together
The periodic table is a real cool chart
Phosphorus and chromium and cows that fart
Methane can kill ya, yeah, but so can art
Just ask Ernest Hemingway
Mathematics, physics, and astronomy
Owe a lot to Mario and Luigi
Who the heck is Galileo Galilei
You can be a scientist
General and special relativity
Einstein was father of both theories
The cosmos, quantum, mirror, Hey, look! It’s me!
Singing about the universe
Let’s go down to the Universe Store
Let’s go down to the Universe Store
Let’s go down to the Universe Store
And buy ourselves a universe
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Runnin’ around … searching for
Higher ground
Try to escape
The fits and the fray
But you can’t hide
What you got comin’
And you can’t live
A life of runnin’
It boils to a froth
Your little world
Of sums and loss
Look around little girl
You’re a survivor
Of the butcher’s knife
Rotten fruit
Fallen from the tree
Don’t you understand …
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8. |
Mount Moriah
04:47
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Woke up Sunday morning
Just a day like any day
Didn’t know I’d be meeting you
But you were on your way
Said a prayer and hit the road
My wife sat by my side
Couldn’t wait to see you
When you opened up your eyes
I became your father when
You became, you became
My son, my son, my son
When you became
My son, my son, my son
When you became
From hospital into our home
You felt like home to us
Everything fit into place
Our love grew more by much
Your life was merely minutes old
When you opened up your eyes
The miracle of your newborn life
Your family’s greatest pride
I became your father when
You became, you became
My son, my son, my son
When you became
My son, my son, my son
When you became
The sky cracked wide when we heard the word
That you’d be taken back
Nothing we could say or do
Could change that tragic fact
The time, it came and it went so fast
Your life with us, a flash
From hello to goodbye again
Our love burned down to ash
Once I was your father but
Now you are, now you are
You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
Now you are
You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
Now you are
[Bridge]
I’ll never get to teach you things
Never get to say so many things (x4)
Asleep in someone else’s arms
A million miles away
The moon sings hushed bird lullabies
You’re older with each day
The stars shine bright, the day turns dim
The world’s a different hue
The last thing I said to you …
I’ll always be your father
You will never be, never be
My son, my son, my son
You’ll never be
My son, my son, my son
You’ll never be
My son, my son, my son
You’ll never be
My son
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9. |
The Color of Wind
03:39
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the color of wind
the light of rain
the taste of winter
the cry of train
a rocket to hell
a whiskey of town
a bird on grave
a wire battered down
the light of rain
the joker of gin
the smell of wet fur
the color of wind
a smile on child
a five of fin
a drum on fire
the color of wind
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10. |
Charlie
02:53
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Well I know a lass named Charlie
Whenever she comes around
They roll out the hoses
Before the town burns down
Now Charlie is a pretty lady
She’s a truly lovely girl
She’s at my door every night
She’s taken over my world
Ooh that sweet girl Charlie
She’s among the best
Ooh that tasty Charlie
I’m hers to test
Here comes my girl Charlie
She’s the queen of the crop
And here comes my Charlie
She’s never going to stop
Charlie is the devil
In handmaiden’s clothes
She looks so fuckin' sweet
Six inches from my nose
Ooh that damn girl Charlie
She thinks she’s the best
Ooh that tasty Charlie
She won’t let me rest
Now I see my Charlie
She’s a cheat and a scamp
Here comes my Charlie
She’s a first-rate tramp
I wish I could lose Charlie
She makes my life a mess
I want to ditch Charlie
Her and her fuckin' dress
Ooh that fuckin' Charlie
She owns my world
I just can’t bypass Charlie
That old-fashioned girl
Ooh go to hell Charlie
Let your choking cease
Ooh go to hell Charlie
And leave me in peace
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Capital I
03:12
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Heigh, heigh capital I
I stand here waiting for you
And hey, hey lowercase j
I’ll join ya when the day is through
I’ve ice-skated to Iceland
And interviewed Ichabod Crane
He said I have important advice, man
It’s icky to have an invisible brain
I got me a job as a jester
I’d joke about juice but not gin
I’d josh with the jolly countess-a
But the judge just jailed me again
I can isolate isotopes
And invent interesting ideas
But the best way to increase my income I hope
Is ink to imprint fake IDs
I’ve been jogging with jaguars
And jumped a jillion jump ropes
I’m joyous when I’m naked as a jaybird
And jolted by Jamaican dope
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Icosidodecahedron
03:35
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I fell in love with an Illinois queen
She took me for a spin in her washing machine
She said I know how to get things clean
And yet I still felt dirty
The whole time I knew her y’know I swore
She didn’t look a day over seventy-four
But then one night my jaw hit the floor
When she said she just turned thirty
I’m just tryin’ to make it through
Another lonesome day without you
I went to the bank to visit my change
The cowboy who’s a teller just looked at me strange
“We never see bowties like that on the range”
And handed me his lasso
We went to punch cows but started punching each other
It kinda felt like I was kissing my brother
He was a con man working undercover
As a king without his castle
I’m just tryin’ to make it through
Another lonesome day without you
You learned pretty quick that my edges are even
Like an icosidodecahedron
I took calculus in college but thought about leavin’
‘Cause the teacher was no Fibonacci
We dated via telegraph till you said stop
You showed me how to dance the diddly bop
Then we cooked up some love on the stovetop
Of my imported Japanese hibachi
I’m just tryin’ to make it through
Another lonesome day without you
Now where this dark tunnel leads I can’t tell
I following the arrows just like William Tell
And the apple of my eyes knows it’s just as well
To be shot without a warning
Sometimes I wish I could travel to space
And use a telescope just to map your face
Instead I’ll dream about your pillowcase
And kissing you in the morning
I’m just tryin’ to make it through
Another lonesome day without you
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Went out on a date with you
You wanted to sleep with me
Tra la la la la la la
Fungus on my feet
You said you would cook me dinner
You'd make your specialty
Tra la la la la la la
Hammers and tea
You made bank as an architect
Said we'd live like royalty
Tra la la la la la la
Fell into the sea
You went to Vegas on vacation
Brought a present home to me
Tra la la la P S A
Get tested for VD
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14. |
I Bid You Goodnight
03:47
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Going Gone
04:02
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Well the wind went whistlin’ on, on through the pines
And the western sky bled stunning hues, all whiskey and red
I swam through the summer, my woman still fresh on my mind
And it’s warm, warm weather, and I’m feeling fine
Got a cool view, constellations they crawl ‘cross the sky
And the moon breathes sweet gospel music deep in my head
I walk through this woods listening to the wisdom of trees
And it’s a long time comin’ I pack up and leave
So I’m goin’, goin’, gone
I’m goin’, goin’, gone
I’m goin’, goin’, gone
Baby, I’m gone
Well the street it’s an odd mistress urging me by
And the horizon haze in the heat is beckoning me
I walk on the shoulder, my thumb is bent to the sky
And it’s home, home, home, I’ll be by and by
So I’m goin’, goin’, gone
I’m goin’, goin’, gone
I’m goin’, goin’, gone
Baby, I’m gone
Well the west coast it disappears into a glory of sea
And the ships they come and they go, just dots ‘neath the sky
I step into water, let the current carry me
And I disappear, floating on for eternity
So I’m goin’, goin’, gone
I’m goin’, goin’, gone
I’m goin’, goin’, gone
Baby, I’m gone (x2)
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Sunday Morning (ii)
03:26
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