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Dante's Advice
02:46
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A desert chasm keeps us land-locked,
If it weren't so far we would have walked around by now.
But a crow gathers up a crowed, well honey 'aint you proud.
A red polka-dot dress white beaming dreaming
Watching the tree change, season redeeming.
A pen and ink, let's me know exactly how she thinks,
and my heart leaps, while my leerer weeps.
Never ever run aground, she's so solely renown,
please don't ever let me see you frown, it's not like we're going down.
This wasn't so hard before Pandora's regards
But now I'm asking for Dante's advice, he says always think twice
Before writing your own prescriptions, for your own afflictions.
Never ever run aground, she's so solely renown,
please don't ever let me see you frown, it's not like we're going down.
Oh how boy adores her soul to feet, thinks of her before he falls into sleep.
Under a moon. Dreams of taking her there inside a hot air balloon.
So defeated without you.
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2. |
Wolves Love Wool
04:20
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Owls are blessed to witness their mess, as they spin their heads around and around.
I’m blaming this on a couldn’t care less who couldn’t confess “I’m more lost and less found”.
Wolves love wool.
They swallowed the key to what locked you to me, but you just don’t see, no I don’t think you do.
I’ll give you a hint it went something like this, you’d give me a kiss, and I’d give one right back to you.
Wolves love wool.
Come up and look, at everything they took before the ground even shook, you still feel in control.
But that’s right, what’s wrong, they’re singing your song, ’cause wolves love wool.
Wolves love wool.
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3. |
Dante's Revenge
05:19
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An ocean or two separates me and you,
You always wanted to cross ‘em.
The adventurous type with unquenchable spite
makin’ day-dreamin’ deals with Poseidon
She’s a queen of the Nile, perfect scowl, perfect smile,
With eye’s often star-far away.
From crow cries to crickets, it’s the Moon that’s gone dim ,
and her laughter that leaves me this way…
…
My stomach goes sick, over smiles and sips,
and bricks upon bricks upon tears.
And the one who’s so smart,
they perfected the art of realizing all of their fears.
Y’know I never much cared, about the length of your hair,
your kissing or your cussing or your looks.
I just thought it’d be fun if I could always be the one
who got to carry your books.
…
I sure know how to be mean, to my paper moon queen,
she sure knows how how to bring it back around.
So I wonder who’ll be waitin’ at the bus station,
when I come rollin’ in to your town.
Cause my ships run up dry, and not a tear from my eye,
seems to do much to make a wave.
This wasn’t so hard before Pandora’s regard,
now revenge is tasting sweet to Dante.
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4. |
Terrible Questions
05:05
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They tell me there is a gate and its made of pearl and gold.
They tell me tickets there aint cheap but they can't be bought or sold.
They tell me that back East there used to live a man,
He held the sunlight in his eyes and the starlight in his hands.
And they tell me that if you're not sure where you're from or where to go,
He can read your heart, and gladly let you know.
What is all this for if it 'aint for love, love, love?
Where do angels come from if they don't come from above?
Where do you think that you might be going to?
'Cause I'm going home. I'm going home.
I'm going home.
I need a compass now like I need some company.
'Cause them waves will still get wild when the seas their sovereign see.
I never thought standin' on my own two feet could make me sink so low.
I never thought I'd see you again when I heard that rooster crow
But if you're thinking of packing in well there's something you ought to learn.
Just because it hurts, doesn't mean it burns.
What is all this for if it 'aint for love, love, love?
Where do angels come from if they don't come from above?
Where do you think that you might be going to?
'Cause I'm going home. I'm going home.
I'm going home.
And I heard back at my Father's house you gave big Lou the ol' one two.
You kicked him out the door onto the back porch in his cheap Italian suit.
And I can't imagine how tough it must have been when him and Jill told you that they weren't coming home again.
What is all this for if it 'aint for love, love, love?
Where do angels fall from if they don't fall from above?
Where do you think that you might be going to?
'Cause I'm going home. I'm going home.
I'm going home.
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