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Jar of Teeth
03:24
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Is this what they’re all on about
The cotton candy at the back of my mouth?
We see you dancing every night
Iridescent wings that catch in the light
It’s like pulling teeth from a jar
To see how many there are
Why don’t you count again?
When something doesn’t add up
You will find there are too many for a child’s mouth
Look like an angel when you cry
Ruddy cherub in a pieta’s eye
We always love to see you smile
Even with all of your teeth in the pile
It’s like pulling hares from a hat
Instead of setting a trap
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2. |
Winged Wizards Wonder
02:43
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Wizard in a white robe
Trapped in the amber
Blinded by the light strobe
Caught in a glamour
Geronimo
It’s what you don’t know
Winged wizards wonder
Undine enamored
In between the thunder
Caught in a glamour
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3. |
The Gnome
03:03
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Waiting in the road it’s the gnome
He asks for my hand in marriage
And I don't recall which charm in my pocket
Repels his kind
Under the stone it’s the gnome
Soaking his teeth in marrow
And I don’t recall which of the commandments
He will abide
Astride a toad it’s the gnome
Pulling his prize behind him
And i don’t recall which one of the children is really mine
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4. |
Intermezzo
00:43
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5. |
We Never Talk Anymore
04:06
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Every rose gold pearl you offer
Forms a chain i keep
Inside a coffer, buried deep
When you didn't come home
When you didn't come home last night
I stared a dent into the door
Is everything
Is everything alright?
We never talk anymore
In the dark between the streetlights
Where the stray dog sleeps
I hear your legend from parakeets
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03:18
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Please excuse my peeling head
Surface of an ochre bed
Scimitars of smiling teeth
Revealing juicy fruit beneath
Asthmatic psychopomp
In a prehistoric swamp
Are you ever really dead?
Please excuse my peeling head
Why did you sprinkle salt around the room?
Have i travelled to the other side too soon?
Please excuse my peeling head
Surface of an ochre bed
Are you ever really dead?
Please excuse my peeling head
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7. |
Harvest Moon
05:23
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You’re frail in the fading light
Too fretful for soon sleep
Have you counted the sheep?
The end of a season
The age of reason
It is over so soon
Like a harvest moon
It’s over so soon
The seraphim sword it falls
Heavy on a clay vase
Imparting its grace
The wheat in the autumn field
Sweetly to the scythe yields
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Flower Ranger Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
(header by Ann Hoffman)
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