spring starts when a heartbeat's pound'n
when the birds can be heard above the reckoning
carts dukes and final accounting
lava flowing super farmers direction
he's been getting reprieve from the heat
in the frozen food section
chorus:
don't tell me what the poets are doing
don't tell me that they're talk'n tough
don't tell me that they're anti-social
somehow not anti-social enough
corn speaks to it's splintered legions
to the pink...... corn stalks
in the wintered region (yeah)
but, even at the archetypal father
he said he's such.... swipe, why do you even bother (yeah)
chorus:
don't tell me what the poets are doing
those himalayas of the mind
don't tell me what the poet's been doing
if it all passes over time
don't tell me what the poets are doing
on the street in the epitome of vanity
don't tell me how the universe is altered
when you find out how he gets paid
there is nothing more that you need know
.. bare breasted women
fleece towels within reach for the women
that are naked that are make'n ... swim'n
your imaginations having puppies
it could be a video for new recruits
just stare into the camera
and pretend that you got the flu
or dreams of impossible vacations
and get all teary from the wind
look as though you're standing at the station
long after the train came in
and see how the space tautens
like there's something on
and you're never more hot then
when you've got something on
picture a century of water
bury the pipline guy right there
kill the dream of possible vacations
with the sweep of a mapping pioneer
outside there's hetic action
the ice is covering the trees
and one of em's interconnecting
with my cheveroletcaprice
black out to phantom power
and like there's nothing on
and hammering the tower
and now there's nothing on
we'll ride the monorail
rocking gentely home on the trail
you wanna to show me the moon
i know you're standing at the station
i know there's nothing on
i know the alienation
i know the train's long gone
i can see how your face tautens
like you've got something on
it makes me feel just rotten
but you've got something on
the man 'cross the street he don't move
a muscle though he's all covered in dust
when constitutions of granite can't save the planet
what's to become of us
with a painted restraint i don't move a muscle
though a turbine roars if the bathwater's clear
and my ear's underwater it's a tolerant hum from the core
sleep's beckoning from the depths from the
cracks and from the crevices join the army of ghosts the
murmurs in the mist that's when the powers of observation
come to the periphery town
and we'd carry their water we don't make
a sound and after ganing our resignation they
come through the chainlink fence your only
enemy's panic your only chance is to start making sense
sleep plunging into deeper debt
inter bunkers and black minarets
on a geyser of ink a morning voice fainy and yet
and it sounds heroincredible sound that makes
the headphones edible awake affiliated and indelible
the man 'cross the street don't move a muscle
though he's all covered in dust
says constitutions of granite can't save the planet
what's left to capitvate us what's left to captivate us
what's left to capitvate us what's to become of us
i left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
coulda been the willie nelson coulda been the wine
when i left your house this morning
it was a little after nine
it was in bobcaygeon that i saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time
drove back to town this morning with working on my mind
i thought of maybe quitting
thought of leaving it behind
went back to bed this morning
and as i'm pulling down the blinds
i saw the sky was dull and hypothetical
and falling one cloud at a time
that night in toronto with it's checkerboard floors
riding on horseback and keeping order restored
til the men they couldn't hang
stepped to the mic and sang
and they're voices rang with that aryan twang
i got to your house this morning just a little after nine
in the middle of that riot
couldn't get you off my mind
so i'm at your house this morning
just a little after nine
cause it was in bobcaygeon that i saw the constellations
reveal thenselves one star at a time
thompson girl, i'm stranded at the unique motel
thompson girl winterfighter's shot on the car as well
looks like christmas at 55 degrees
this latitude weakens my knees, thompson girl
grunt work somewhere between dream and duty
poking through with all them shoots of beauty
thompson girl walking from chruchill
across the icy world with polar bears it's mostly uphill
but when she saw that nickel stack
she whistled hard and i whistled back, thompson girl
grunt work somewhere between dream and duty
poking through with all them shoots of beauty
grunt work somewhere between dream and duty
poking through with all them shoots of beauty
thompson girl were down to the dead houseplants
thompson girl we've jettisoned everything we can
she says springtime's coming
wait til you see
it poking through with them shoots of beauty
it's the end of rent-a-movie weather
it's time to end this siege together, thompson girl
thompson girl
thompson girl
thompson girl
whether lying down just beside yourself
or slipping into its cool and rushing effects
or drifting on to where it broadens
your admiration for, for its more elusive aspects
being drawn along by it
carried under carried away
by it's long-term membership
by the time the ice-huts hit the bottom
we were already home in bed
the most worthy men and the fiercest architects
they couldn't fight the current, they couldn't save, they couldn't save the
sheds
being drawn along by it
carried under carried away
by it's long-term membership
bring on the springtime bring on the houseflies
bring on the butterscotch river overspilling its banks
if you got you some withering power to amuse
you'll find its greatest frustration has its entertaining value
being drawn along by it
carried under carried away
by it's long-term membership
river wide
river wonder us
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if there's a goal that everyone remembers it was back in ol' 72
we all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger
and all i remember was sitting beside you
you said you didn't give a fuck about hockey
i never saw someone say that before
you held my hand and we walked home the long way
you were loosening my grip on bobby orr
isn't it amazing anything's accomplished
when the little sensation gets in your way
not one ambition whisperin' over your shoulder
isn't it amazing you can do anything
we hung out together every single moment
cause that's what we though married people do
complete with the grip of artificial chaos
and believing in the country of em and you
crisis of faith and crisis in the kremlin
and yea we'd heard all of that before
it's wintertime, the house is solitude with options
and loosening the grip on a fake cold war
isn't it amazing what you can accomplish
when you don't let the nation get in your way
no ambition whisperin' over your shoulder
isn't it amazing you can do anything
next to your comrades in the national fitness program
caught in soem eternal flexed-arm hang
droppin' to the mat in a fit of laughter
showed no patience, tollerence or restraint
fireworks exploding in the distance
temporary towers soar
fireworks emulating heaven
til there are no stars anymore
fireworks aiming straight at heaven
temporary towers soar
til there are no stars shining up in heaven
til there are no stars anymore
isn't it amazing what you can accomplish
when the little sensation gets in your way
no ambition whisperin' over your shoulder
isn't it amazing what you can accomplish, eh
this one thing probably never goes away
i think this one thing is always supposed to stay
this one thing doesn't have to go away
titillatons been replaced by interstate brickface and coffee-mate
and by a list of phone calls you'll like to make
where you could sit on the edge of your bed
and you could stare into your own shoes
and in the pools of light there
go wherever you choose
just rig up a complication and if it derails
you can throw away the rudder and float away like vapour trails
there's nothing funnier then pride in an utterly confident stride
so i pulled the car on over to give you a ride
damn this sleepy weather he said
as he marched in sopping wet shoes
through rainpools evapourating
says in this sign i'll conquer you
i pulled the car on over to give you a ride
but there's nothing uglier then a man hittin' his stride
(now the morning's over light wind blows)
past mexicans all dressed in beige shirts
leaning over their hoes
now the morning's over
it's time to let them sprinklers hoes
past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms
and fileds of muscles quilted to the bone
right now i'm flying over
yea right now i'm flying home
where i can sit on the end of my bed
and i can stare into my own shoes
and in the pools of light years
go wherever i choose
and throw away the rudder and float away on vapour trails
i rigged up a complication totally derailed
so i threw away the rudder float away like vapour trails
i pulled the car on over
(its time to let the sprinklers hoes)
throw away the rudder
float away on vapour trails
legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks
and motorists curse their lousy luck
crossing guard's not doing his job
and traffic's not about to stop for the first casuality of though
it's the rules
it's the rules
superfarmer's bent on the cover of time
the moralist screams he's all mine
so the bard isn't doing her job
the vacuum night the darkest rites
the small quarantined thoughts
it's the rules
it's the rules
salesman says this vacuum's guaranteed
it could suck an ancient virus from the sea
it could put the dog out of a job
could make the traffic stop so little thoughs
can safely get across
it's the rules
it's the rules
guaranteed or not
it's the rules
by design by neglect
for a fact or just for effect
when they met where they connect
at the confluence of travel and sex
more a trip than a quest
plunged into the deeply freckled breast
where to now? if i had to guess antartica's next
or chagrin falls, ohio where the unknown
won't even go to chagrin falls, ohio where the unknown
won't even go home's solitude with options
artificial chaos isn't one of 'em return there crestfallen
chagrin fell out of her apron no profound
sound no special effects the continent tipped and
she just quietly left chagrin falls on our heads not in
a gush but in maddening droplets chagrin falls (in
chagrin falls ohio) chagrin falls (where the unknown don't
even go) chagrin falls (in chagrin falls ohip) so falls
chagrin falls (where the unknown don't even go) so falls
chagrin falls so falls chagrin falls
it was our third time in new york
it was your fourth time in new york
we were fifth and sixth on the bill
we talk a little about our bands talk a little of our future
plans it's not like we were best friends
that number scheme comes back to me in times
beyond our heartbeat
we hung around til the final band
called "escape is at hand for the travvelin' man"
you yelled in my ear this music speaks to me
they launched into "lonely from rock n' roll"
followed by "they checked out an hour ago"
closing with "all desires turn concrete"
those melodies come back to me
at times beyond our heartbeat
i guess i'm too slow, yes i'm too slow
but you said anytime of the day was fine
you said anytime of the night was also fine
i walked through your revolving doorgot not answer
on the second floor elevator gave a low moan
the pigeons sagged the wire with their weight
listening to the singing chambermaid
she sang "they checked out an hour ago".
those melodies come back to me
in times beyond our heartbeat
i guess i'm too slow, yes i'm too slow, yes i'm too slow
but you said anytime of the day was fine
you said anytime of the night was also fine
our heartbeat, our heartbeat, our hearbeat
long conversation idle chit-chat
maybe dive in or maybe hang back
idle conversation or idle chit-chat
maybe dive in or maybe hang back
i like the tone of your trumpet
come let's spill some paint
let's raise a glass of milk to the
end of another day
and to the kiss that's still intangible
the kids are alright just unmanageable
they won't do a damn thing that you say
your voice is all detached on a radio-wave breeze
we have another caller with a bachelor degree
talkin' alien invasion as the only chance for unity
well sorry to interrupt you caller
but that's a physical impossibility
you'd be tossed up or wash up
the narrator relates in a spartan
antarctican walk for many days
meet with emperor penguin devotion to the egg
and their women are swimming from half an ocean away
don't sound so detached this is you and me
just give me your opinion before you turn to leave
but your crust is just incredible
the radio was edible
when you said don't wipe your asses with your sleeves
your're a physical impossibility
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