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Black Balloons
05:17
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BLACK BALLOONS
Last night you had a dream where everything was really strange
But then no one ever had a dream that’s normal
Like a carnival or circus
Dogs and children everywhere
Like a birthday party or summer formal
But in the crowd a painted clown
In silence waits just by the door
Whose lonely eyes are red from crying
And he gives to you a bouquet
That lifts you off the floor
He brings you black balloons, black balloons
Black balloons, black balloons
As you watch the world beneath your feet you wonder if it’s real
All the people start to shrink and grow much smaller
Like a doll house or a train set
Pretty colors in the sun
Like a cupcake ferris wheel or silver dollar
But down below the people go
Around the lawn like ants about their day
And I’m there too to sing to you
A song about a life where no one sees you float away
In all these black balloons, black balloons
Black balloons, black balloons
But in the clouds a distant sound
Of someone weeping beyond your view
And then it’s clear through salty tears
A million other strangers drifting just like you
Under their black balloons, black balloons
Black balloons, black balloons
Black balloons, black balloons
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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2. |
Pocket Watch
03:47
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POCKET WACTH
My pocket watch, a little clock
Swinging from a chain
Remains my pride and joy you know that
My pocket watch, it never stops
Singing a refrain
Day in and day out
You’re just a mortal man stuck in the quick sand
Straight up or run down
Ya do the best you can
My pocket watch, goes ticky tock
Ringing like the rain
It’s plain it sounds like pitter pat
My pocket watch, best friend I got
Saying once again
Year after year
You’re just another soul a’circling round the sun
But nothing to fear
‘Cause I’ll will let you know when your time has come
When your race has been run
And when you're good and done
And when your time has come
Time for tea, high time, borrowed time, killing time
All in good time, a stitch in time, a devil of a time,
No time like the present…
Night in your bed
There’s something in your dreams, a’nibblin’ round the edges
Tearing the seams, of everything that’s left
My pocket watch a little clock
My pocket watch best friend I got
My pocket watch goes ticky tock
My pocket watch it never stops
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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3. |
The Sycamore Tree
03:26
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THE SYCAMORE TREE
Under the sycamore tree
I always to loved to spend the day
And on the sweetest breeze
I could hear the people laugh and play
With cheeks so red and clouds so white
The sky so blue beneath the golden dappled light
Under the sycamore tree
One morning my new neighbor stood
And smiling and said to me
We should keep it safe for the greater good
We’d build a wall and charge a fee
He said he’d do it all so I happily agreed
Under the sycamore tree
I used to love to spend the day
But now it isn’t free
And I have lost my purse and can not pay
And when I looked over that great big wall
The man was gone and there was no one there at all
Under the sycamore tree
Under the sycamore tree
Under the sycamore tree
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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4. |
Lost Keys
05:19
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LOST KEYS
I saw a man out on the street today
By the bus stop as I made my way
His gaze was cast upon a spot there on the ground
And as I passed I wondered what it was he might have found
And on my way back home this afternoon
I saw the man still there, he had not moved
His face was twisted and eyes were tired and red
So I stopped to listen and this is what he said
Looking for my keys under this light
Can you help me please
I lost them in my house last night
Looking for my keys I feel so blind
I’m looking out here on the street
‘Cause this is where it’s really bright
Bah bah bah
His face was twisted and eyes were tired and red
So I stopped to listen and this is what he said
Looking for my keys under this light
Can you help me please
I lost them in my house last night
Looking for my keys I feel so blind
I’m looking out here on the street
‘Cause this is where it’s really bright
And so I laughed and went along my way
It seemed so sad I hoped he was okay
I left him crawling on the sidewalk like a fool
And yet I’m wondering if I lost my keys what I would do?
Looking for my keys under this light
Can you help me please
I lost them in my house last night
Looking for my keys I feel so blind
I’m looking out here on the street
‘Cause this is where it’s really bright
Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
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5. |
Vapor Light
04:12
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VAPOR LIGHT
Summer came and burned you down
Deep depression glass
Summer went and left a note
Said you would never last
One more season in this town
Of mystic endless highs
One more season in this town
Of orange vapor light
Summer killed another girl
But no one knew her name
Summer kissed this world goodbye
And said she couldn’t take
One more season in this town
Where no one laughs or cries
One more season in this town
Of orange vapor light
Summer died and turned to fall
While you were waiting here
Summer song we all must sing
Same place same time next year
One more season in this town
Where fires are running wild
One more season in this town
Of orange vapor light
One more season in this town
Where no one lives or dies
One more season in this town
Of orange vapor light
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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FORBIDDEN FRUIT (IN THE GARDEN)
Arise and greet the vaulted sky and burning sun
Away the velvet night retreats into the dawn
Everywhere a verdant green of floral rage
Over temple grove the stream of sunlight plays
And flower flower flower bird and bee
The golden hour bower branch of ancient trees
Into the garden, come to me
Into the garden, come to me
In the garden, in the garden
In the garden, in the garden
Awake inside your blossom skin the beauty there
Away the blackened thought of sin and have no fear
Everywhere beloved voices aching songs
Over aeons sacred words to call you home
And lover lover lover wave and sea
As we discover other only you and me
Into the garden, come to me
Into the garden, come to me
In the garden, in the garden
In the garden, in the garden
The garden, the garden
The garden, the garden
Of forbidden fruit
Arise! Awake!
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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7. |
Fixie
03:57
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FIXIE
She’s got a rag in her pocket
And a bag full of stars
With a wrench and a socket
And a parlor guitar
She don’t mind
A little hard work and elbow greasey
And she don’t mind
‘Cause sometimes you blow with the breezy
She says fixie fixie fixie
I love my bicycle
Fixie fixie fixie
I’m gonna see the world
And right on this two lane highway
I want the good and bad days on my fixie bicycle
She’s got a tattoo of Texas on her right arm
She met an angel from Memphis who sang her a song
She’s seen a yellow moon rising on Lake Pontchartrain
Seen faces so different but somehow the same
And she don’t mind
A little detour or the long way round
And she don’t mind
‘Cause sometimes you gotta get lost before you’re found
And she says fixie fixie fixie
I love my bicycle
And on this fixie fixie fixie
I’m gonna see the world
And right on this two lane highway
I want the good and bad days on my fixie bicycle
Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
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8. |
Old Photograph
03:54
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OLD PHOTOGRAPH
Wherever I go
I know that you’re always with me
I’m never alone
Even when it’s dark and cold outside
Whatever I do
I know that it’s you who loves me
I’m never afraid
Even though the day has cloudy skies
I look into your eyes
In an old photograph
Somewhere back in the past
Remember we cried and laughed
While we played
In an old photograph
Oh what a time we had
Each on a different path
But we played
Bah bah bah
Whenever I’m down
I know that you’d laugh and tell me
That every frown
Is just a smile that lost it’s way
Whatever I think
I know that you never left me
You give me a wink
And say that everything’s alright
I see you in my mind
In an old photograph
Somewhere back in the past
Remember we cried and laughed
While we played
In an old photograph
Oh what a time we had
Living it all so fast
But we played
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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9. |
Baby Bottle
04:25
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BABY BOTTLE
I write this letter to someone who needs a little help
Hope you get better before you turn into someone else
Always collecting yourself from the past
Always erecting a love by the glass
I send this message to someone I know who is far away
And so expressing my warmest regards I hope that’s ok
But I saw you falling before I could blink
Now in a spiral you circle the drink
With your
Baby bottle, with your baby bottle
I make a wish for another lost soul in the city lights
Shaking your fists as you swing for the shadows
And chew on the ice
Never unlearning so look out below
Never returning my gaze as you go
Never returning from battles begun
Never to smile in the face of the sun
With your
Baby bottle, with your baby bottle
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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10. |
Yellow Dress
03:27
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YELLOW DRESS
I got a yellow dress and it makes me feel so sunny
And I know the world’s a mess but I try to shake the blues
No I’m not so self obsessed that I can’t see what’s so funny
And as you might have guessed no surprise I’m just like you
Chew me up and spit me out
But don’t have a lick of doubt
That I can fly
Nothing’s gonna kill my buzz
Sunshine is my favorite drug
I’m so high, let’s get high
I got a yellow dress and it makes me feel so sunny
And I wanna look my best when I fight for me and you
No I never get depressed ‘cause life is sweet and honey
And if you’re so impressed I can show you what to do
If they go low then I go high
I turn the cheek and pass them by
And I feel fine
Nothing’s gonna kill my buzz
Sunshine is my favorite drug
I’m so high
Golden halos topping all the trees
All the people walking on the streets
As I pass I’m like big sunflower
If you ask I’ll share with you my special powers
Chew me up and spit me out
But don’t have a lick of doubt
That I can fly
Nothing’s gonna kill my buzz
Sunshine is my favorite drug
I’m so high, let’s get high
Let's so high
It’s my sunshine
I got a yellow dress
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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11. |
Stars and Stripes
05:31
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STARS AND STRIPES
I work a factory job in a company town
Where the smokestacks turn everything gray
I always give what I got never sleep never stop
But I long for the end of the day
They say that I’m a lucky kid
I’ll never know what I missed like you
So long and adieu
But when I finally close my eyes
I wish I may I wish I might
Have somebody tell me why we do, what we do?
I’m sewing stars and stripes
Every day every night
But they never shine
What does it mean?
I’m sewing stars and stripes
And I don’t know if it’s right
But I do my best like the rest
I do my best to believe
I work from dawn to the dusk to the deadline we rush
While the smokestacks make snow in the heat
I work my hands to the bone yes I do what I’m told
But I hope for a day of relief
They tell me when I’m all gown up
That once we’ve finally made enough we’re free
Oh could it be?
But when I lay me down to sleep
My visions start to crawl and creep
Of people wearing stars on every street
And one of them is me
I’m sewing stars and stripes
Every day every night
But they never shine
What does it mean?
I’m sewing stars and stripes
And I don’t know if it’s right
But I do my best like the rest
I do my best to believe
Little suits for little men
And little dresses for the ladies I make
Little truths and little hems
And little messages that you won’t hear today okay?
I’m sewing stars and stripes
Every day every night
But they never shine
What does it mean?
I’m sewing stars and stripes
And I don’t know if it’s right
But I do my best like the rest
I do my best to believe
By Circe Link (Narccisiphus Music BMI)
and Christian Nesmith (Neztoons Publishing BMI)
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