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I can do no wrong
02:15
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London bridge is falling down
Humpty Dumpty will never be whole again
but save that yoke and add some onions
you'll make an omlette that's five feet thick
everything is going well and I can do no wrong
Things fall apart, the center won't hold
someone will have to come around here and clean up this mess
everything must flow according to the great magnet
and these days you'll find it in my back pocket
everything is going well and I can do no wrong
free will or determined so
everything must flow and everyone must go
pick up yourself from the gutter my son
reach for the stars, not for the bars
everything is going well and I can do no wrong
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My Baby's Name
02:14
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My baby went south for spring break
she come back with a different name
she says she loves me all the same
but that diamond on her finger sure ain't fake
who goes around putting rings on fingers
who goes around changing little girls' names
who goes around putting rings on fingers
who goes around changing my baby's name
god must love unfaithful women
might as well count grains of sand
and all the others weight doen their hands
with the shiny curse of men
who goes around putting rings on fingers
who goes around changing little girls' names
who goes around putting rings on fingers
who goes around changing my baby's name
my baby sure loves her jewelery
her heart beats only for silver and gold
but my pockets are empty and my house foreclosed
spent my last dollar on her trip to bali
who goes around putting rings on fingers
who goes around changing little girls' names
who goes around putting rings on fingers
who goes around changing my baby's name
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We're all buddahs
01:46
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this century limits me,
oh baby can't you see
unless I am the shovel
at the light of trouble,
how can I succeed?
I had a vision in the morning sun
light crawled over my flesh
I was smiling, I was crying
I caught a glimpse of the truth
we're all Buddahs in the morning light
there is nothing you need to achieve.
just open your eyes, buy the ticket
and take the octopus ride
we're all Buddahs in the morning light
there is nothing you need to achieve
we're all buddahs here and now
taking the octopus ride
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Riverside Hotel
02:10
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Come to me with pleasant smiles
I'll take you there you'll see
We'll never spend another day alone
yet you'll always be free
Time matters only if you count hours in waves
I swear I'll drown my watch at the riverside hotel
Take my hand and don't let go
we'll travel far indeed
We'll see the mountains of Peru
The monks of India
Time matters only if you count hours in waves
I swear I'll drown my watch at the riverside hotel
Don't look back it will be alright
If we can build it with our hands
It will always stand
and never fall again
Time matters only if you count hours in waves
I swear I'll drown my watch at the riverside hotel
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5. |
Intermezzo - Jug Band
01:16
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Flashing eyebrows blues
01:48
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Back in the days, the good old days
my eyebrows could get smiles out of girls
but today (sad days) they only get frowns
for their hard work
I got the flashing eyebrows blues
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Wake up!
02:45
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I was living in a dream
took a tiger from the zoo
I was living in a dream
I had a house in Timbuktu
I was living in a dream
You seemed to love me too
I was living in a dream
But dreams end when you wake up
Wake up!
I can't tell right from wrong
I got no moral intuition
I can't tell right from wrong
I freak out the working class
I can't tell right from wrong
But I know you did me wrong
I was living in a dream
But dreams end when you wake up
Wake up!
I shake myself awake
I focus on the truth
I shake myself awake
Throw you out with all the lies
I shake myself awake
I dance in the light of day
I was living in a dream
But dreams end when you wake up
Wake up!
I was living in a dream
took a tiger from the zoo
I was living in a dream
I had a house in Timbuktu
I was living in a dream
You seemed to love me too
I was living in a dream
But dreams end when you wake up
Wake up!
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No birds at my window
02:31
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It's not a case of being blue
flowers won't rot in my hands
no birds will die at my window
I'm just in love with you
I feel just right when I'm with you
I see the world in colours
There's no winter when I'm with you
at least until mid december
here ain't no birds at my window
these bigs hands can hold flowers
let's take a walk by the river
holding hands until mid december
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Sylvain Poitras Hull
A philosopher by training, Sylvain explores circularity and self-reference in the fields of video, comics and electroacoustic music: that he uses images, words or sounds, he primarily seeks to blur the boundaries between the object and its designation. Software designer and trombonist, he invented the "meta-trombone", a sophisticated processing system which leads him to the origins of free jazz. ... more
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