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Dream Catching Song
04:02
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DREAM CATCHING SONG
The rumble of the sky above you
Trembling planet down below
The trees outside they seem to want you
Their branches tapping on the window
Heart be strong
This night might be long
Be brave, hold on
To your dream catching song
The ceiling shadows stretch to reach you
Of grim forebodings they will teach you but it’s your
It’s your own tooth under the pillow
They’ll never paint this cowboy yellow
Heart be strong
This night might be long
Be brave, hold on
To your dream catching song
Sweet dreams are waiting as the dry ice dissolves
Fair gates swing open as your star globe revolves
The parting of the reeds
And your hair softly stroked by weeping willows
Who wrote this will?
I wasn’t ill
Just want to hug the friends I miss you know
Heart be strong
This night might be long
Be brave, hold on
To your dream catching song
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EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT
I’m solid with a pack of beautiful losers
Their aspirations may be modest
Some may say we’re soft
But the kindness in their heartbeats
That’s my backbone of drums
We try to play a game of poker with an incomplete deck
Between the booze and the takeaways the kitchen is a wreck
We grumble at the state of the world and the news of the day
When Faye sets fire to the newspaper we laugh through our dismay
We drink and toast each other and dance rings around the table
Sing along to the songs that keep us almost stable (like this one)
It’s gonna be all right, it’s gonna be all right
Everything’s going to be all right
Now there’s a full Moon over Wowtown tonight
And now that William Shatner’s on a real space flight
It’s gonna be all right, it’s gonna be all right
Everything’s going to be all right
Of course we go on and on about how our big dreams got away
Curse the billionaires and gatekeepers that led us all astray
Maybe Elon Musk can spare a few measly pesos
For all us buskers overlooked by the likes of Jeff Bezos?
We raise our glasses to the whistleblowers
and the great seekers of truth
And to the great dental practitioner that fixed Joe’s aching tooth
And at some point we’ll conclude, though we’re not seeing so straight
That there’s a chance we’ll still be winners once we get out of the gate
...
It’s gonna be all right, it’s gonna be all right
Everything’s going to be all right
With your latte daddy and your Bucket Hat
Hangin outside Coco Chanel’s old Flat
Everything’s going to be alright
Now that Priti Patel has met with Little Amal
And Pete the Cat is gonna find his tail
It’s gonna be all right….
Everything’s going to be all right
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Birds & Bees
02:06
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Hallelujah pretty flower
Holy smokes you big old tree
Hallelujah Mother Superior
Getting down in the garden with the birds and the bees
Daddy always said you’ve gotta watch out for them floozies
Momma always said you’ve gotta watch out for them floozies
But I like it
Oh Daddy I like it
etc.
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4. |
The Anomalous Now
04:41
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Attention passengers
We are now entering an unexpected turn
Please hold on to your hats, pushcarts, strollers and loose clothing
Please keep your hands inside at all times
Welcome to the strange and delirious anomalous now
Side effects may include:
Waves, watery waves of ups and downs
Waves of ups and downs, waves of ups and downs
Exhilaration, dread, disbelief, belief
Gratefulness, sadness, saudade, anger
Unbridled happiness, creative energy, complete lack of it
And very vivid private dreams
Swearing in Hungarian, strange cravings for bananas
Fear of strangers
And general mild discombobulation
Please hold on tight, try to keep your chin up
And don’t forget to let your friends and family members know that you’re okay
Ba badaba…badababadaba
Ba badaba bop bop bop bomb ba da ba
And now if I may, I’d like to introduce you to the band:
First off we have the wonderful Mother Superior on mechanical percussion
And here behind the human drum kit, our very special guest star: the one and only Budgie
Joining us with noises from the beyond, my long time business partner The Hornicator
And of course here in my arms, let’s not forget Hank the Guitar
Ba badaba…badababadaba
Ba badaba bop bop bop bomb ba da ba
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Free Floaters
04:28
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Blow us across the dusk and these city lights
Plant me on the pin of this spinning world
My neighbors don’t speak much English
I hardly know them at all, but I know
They’ve got the tenderest feelings
We share the thinnest of walls
He works so hard every day
But in the end hear them play
They’re always singing to that newborn baby
I’ve never heard a trio quite so happy
They’re much more grounded than me
A well rooted family tree
Me I’m just a free floater
Dandelion seed
Little explosions all over
A broken string of beads
A sheer white skirt, red shirts from France
Some polka dotted underpants
Blowin’ in rhythm in a laundry line dance
Their undulations leave us lost in a trance
They’re dancing with you and me
But they are caught and we’re free
We are free floaters
Dandelion seeds
Little explosions all over
Broken strings of beads
Bye bye Mama, so long Dad
All gone so quickly, but don’t feel sad
Our story‘s destined for a different page
Can’t keep your wild little dreams locked in a cage
Like backwards falling snow
Up to the sky we flow
We’re just free floaters
Dandelion seeds
Little explosions all over
Broken strings of beads
Plant me on the pin of this spinning world
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A WONDERFUL KIND OF STRANGE
Some people get on a roll
While others they are just rolled
Along
Some are of blue blooded stock
Some of us sleep in the cold
So long
I'd become resigned to nothing more
When I washed up in my bottle on to your shore
Into a different mold the world you pour
And I have never felt this way before
You're such a wonderful kind of strange
You're just a wonderful kind of strange
Dreamy is the color of your eyes
They hatch from egg cartons like butterflies
When you wake
Didn't think I had the kind of heart could change
But then there's you up there on Mars singing 'Home On The Range'
You're such a wonderful kind of strange
You're just a wonderful kind of strange
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8. |
A Little More Time
02:53
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A LITTLE MORE TIME
What would you wish for if you had a Genie
Would you end human cruelty?
Would you win the lottery?
Get your one true love, be no-more-lonely
Or make everybody think “Ain’t she pretty?”
Or just recharge your old battery?
Or make you into somebody that nobody can see
So you can go about your business completely invisibly
Now if I were granted that just one wish, and that’s all I would need
I’d grab the horn by the bull and make it all succeed
I’d wish for just some more time
Just a little more time
It could all be sublime
With just a little more time
It’s a truth we’re faced with: haste makes waste
It’s artificially ripened’s why it’s got no taste
I could make lemonade if you tossed me a lime
You know I could make magic if I just had the time
I’d make a brand new machine out of an old wind chime
I’d have a whole damned exhibition at the Guggenheim
I could change every nickel into shiny new dimes
With the blessing of time, if I just had the…
Just had the time
Just a little more time
Each nickel turns to a dime
With the passing of time
I’d wish for just some more time
Just a little more time
It could all be sublime
With just a little more time
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Big Bright Marble
04:30
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BIG BRIGHT MARBLE
Amen-Ra, Amen-Ra
Who frames your shadows
In beams of gold
Unfolds the roses
Warms you when you’re cold
Who starts the church bells ringin’
As the stained glass glows
The dog’s got the leash in his mouth
You’re taking off some clothes
Who catches your bad dreams
Who makes your nightmares go
Who is the icicle sculptor
On mornings after snow
Behind your closed eyelids
He paints a bright orange dark
We’re made of blood and stardust
Born of a solar spark
Let’s take a minute to marvel
At this big bright marble
That we’re orbiting around
Orbiting around
Amen-Ra, Amen-Ra
He’s shimmying across tree tops
Shimmering down the train tracks
He’s climbing the rooftops
And crowning all the smokestacks
I want to fly like Icarus
But keep a safer distance
To dream big like Copernicus
To think like Aristarchus
They’re bowin’ down in Brighton
Sacrifice in Yucatán
Giza, Pisa, Polynesia
Kyoto Japan
He started up 4.6
billion years before today
And he does it all from
93 million miles away
Let’s take a minute to marvel
At the big bright marble
That we’re orbiting around
Orbiting around
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THE FISHERMAN’S WISHING WELL PRAYER
I hear you my heart
I get what you’re doing
Every day every night
Pumping and working
Pumping and working
Come on come on
Come Purification
Inhale regeneration
Exhale regeneration
Gotta heal what’s broken
Gotta fix what needs fixing
Gotta be there for her
Gotta keep her from going
Gotta fight what needs fought
Gotta keep on trying
I can’t stand the thought
The thought of her dying
I will stroll to the Wishing well
With my fishing pole and my empty pail
It’s not holy water down there
I don’t think
But I’m gonna take that drink
Just in case
Then I’m gonna kneel and clasp my hands
And I’m gonna pray
Yeah I’m gonna pray
We met each other in the fall
By winter were inseparable
All smiles and all was possible
But now she’s in the hospital
She’s refusing all her medicine
And we don’t dare wake her sleepwalking
The doc’s got an air of resignation
He avoids meeting my gaze
I don’t know if you’re out there God
But I hope you are because now I’m scared
And I’m gonna kneel
And stare deep into this wishing well
And I’m gonna pray
Yeah I’m gonna pray
/——-
I stare into this empty well
At first so dark and cold and still
Seems less is there the more I stare
Except dust motes dancing in the air
I squint my eyes and readjust
I sense it’s more than just some dust
They’re all glowing like tiny solar systems
Spinning around like incandescent atoms
They merge and swirl and form a languid spiral
Rotating slowly rising in the well
I see blood cells dividing endlessly
Swimming in from the endless sea
Hello aerial salmon ballet
Swimming up this churning Milky Way
Hello luminous healing angels
Hello nebulous octopus stem cells
Hello coal mine escaped canary
Hello our little boat house on the prairie
Hello waving sea anemone
Hello Heaven has got a chimney
——-/
I dip my pail, bring it back up full
Then I stroll right back to that hospital
With this dazzling medicine
Sloshing at my side
She looks into the pail
Then quizzically to my desperate eyes
Back into the pail
She thinks that I’m crazy
But then she smiles
Like she hasn’t smiled in quite a while
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Thomas Truax Birmingham, UK
"Thomas Truax crafts rich, poetically evocative songs about insects, trees, technology, and a lifelong obsession with all
things lunar. He travels the world performing with his "band" of bizarre self-made instruments including a motorized drum machine made with bike wheels and a souped-up Gramophone called 'The Hornicator', as well as his venerable guitar 'Hank'.
"Inventive and Romantic" -TimeOut
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