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You won’t leave again just to spite me
He said so politely, in his misery
With hand over fist, life ain’t easy
But when you fish in the dead sea
There’s no mystery
Usually I’d fall apart, but now
I’m going to stay with my heart
It only knows what’s real
There’s no mystery
So pour out the best of your illusion
‘Cause even when you’re losing,
It ain’t news to me
With traveler’s cheques cashing secrets
And when you’re at your weakest
There’s no mystery
Usually I'd fall apart but now,
I'm going to stay with my heart, stay with my heart
It only knows what's real
There's no mystery
Far too fantastic to ever be shared
It’s always the lookout who gives it away
It’s not that I want you to leave unprepared,
But you can’t have the last word with nothing,
Nothing to say
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Tidewater Breaks
03:19
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I picture myself in places I’ve never been to before
Sunlight on my face
Shady sidewalks or a hill with a view,
Rising over the haze
Agatha I was just waiting for you, in the town
Where no one waves
Over and over the pendulum swings, as
It’s making the rounds in space
Sooner or later the tidewater breaks, and you’re
Washing up in its wake, in its wake
I’m lifting myself from pages I’ve never read through before
Resigned to my fate
Lazy Susan let me spin it for you, let me
Run through your gate
Over and over the pendulum swings, as
It’s making the rounds in space
Sooner or later the tidewater breaks, and you’re
Washing up in its wake, in its wake
In space
In its wake
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Motionless
05:15
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How did we get here?
Can’t even stop for just one moment,
To take it all in
How do we leave here?
Each passing second leaves the present,
No way to begin
It’s hard to believe it’s already here
The right way ‘round can be found,
Circling the planet at its speed, you’re standing still
When the wheels hit the ground
The turbulence, wind resistance
Strings were broken from the sound (of)
Standing still, you’re standing still
Where are we off to,
And when we get there will we publish the freedom we found?
Then when we’ve left here,
What will we show for the commotion of living unbound?
It’s hard to believe it’s already here
The right way ‘round can be found,
Circling the planet at its speed, you’re standing still
When the wheels hit the ground
The turbulence, wind resistance
Strings were broken from the sound (of)
Standing still, you’re standing still
Please just put on that dress that you only wear on Sunday
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Distant Memory
04:29
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“I was restless as could be, I could not stand it,”
Said the woman with the sunlight in her eyes
“Iron shackles on your feet, pale blue yonder within reach,
You just plead for life”
Trailing ripples in your wake, how
Distant memories will fade out
All day I wish I was sleeping in my bed
But each night dreams take me someplace else instead
And if the sky is falling through, tell me
I built my house out of bricks, now why won’t you?
Why won’t you?
Trailing ripples in your wake, how
Distant memories will fade out
Distant memories will fade out
Trailing ripples in your wake,
Only sailing ships will face the waves down
Distant memories will fade out
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Rooms Ready, Help Wanted
04:14
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Rooms ready, help wanted
Rooms ready, help wanted
There’s a vacancy in my home,
Since my woman left me here all alone
Rooms ready, help wanted
Rooms ready, help wanted,
Now accepting new walk-ins
Sorry we’re open, come in we’re closed
The seal’s been broken by her,
And her alone
Rooms ready, help wanted
We buy and sell what’s been gently used, but
Nothing prepared me for this kind of abuse
Rooms ready, help wanted
Now accepting new walk-ins
Broken hearts can’t redeem, sell or trade
’Til somebody glues them back into place
Rooms ready, help wanted
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Whirlwind
00:52
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(Instrumental)
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Monday's Child
02:56
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You say that Monday’s child is full of woe
That it didn’t take much to crush my tin can soul
And if you’re leaving town, let me know (oh my soul)
And if you’re leaving now..
Because it’s only a way to pretend
That you don’t care how the story ends
Can’t stop my world from turning on
The moment you wait for is already gone
I can feel it coming back now,
I can feel it coming back
And if today meant the end of all things
Then you won’t care what tomorrow brings
Can’t stop my world from turning on
The moment you wait for is already gone
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Sleep In The Sun
03:36
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You go up, my skin burns
Shadows lean from the space that I turn
I’d rather sleep in the sun
You go down, icy blue
Hide ’til the moonlight gets chased by the dew
I’d rather sleep in the sun
I’d rather sleep in the sun,
Hide ’til the morning comes,
You roll my bones away
In darkened caves beneath the sea,
In tidal waves over coral reefs
I’d rather sleep in the sun
On snowcapped mountains with funny peaks,
The avalanches cave in on me
I’d rather sleep in the sun
I’d rather sleep in the sun,
Hide ’til the morning comes,
You roll my bones away
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Small Favor
02:30
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Smoke in my eyes does a funny thing as she walks by
Don’t you love her too fast, it won’t help you cherish
That full-bodied flavor
Let’s not get carried away this time,
I only wanted to get my feet wet
But now it’s gone too far
So now, my long-lost friend
Looks like we’ve run aground, on
That same rocky shore again, but
See your face grow so pale, just when you thought
We had the tiger by the tail
So I ask this small favor
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Then You Disappear
03:16
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You take these chains off of me, darling
When you wake up so far away,
Do you miss me?
‘Cause you’re my sugar-snap pea and my guardian
So trapeze right along with me
With your pictures and parlor games, you’re
Shaking me up like a star on the screen
Then you disappear
Out of town for a week, body’s aching
From the moment you came to stay, sudden heatwave
I tried to give you relief from these burdens of fate
Still you push me, why do you push me away?
But it don’t matter anyhow, cause
There ain’t no more room in my world for you now
Then you reappear
Oh, August is finally here,
And there’s life in the atmosphere
Take a minute to grin and
Let all the visions appear
Let all the visions appear
Let all the visions appear
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S.R. Frost Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Creator of psychedelic
sounds.
Producer,
Singer-Songwriter,
Teacher.
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