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Tribute to Brian Wilson
02:28
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Ooh, aah
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Tonight we need no reservations with the moon,
we'll slip on out and shed our skin
wade in much too deep to ever touch bottom.
The start of something new.
We'll steer clear of the pathless course upstream,
a compass change in current point of view.
No riptide struggles swimmin' for the shore,
surrender to the tide.
In the shelter of the arms of the sea,
the change in tide will set us free.
Should you lose your way you can chart a course by moonlight, and that's where you'll find me.
The resounding cry of uniform souls in daily battle
fall silent in waves.
Lay to rest on the ocean's floor
all pyrrhic victories.
In safe keeping under a halo of starlight,
the change in tide will set us free.
Should you lose your way you can set sail by
starlight, and that's where you'll find me.
Tonight we need no reservations with the moon,
we'll slip on out and shed our skin,
wade in much too deep to ever touch bottom.
The start of something new.
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3. |
State of Misery
05:35
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California turned golden in a technology explosion
A second gold rush for the new pioneers
but the futures they sold were lies they told
cashing in on bankrupt promises
In Washington the air is clouded by political affairs
big money lobbying to buy horses in the race
War is the policies they know, but to them it's just a show
watching bodies pile up like dollar bills
For you and me the state is misery
where it's pouring down twelve months a year
In New York the saying goes, "It's on with the show"
but when the curtain falls it's no longer make believe
It's business as usual in that lone star state
where energy prices are served at cut throat rates
the well they're sinkin' in is filled with greed and one of sin
the ride they're on is bound straight for hell
For now you and me the state is misery
where it's pouring down twelve months a year
In New York the saying goes, "It's on with the show"
but when the lights turn on it's no longer make believe
I believe that somewhere out there
a state exists with only love in the air
all you've got to do is breathe it in
and life will once again be more than
deep pockets filled with empty promises
For you and me the state is misery
where it's pouring down twelve months a year
In the stampede of bulls or sleep of bears
elephants and jackasses are everywhere
but soon every dog has it's day
For now you and me the state is misery
where it's pouring down twelve months a year
In New York the saying goes, "It's on with the show"
but when the curtain falls it's no longer make believe
but when the lights turn on it's no longer make believe
soon we'll leave the state of misery
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American Strip-mall
04:46
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This town feels strange, a stage with no character on it. Pre-packaged dream you can buy.
A heart of steel but no leg to stand on, a pyramid scheme by design.
Everyday the destination is nowhere, you're only along for the ride.
Grab hold the wheel, a forced position headed straight for the lie.
Commercial deals, the same thing is on every aisle.
An American Strip-mall way of life.
The faces change, just a part of the window dressing. Empty expressions leave you cold.
Pick a line and wait to make a counter offer.
Caffeine prescription gets you by.
Everyday the destination is nowhere, you're only along for the ride.
Grab hold the wheel, a forced position headed straight for the lie.
Commercial deals, the same thing is on every aisle.
An American Strip-mall way of life.
Antiseptic dreams and drive-thru windows.
One size fits all, and it's all a lie.
Check-out stands with junk-food journalism.
The American Strip-mall way of life.
Everywhere it's the same.
Swallow the pill, repeat the pattern.
Welcome to the wonderful life.
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5. |
Mary Go Round
03:33
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Hearts are like playgrounds for little Mary go round
to love she'll never be bound
she's little Mary go round
watch as Mary spins round
With arms outstretched toward the sky you'll begin to believe
there's nothing you wanted more, nothing more you need
but just as you slide in close to taste the air she breathes
you'll feel her slip away as you begin to see
Your head is her playgrounds she laughs as yours spins around
to love she'll never be bound
she's little Mary go round
watch as Mary spins round
She's a puzzle you can't figure out
you're a game she plays
as you're clinging to the edge
you fall to hear her say
Hearts are like playgrounds for little Mary go round
to love she'll never be bound
she's little Mary go round
watch as Mary spins round
Take your place at the wheel
when she spins you will feel your heart flying
where she stops no one knows your hooked and it grows
you reel with desire
Hearts are her playground and little Mary goes round
your heart aches when you've found
little Mary go round
watch as Mary spins round
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As You Were
03:47
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24 Frames
04:39
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Still life in frames, prisoners on walls
time takes a stand and echoes through halls
you're hearing the voices but screening the call
life in a dark room, the shadows stand tall
A light from the doorway, the process begins
exposure to life through your own lens
We're 24 frames reeling in time
developing pictures of our own design
24 frames a theater in mind with pictures in focus
The search for an opening line to the script of the film
you shudder at the thought you're a blank page to fill
A light from the window, the process begins
filtering life through your own lens
We're 24 frames reeling in time
developing pictures of our own design
24 frames a theater in mind with pictures in focus
Purchase the ticket for the next show
runway lights fade while credits roll
We're 24 frames reeling in time
developing pictures of our own design
24 frames a theater in mind with pictures in focus
We're 24 frames reeling in time
developing pictures of our own design
24 frames a theater in mind with pictures in focus
pictures in focus, a theater in mind,
developing pictures, with pictures in focus
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Class
04:28
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You're always judge and jury about the clothes I wear
this time you're the one on trial
so high on your fashion of trying to make me feel small
my verdict's in, you've got no class at all
Piled higher and deeper, you give me the third degree
It's time I teach you a thing or two
You think you know everything, get ready for the fall
I've learned my lesson, you've got no class at all
21 for you, 21 for me
a level playing field when earth suits come undone
no red carpet entrance for arrival at the gate
when earth suits come undone
minus 6 for you is minus 6 for me
a level playing field when earth suits come undone
no first or last for business at the gate
21 for you is 21 for me
Mirrored room opinions from penthouse views
take a look around on the ground floor
Mirrored room opinions from your penthouse views
take a look around on the ground floor
take a look around on the ground floor
take a look around on the ground floor
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Binary Code
04:22
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Through contact devices, the loneliness we've found.
Closing of the distance, a departure from common ground.
Behind bars the liquid courage numbs the soul, where ones and zeros meet to fill in the holes.
Zero and one become one only lovers know.
Analog life in binary code.
Isolation super-highway, streaming sixty-cycle hum. Birds chained in the heavens transmit the void to everyone.
Encrypted forms line the potters field and canvas the virtual in search of something real.
Terminal condition, a connection of lost souls.
Analog lives in binary code.
And I'll read between the lines. Interpret the meaning.
Break the code of your design, because seeing is believing.
Finger the pages of your mind, and forge a reply.
Sense all you feel inside.
A vacuum reaction of communities offline, where ones and zeros meet to fill up the time, and drown the emptiness only lovers know.
Analog times in binary code.
Through contact devices, the loneliness we've found.
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When You Go
04:10
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Love all you can don't hesitate
savor each moment no matter how great
I know you've heard and I'm sure you know
you can't take it with you when you go
We steal beg borrow and try to own
but life isn't measured by weight
Save it now and the numbers may grow
but you can't take it with you when you go
I'll meet you at the end of the line
and finally lay to rest
No baggage needed for the this new trip
and we're all set to go, yes, we're all set to go
We're all dealt a hand, but we make our own fate
life takes shape through the choices we make
cash in your chips at the end of the show
but you can't take them with you when you go
you can't take them with you when you go
I'll meet you at the end of the line
and finally lay to rest
No baggage needed for the this new trip
and we're all set to go, yes, we're all scheduled to go
yes, we're all scheduled to go
I'm sure you've heard and by now you know
you can't take it with you when you go
I'm sure you've heard and by now you know
you can't take it with you when you go
you can't take it with you when you go
you can't take it with you when you go
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Lucien LaMotte Seattle, Washington
Lucien LaMotte is a composer/songwriter, guitarist and instructor residing in Seattle. When writing music Lucien draws from a wide variety of experience to create his art. As a guitarist, Lucien has performed and recorded music spanning many genres including folk, jazz, rock, country, R&B, and classical music. ... more
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