1. |
Bellybuttonless Boy
04:24
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Bellybuttonless Boy
I wasn’t really born
Was I taken from the very ground I work?
Or from the sky above?
My mom and dad are not around to ask
In the middle of any stomach
there’s a trace of days in womb
In the middle of any stomach,
except for mine
Take a look, it’s true:
I’m Adam too
I’m Adam too
I’ve been tempted to feel wise
but I can’t know
how this dust was turned to death
and why there’s so much love to do
Some umbilical accord
brings love to you
bellybuttonless boy
love to you
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2. |
Margaret Fell
01:58
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Margaret Fell
I built a bridge
under a parking lot
but I was busy not to see
No, that’s not true,
fact is I’s hypnotized
by a skeleton of me
Oh, Margaret,
won’t you forbid me
from saying only words that please?
I was in the world,
without the world,
full of memories of sleep
making all kinds
of promises
I had to lie to keep
Oh, Margaret!
I know, I can’t help it
So, if I’m loving only when in need,
won’t you forbid me
from love?
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3. |
Misery Moon
02:58
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Misery Moon
I’m not some open door.
If thought walks through me,
I just might ask it to come no more.
With many minor chords,
some open sores and whiney voice,
I’ll fight the misery moon.
I will find the light and fight
the misery moon.
I will talk, will you listen?
“When I met Ms. Magnuson,
she liked her babies dead and,
even in the afternoon,
you could find her howling at a misery moon.
She would talk, would I listen?
I would hold her up
to the worst of her wisdom.
With swans,
without plates,
in the graveyards we ate.
We thought that moon our dawn.
We left each other
on the border of a Satie tune
Then, crashing down to earth,
there came the misery moon.”
Talk.
Listen.
Piss and make up!
Well, my heart
can be easily won
with flowers,
with chocolates,
I’m like anyone else.
I’m the mountaineer
of this moment.
And I’ve said it heard before,
but I don’t think that I want
to say it heard no more.
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4. |
Work Of Artlessness
03:03
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Work Of Artlessness
My kind of work
is to be worked on.
My time to work
is time out of my mind -
it’s like dying.
Not every leaf
leaves its tree,
but some learn to walk
and others to snap off
and not drop.
Even walls are bound
by ceilings and ground.
Time will not allow
cemetery bows.
Better take them now!
Now!
Now!
My kind of work:
to be worked on.
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5. |
Over The Edge
02:47
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Over The Edge (words & music: F. Cole)
Innocence, yeah, we got no choices
We are the victims of a thousand voices
They say we're bad cuz we do what we do
They don't know the way I feel about you
Every day there's a dark stranger
Trying to lead us into danger
I don't know what I'm gonna do
They don't know what I'm going through
I’m over the edge
I look at you and your eyes are on fire
We both know we're going down to the wire
Touch me baby and I feel like thunder
We are the modern world from down under
Every day there's a dark stranger
Trying to lead us into danger
I don't know what I'm gonna do
They don't know what I'm going through
I’m over the edge
I looked at you for the very first time
You're like a river running through my mind
They say we're young, we don't know what we do
But I can't make it if I can't have you
And every day there's a dark stranger
Who tries to lead us into danger
I don't know what I'm gonna do
They don't know what I'm going through
I'm over the edge
I'm over the edge
Over the edge
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6. |
George Fox
04:49
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George Fox (words & music: anonymous, arrangement: J. Panic)
There’s a light that is shining in the heart of a man
It’s the light that was shining since the world began
There’s a light that is shining in the Turk and the Jew
And a light that is shining, friend, in me and you
With a book and a steeple and a lock and a key
They would bind it forever, but they can’t, said he
For the book will perish and the steeple will fall
But the light will be shining at the end of it all
Walk in the light, wherever you may be
Walk in the light, wherever you may be
In my old leather breeches and my shaggy, shaggy locks
I am walking in the glory of the light, said Fox
“If you give you a pistol will you fight for the Lord?”
“No, you can’t kill the devil with a gun or a sword.”
“Will you swear on the bible?”
“I will not” said he “for the truth is more holy than the book to me.”
Walk in the light, wherever you may be
Walk in the light, wherever you may be
In my old leather breeches and my shaggy, shaggy locks
I am walking in the glory of the light, said Fox
There’s an ocean of darkness and I come through the night
‘Til I swim past this darkness to the ocean of light
The light that’s forever and the light that is free
And I walk with Thee
Walk in the light, wherever you may be
Walk in the light, wherever you may be
In my old leather breeches and my shaggy, shaggy locks
I am walking in the glory of the light
I am walking in the glory of the light
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June Panic Vienna, Austria
June Panic is a singer-songwriter from Grand Forks, North Dakota, currently residing in Vienna, Austria.
Since 1990, he has
recorded 13 solo albums of indie pop/folk/punk songs in addition to records with the bands Free Jesse and June Panic's Wife.
June's 7th album, Glory Hole, was the first release of the indie label Secretly Canadian.
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