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Fantasies
05:26
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Fantasies are easy, almost like a womb
When people make you queasy and storm out of the room
On screens and off the pages, memories and smiles
They come to tide you over, and please you for awhile
I dream of you after we’re through
I think of her the way we were
And what might be with those I see
And want to know but don’t say so
Fantasies are easy, even as I drive
When I think about you I’m glad that I’m alive
I think perhaps you often dream all day of me
But you keep me a secret as I act blind but see
As I act casually
I dreamed of you after we're through
I dreamed of her the way we were
And what might be with those I see
And want to know but I don't say so
I dreamed of you, you never knew
I thought of her wrapped up in fur
And what could be with those I see
I look them in the eye as I pass them by
I look them in the eye, another passerby
Fantasies are easy, almost like a womb
When people make you queasy and storm out of the room
On screens and off of pages, memories and smiles
They come to tide you over and please you for awhile
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2. |
Mannequin
03:23
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You look like my ex
Look out you could be next
Cuz I want what’s in store
To be like what came before
Have you seen Vertigo?
You know how that one goes
I like your clothes and style of hair
I’ve got a rear view mirror stare
I like your clothes and style of hair
I’ve got a rear view mirror stare
From my head onto you
A mannequin I try to use
Some difference helps me to move on
But not too much, then I’d be gone
Be gone, be gone, be gone
So who do I seem like to you?
Was there a guy back in high school
Who did you wrong, you wanted right
I can’t be me, try if I might
I can’t be me, try if I might
From in your head out onto me
A mannequin dressed up to be
Somehow the same, and yet not quite
So who am I to you tonight?
A dress a shirt a yellow tie
A bracelet that can make me cry
We know the tools, we know the trade
We know ourselves and why we stayed
But we don’t really know each other
Well, at least not at this stage
Cuz we don’t want to turn the page
No we don't wanna turn the page...
From in our heads out to be seen
Two mannequins two waking dreams
Two parlor games at the same time:
You play your role, and I’ll play mine
You play your role, and I'll play mine
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3. |
Here in a Darkroom
05:02
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The shutter and the click came on really quick
I loved you at first sight, no one put up a fight
The negative exposed a wolf inside sheep’s clothes
A wolf inside sheep’s clothes...
Developed over time
Hung out to dry on the line
Developed over time
Hung out to dry on the line
Here in a darkroom up the pulses go
Because the lens went zoom, now the closeup shows
Here in a darkroom we are both exposed
True love will not care whom may blush at what it shows
It can be a real surprise as shapes emerge to eyes
The smell gets on our hands, we start to understand
Who am I? What do you bring from all that you’ve been through?
Bring from all that you've been through...
If the picture finds a frame
Would the problems then be tamed?
If the picture finds a frame
Would the problems then be tamed?
Here in a darkroom, as every shutter knows
Because the lens went zoom, now the close up shows
But here in a darkroom, oh, red the safelight glows
So as the lens goes zoom two emperors disrobe
Two emperors disrobe
No, don’t cry if the print takes a wrong turn
It can be fixed if we dodge and burn
No, don’t cry if the print takes a wrong turn
It can be fixed if we dodge and burn
The shutter and the click came on really quick
I loved you at first sight, no one put up a fight
The negative exposed a wolf inside sheep’s clothes
A wolf inside sheep’s clothes...
Developed over time
Hung out to dry on the line
Developed over time
Hung out to dry on the line
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4. |
Change
04:39
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I guess it's really true, it sinks in over time
It's not just some idea that the Buddha had in mind
Remember as one sunny day a sweet cabdriver said
You never really know, so let's take a guess instead
We strike a deal
We pitch a tent
But change won't ask
For our consent
We barter and
We make a trade
As change jumps in
The bed we made
Another day, another choice
A consequence of a tone of voice
The slightest shift, the biggest splash
A mood can lift, a whip can lash
A whip can lash
Oh, a whip can lash
We strike a deal
We pitch a tent
But change won't ask
For our consent
The best laid plans
One soon amends
Change will not
Allow you just to pretend
Won't let you pretend
Won't let you pretend
So if it's really true, how does one spend the time?
To let the truth shine through, or to hide between the lines
Get on the horse, grab the reigns
Go for a ride on rough terrain
Make a deal, pay your rent
Confront a difficult parent
A change of plans pays dividends
Learn to let go, make change a friend
Make a change a friend
Let's make change a friend
Let's make change a friend
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5. |
You Give Me Things
04:17
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You’re such a shady hedge fund
You'll use any means beneath the sun
You’re like a credit default swap
That the feds refuse to stop
You raise my GDP
To what end I cannot see
I’m richer now for sure
But such wealth makes me feel poor
You give me things
But not much love
No you were not
What I dreamed of
You give me things
I don’t want to have
I would not say
You’re my better half
Once a new law
Led us to merge
But then our stock
Became a dirge
An S&L bailout, a peso rescue
Would not change my mind
You know that we’re through
You gave me things
But not much love
No you were not
What I dreamed of
You gave me things
I did not want to have
No I would not say
You were my better half
An abundance of waste
Leaves a bitter aftertaste
I’ll reach for the mouthwash
And think of time I lost
I’ll be richer in the end
To lose a costly kind of friend
Now I am my own reward
The chairman of my reserved board
Now I'm my own reward
The chairman of my reserved board
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6. |
Don't Google Me
04:54
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Don't Google me, cuz what they say
Just doesn't match the me today
A changed young man - at least I hope
A strange suntan you periscope
I rolled off assembly lines
Reduced replaced old power lines
I can be modified
By strange events and hazel eyes
Don’t call my ex or take a poll
Of other flames and shoulders cold
Or if you do, give me a chance
To share my side and change my stance
I rattle off a thought or two
But in my eyes you can see its true
I can be a nice surprise
A present tense, a knot untied
A knot untied
I google you, I want to know
The history of what’s in tow
But since I ask, don’t rush to judge
I do not bear your past a grudge
I ride off away with you
As you become somewhat renewed
As I in turn was modified
By strange events and hazel eyes
By strange events and hazel eyes
Hazel eyes, hazel eyes, hazel eyes
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7. |
Let's Make a Memory
03:11
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All the plants in your window
The quilt across your bed
All the rings on your fingers
The thoughts inside your head
All the shirts in your closet
And glasses for your wine
All your friends and your family
Don’t tell me you’re mine
I don’t own you
I don’t want to
But I know you
And I want to
Share some hours
And waste your time
Let’s make a memory
That’s yours and mine
That's yours and mine
I don’t bring flowers
I don’t cast spells
A balloon ride
Would make me unwell
Boxes of chocolates
Are so passé
I don’t need a nose ring
To make you stay
I don’t own you
I don’t want to
But I know you
And yes I want to
Share some hours
And waste your time
Let’s make a memory
That’s yours and mine
That's yours and mine
That's yours and mine
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8. |
Don't Be an Angel
04:12
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A halo at the start, an agenda at the end
A flutter of the heart turns us into friends
We started like perfume, but now we fill the air
Up with smoke in plumes, a factory on a tear
Don't be an angel, that's not real
Just say you love me if that's how you feel
Don't be an angel, or even try
Just say you love me, don't say goodbye
A halo can be cute, but not much help to me
I'm down here in the trenches, I'm on my hands and knees
No don't throw that sparkle up into my eyes
I don't want what I see to be reified
Don't be an angel, that's not real
Just say you love me if that's how you feel
Don't be an angel, or even try
Just say you love me, don't say goodbye
A circle of gold is just a remote soul
Come a little closer and let the truth unfold
We saw from the start, but didn't really know
Time revealed our hearts, what we want begins to show
Because an angel is hard to see
Quite hard to hold, and dull to be
I need a friend, I want some love
Come give me the push that I dreamed of
Come give me the push, it's you I'm thinking of
Give me a push, and I will shove
Don't be an angel, cuz that's not real
Just say you love me if that's how you feel
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9. |
Kick Drum
04:28
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To be used as, to be used for
That's why I knock upon your door
For love or wealth or martyrdom
In your trap kit, I'm the kick drum
Your foot swings I make a sound
I'm nice and big, empty and round
Your foot swings in perfect time
A backbeat rings inside my mind
A backbeat rings inside my mind
Deep down where my true heart hid
I bang on pots and pans, but you keep on the lid
It's always about me, but not what I want
A trap set by your snare, a hi-hat that you flaunt
A hi hat that you flaunt
Your foot swings, I make a sound
I'm nice and big to have around
Your foot swings in perfect time
A backbeat rings, stuck in my mind, oh
A backbeat rings, stuck in my mind, oh
Go get yourself an 808
Or sample an old jazz drum break
It's not that I don't like to play
But just not in a programmed way, yay
But just not in a programmed way
Like a picture in a locket
A high chair for a kid
A picture in a frame
A pot beneath a lid
You hold the drum key
You tune me to a note
I match up with a bass
Just to float your boat
I was used as
And often for
When once I knocked
On the wrong door
Do you want my love
Or just my martyrdom?
Go get your trap kit...
A brand new kick drum
A brand new kick drum
A brand new kick drum
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10. |
The Bottom Line
04:54
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Invest in me, I will return
Don’t overdraft, you might get burned
The more we save and squirrel away
No bear can wreck what our bull made
The market flows, up and down
But over time, more smiles than frowns
You love me so some hate is fine
You know I really love you
That’s the bottom line
You know I really love you
That's the bottom line
It’s not a shell game, the books aren’t fixed
Numbers in columns that I - I did not twist
The income is real, the cash is on hand
With gold to back it up, I supply your demands
The market flows up and down
But over time more smiles than frowns
You love me so some hate is fine
You know I really love you
And that’s the bottom line
You know I really love you
That's the bottom line
You know I really love you...
That's the bottom line
Exercise stock options, check out interest rates
I know you’ll come back to me like a rebate
I am solid like a US government bond
Maybe today you left but you’re not really gone
You're not really gone
Invest in me, I will return
Don't overdraft - you might get burned
The more we save, and squirrel away
No bear can wreck what our bull made
No bear can wreck what our bull made
The market flows up and down
But over time, more smiles than frowns
You say you love me, so some hate is fine
You know I really love you
And that’s the bottom line
You know I really love you
That's the bottom line
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11. |
Métro
04:50
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I seem to think that I recall
From Réaumur-Sébastopol
We sped away to Odéon
Where it seems I, I led you on
I led you on...
You buried me with sweet malaise
Inside the gates of Père Lachaise
But as we came to Les Halles
The sign foretold, we missed the call
We missed the call
It told us we should stop
That we should descend
And change lines at this stop
Or waste more time again
Yeah we missed our stop
Forgot to descend
The turnstiles that we hopped
Shake their heads -
Well they shake their heads again
Yes I detetcted you were bored
One day outside the Gare du Nord
But still we went down to the quay
And the train took us away
We popped right on out at the Louvre
The pyramid permits my move
I hold you and say what I want
A picnic up at Buttes Chaumont
It said that we should stop
That we should descend
And change lines at this stop
Or waste more time again
Yeah we missed our stop
Forgot to descend
The turnstiles that we hopped
Shake their heads again
Shake their heads again
I pause to think as I recall
At Réaumur-Sébastopol
We sped away to Odéon
Our love became a cover song
A shadow we caught like a thief
As we looked back at Botzaris
But now I’ll step off at Les Halles
With someone new and miss your call
It said that we should stop
Said we should descend
And change lines at this stop
And waste no more time again
I didn't miss my stop
This time I did descend
The turnstiles that we hopped
They shake my hand and grin
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John Davis & The Cicadas Durham, North Carolina
John Davis is a musician who works solo, with Folk Implosion, with a backing band called the Cicadas, and with Dennis Callaci. He also works on defending and transforming public education as a teacher - organizer with the Durham Association of Educators. ... more
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