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Death Pasture
02:03
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Happy Home
02:05
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There's a place I know, it has a home
Filled with small furry things
That rub against your feet
When you're feeling bored there's not so far to go
Little creatures in the trees
Look and laugh without a care
Don't have very far to go
Feel it right down in my bones
There's a happy home out there
Watch while I fade away
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Occupy Space
01:00
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Oil-pressed, badgering pin-cushion town
His words are all wrong b/c he wrote 'em all down
Wrinkled and rustled and led to the drink
Brains ain't worth shit if you use them to think
It's know b/c the Good Book is telling him so
Long drives home stoned w/nowhere to go
Now there's flames in the Godhead seat
And tricks passed off as impossible feats
Occupy space while biding his time
Until all is released in a deluge
Not so many here just only a few
Burn through metal, run close to the bone
Hanging around until he's told to go home
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Paper Skullz
01:37
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When the flashing eyes are pulled
Out from paper skulls
With dust-hole shoes broken down
This is the only way
Level everything just to spite yourself
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Blue Toon (Future Lies)
01:40
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You say "sky"
But I know why you don't try
It's alright, you don't care
Blue toon afternoon, it's alright
Don't cry, it's alright
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6. |
Gurudeva
01:12
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Tadadrastuasvarupeavastyanam
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7. |
Few
01:06
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Hello my friend, what do you got for me?
Sheer destruction isn't all that it seems
Let's go outside and take in the brand new day
Don't say a thing it'd just get in the way
Why don't we just fly away?
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Garden Hose
00:46
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Helper Monkey
01:13
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Didn't know just what it means
Finger pointed to the floor
Dead-eyed washing rag is gone
Aimed at Heaven in the sky
Did you let them know just how
You burned your mind out in the flames?
Well I guess we'll leave tonight
Pack your bags and all your things
There's a light in the sky tonight
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10. |
Mean Machine
01:51
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I knew a guy down the street
Lives in a little house
Got a black kitty cat
Named him Black Jack
Litter box smells of shit
Time to clean it out
Put the trash on the curb
And the garbage man picks it up
Got some milk in the fridge
Brought it home in the car
Picked it up at the store
Used a coupon for it
Eat a snack on the porch
put the dish in the sink
Time to watch some TV
Maybe the news is on
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Dematerialization
02:02
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Shattered to the core
Take that ship across the ocean
Up and over every obstacle
Skies at night can guide you
And hushed tones beset you then
A surgeon's hand inside your stomach
Give it all away for free
Let it fall down beside your feet
Longer longer longer still
Got the same old growing pains
Birth to life to death
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I only find within my bones
A taste for eating earth and stones
Din-din! We eat the air!
And rocks and coals and iron ore
We eat the rocks a beggar breaks
Stones from churches crumbling gates
Pebbles, children of the flood
Left to lie in the mud
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Mindless Apparatus
02:58
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Hazy dull overtones
Sleep it will never come easy again
People sit talking low
And outside my window I'm looking again
Just killing time
Our mouth are like windows
I'm breaking the glass
Senseless and shameless
A woman embraces a man in my eye
Caresses the back of his neck
While invisible shivers run down his spine
He's just killing time
Inside his head
Into his hands
Down to his feet
Nothing to say
And there's nowhere to go
And there's nothing to read
And there's nothing to speak
When you're just killing time
Watching the clock and you hope it will stop
Stop on a number that might be something better than you've been looking for
Don't know where to go
Don't know what to do
And then there's this thing...
The window still reflecting the hazy light
Back to my eye, back to my face, back to my brain
Clock is just moving the same
When you're just killing time
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14. |
Hello Morning
01:33
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Hello morning nice to see you again
Hello morning the night is gone
Hello morning nice to see you again
Soon we will part our ways
Hello morning nice to see you again
I need some inspiration today
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Beneath the Silver Hills
01:36
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Weighted souls shedding clothes
Just like falling leaves
The air is cracked the sky is red
Won't it ever leave?
Told him that it's just reward
What's left there for me?
Try to pull the shades inside
Hide the things I see
Where is the Golden Land?
Don't think it exists
Hiding under blackened trees
Don't think you exist
Leaving keys to open doors
A lock is useless there
Walking on and on and on
Just to get nowhere
Told him that it's just rewards
What's left there for me?
Calling out the holy word
That you'll never see
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Forget Me Not
02:16
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Now that the flames have all burnt out
It's time to take the long trip home
Release to merge with sun and sky
Liberation from the overthrown
Thinking about the things we used to say
I wish these memories would just release me
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17. |
Magical Bag of Candy
01:35
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Ram Das speaks
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Krakow 1939
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19. |
Sand in Your Shoes
01:47
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Look at the little baby walking
Look at the little baby talking
Too bad the sun's going to burn itself out
Look at that fast car driving
Look at the fast car going
Too bad it's going to crash and burn
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20. |
Shaded Trees
02:32
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Hey there soft-sell
Your ambient words are coming out all confused
Washed in flames at the corner store
Leave the money there on the counter
And walk back home
Down through shaded trees
No sun for these today, anyway
In the womb you lost your tail
Nothing there but smooth skin
You're out watching crashing planes
The rescuers are bathing in the flames
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Utilitarianism!
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22. |
Heartless Promise
04:01
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Futile spent and wasted
Struck down in its prime
This hole has reached the ocean
Leaving us behind
And yet I can't turn away
Rows of perfect houses
Love and happiness
Never need a reason
Not making any sense
And yet I can't turn away
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Reed Burnam Austin, Texas
Houston-born and raised, long-time resident of Austin, I've also passed time living in Southern California and Northern India. I write all kinds of songs in all kinds of styles about all kinds of things at all kinds of levels of listenability.
Reed Burnam recommends:
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UR 048: SANCTUARY
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