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1. |
Wishbone
03:39
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CHORUS:
Wishbone, wishbone, hang on tight
As though it were enchanted
For when it finally snaps in two
Only one wish will be granted
The other person stands alone
With broken dreams to face
Far better if that bone were never
Touched in the first place
Facing down the paragon,
But I don't wish take it
Regardless of obsession,
I have no desire to break it
Oh, wise king, don't divide the babe
Just give it to my rival
For I would rather lose it
For the sake of its survival (CHORUS)
They ask me why I hang my head
Like I lost my best friend?
For don't I know that all bones
Turn to ashes in the end?
I am a fractured fairytale
A slave to superstition
Can broken bones be reconciled
By breaking a tradition? (CHORUS)
Outro:
Star of wonder, star of light
Will I someday get it right?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Can I be redeemed at all?
Narcissism to self-loathing
Goes the frog in prince's clothing
Would I go through this again?
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.
Captive maiden, let down your hair
For I choose neither truth nor dare
The old lady looked me in the eye
Said, "Don't swallow that spider to catch the fly."
Distant warning, red alert
All things one day cease to hurt
For one reason or another
Silly goose, go ask your mother
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2. |
Rapid Heart Movement
03:33
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Wild-awake in dreaming-time
A secret meeting of the minds
Far beyond a dream impending
Thought and memory entwine
Truth to spawn imagination
Dwelling deep in fantasy
Diving headlong into danger
White-hot, searing ecstasy
Border between bliss and torment
Passion licks its swollen lips
Biting, tearing through a fever
Clenched in paroxysmal grip
Dewdrop petals parting, morning
Glory on its eager tongue
Madly jumping in the throat
The pulse of its delirium
Flesh is screaming for indulgence
While the mind is screaming ‘cease,’
Panting, ever begs the question
Does the heartbeat still increase?
Earth and heaven struggle fiercely
Only mortals left undone
Wrestle with an angel and your
Transformation has begun
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Click
03:41
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I looked in the glass this morning
And I saw that I was smiling
Almost didn’t recognize myself
So foreign was my tone
Love had stared me in the eye
Like some prehistoric creature
That I never knew existed
I had only seen its bones
CHORUS:
Because we click
Through thin and thick, absurd and sick
So in love, it just might be a crime
So take your pick
A luscious life of trading licks
And we’ll live sappy ever after for all time
Because we click
When all hope is waning
Is when thoughts are entertaining
And the gem cast to the shadows
Is the seeker’s priceless find
If we are indeed discordant
I say it’s not important
For my cup, it overflows
And blessed be the tie that binds (CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
Spin rings into orbit
And chase a golden comet
Where the moon is all yours to explore
I will make you see stars
I will feed you a rainbow
You will quench your thirst on me forevermore
Between the push of gratitude
And pull of disbelief
I am suspended in midair
And I don’t know which way to go
For levity becomes you
And my senses take leave of me
My fever runs so high
I am consumed by vertigo (CHORUS)
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4. |
Join My Misborn
03:51
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5. |
Interfere
02:39
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I was born to interfere
A hero’s tale dethroned
A maelstrom knocking fences down
To pastures not my own
A crow that robs a songbird’s nest
Does not cry out in sleep
And some subversive spectacle
Is how I earn my keep
Know I would do anything
To put to rest your fear
Even if it means to disappear…
I am not the girl next door
But no need for alarm
I’m just a simple heretic
Who wants to do no harm
All I want is clemency
Or else some peace of mind
Can I mute the anguish
Of the blameless flying blind?
My mind will not go crazy
And my body will not die
I am the drug you said you’d never try…
I would challenge madmen’s lies
That rise up like a flood
I would risk my sanity
And purity of blood
With one eye on the hourglass
The other sheds a tear
I can’t contain repentance
Exit solace, enter fear
The truth that still entraps you
The chains that set you free
The poison that might save you, and there’s me…
I was born to interfere…
I was born to interfere...
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6. |
Black Swan Rising
04:08
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I see a black swan rising
While around me fiends disguising
False prophets proselytizing
Revelations realizing
Run with the dog men and leave your mark
Walk with the wounded and send forth your spark
Work on the Sabbath and turn no stone
Cast out your demons and need not atone
STOIC WAKING, LIVELY DREAMS
LIFE'S NO LONGER WHAT IT SEEMS...
Swan bows his head in grieving
Redemption soon receiving
While shadows fall, deceiving
And minds still unbelieving
Shamelessly honor your craving for doom
Soothe a companion, or temper a room
Throw off the shackles of hatred and need
Sacrifice slumber that seraphs succeed
STOIC WAKING, LIVELY DREAMS
LIFE'S NO LONGER WHAT IT SEEMS...
Black wings strongly beating
The air around me heating
Catch the moment fleeting
The barest tender greeting
Sing to the cygnets that dwell in the nest
Forge a great fortress for those you love best
Rise from the water and teach them the game
Show them the strength they may need for the same
STOIC WAKING, LIVELY DREAMS
LIFE'S NO LONGER WHAT IT SEEMS...
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7. |
Curtain
03:28
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Lights dim, curtain rise
There can be no compromise
All weakness I forswear
I will be no less prepared
Well, I know I will stand and deliver
Waiting in the wings for my cue
Taboo
My love for you
This mask of comedy
Conceals my fantasy
Of how life would be if you were mine
Your presence my anodyne
Well, it’s hard to imagine an outcome
That carries no crisis in tow
I know
On with the show
My thoughts reprehensible
And I’m trying to be sensible
Consumed by your radiance
So afraid of the consequence
Well, I hope for as long as we have it
That someday we can have it all
Enthrall
Curtain fall
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CHORUS:
Oh, poor Ignatius Reilly in his great green hunting cap,
You can't mistake his trademark headpiece pulled down at the flaps
For it's in the heart of New Orleans
The setting of egregious scenes
That are all caused by one Ignatius Reilly
Superbly ill-adjusted to the Crescent City's mores
And pompously he denigrates debauchery and whores
Opposed to every form of sex
But sometimes dreams of his late dog Rex
And a great dilemma tears at I. J. Reilly (CHORUS)
There's no employer who meets his gargantuan demands
In factories and weenie vending he wins no new fans
For each attempt at mutiny
Is met with sad hilarity
It's the fault of no one, save that madman Reilly (CHORUS)
Bridge:
Mendacious! Rapacious! Pugnacious! Ignatius!
Audacious! Loquacious! Good gracious! Ignatius!
To leave New Orleans makes him ill, don't get him on a bus
Upsetting him in any way just might make him combust
Theatrical and paranoid
That troubled valve he can't avoid
What a hypochondriac is Mister Reilly (CHORUS)
Strippers, cops, and ne'er-do-wells get caught up in his drama
Party hosts and pinup bigots likewise meet their trauma
So many players intertwined
By one unwitting mastermind
Oh, the scheming, slovenly buffoon is Reilly (CHORUS)
Now our Big Easy prides itself upon its many quirks
It often shrugs good-naturedly when systems go berzerk
And it's on Canal Street you can see
Where the D.H. Holmes clock used to be
Immortalized in bronze: Ignatius Reilly (CHORUS)
(Bridge redux)
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9. |
The Seahorse
02:49
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10. |
Snow and Ice
04:41
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Standing on a frozen lake
Gotta make your way somehow
You don't know how you got here
Too late to turn back now
It's the risk all people take
Temporary paradise
But nothing golden stays
Now the world is snow and ice
Snow and ice…snow and ice…
Don't ever get too comfortable
For your senses are confined
One foot, then the other
Watch your step, don't look behind
Don't want a grand adventure
Don't want to pay the price
True colors never shine through
In a world of snow and ice
Snow and ice…snow and ice...
A tender ray of sunshine
Cracks the ice beneath your feet
Somehow this winter wonderland
No longer seems so sweet
So tired of this existence
Every step must be precise
Is survival really worth it?
Must a life be snow and ice?
Snow and ice…snow and ice...
Bridge:
I will cut off tender weakness
And the heat I radiate
I won't light a single candle
As a way to insulate
No more will flow the wellspring
It will harden to my fate
Survival of the coldest-hearted
I will cloak myself in hate
Can't tell how think the surface
Can't predict the dice
Wanna just lie down and go to sleep
Amid the snow and ice...
Snow and ice…snow and ice...
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11. |
Fool's Lullabye
03:36
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Tell me a story
And I’ll sing you a lullabye
And we’ll get through this madness, you and I
When life is epic trial
Dreams are a quest for paradise
For if it didn’t hurt, then none of us would try
Drink of the dew
Dreams will ensue
Nightmares in shining armor can’t touch you
Bring me some willow
For the fire in my head
For the cards still mock the solace that I crave
But even still I play with fire
For the only truth I know
Are the shadow pictures dancing in this cave
This world of thieves
As each believes
Fealty, thy name is fool; none deceives
Bridge:
Give me that old-time indecision
With a bright and shining scheme
And you’ve got a basic outline of my plight
Oh, sweet soul who makes the myth
Makes the legend, makes the dream
Please draw the beast within me out tonight
The divine pursuit of bliss
In the company of fools
Would be nothing less than some idyllic scene
Where youth is wasted on the young
And wisdom wasted on the old
And you and I are nestled somewhere in between
Harp strikes a chord
Fool is adored
Still mighty is the pen that draws the sword
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12. |
Phree Bürd
02:57
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Did you really hope to hear what you were wailing?
Did you even want the song that you’re requesting?
I will hand this to you on a silver platter
Though I suspect that you may have been jesting
My patience testing
Your presence pesting… Oh…
CHORUS:
You’re a superficial bastard with no legs on which to stand
You’re a lonely histrionic, you’re the scourge of every band
You’re a parrot of pop culture, you’re an insult to the south
This night would have been better if you’d only shut your mouth
So since you’ve got my total, rapt attention
And assuming that your sentiments aren’t real
Since it’s much too late to ask for you to leave now
You and I, come on, let’s make a deal
I’ll please the folks
You tell better jokes… Oh… (CHORUS)
Now it’s not in my nature to be snarky
And to the great ones, I mean no offense
There are birds who paved the way for modern players
But let’s bring your humor to the present tense
That joke’s been made before
That song’s been played before… Oh… (CHORUS)
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Beth Patterson New Orleans, Louisiana
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Beth Patterson -
a Louisiana player of the Irish bouzouki who easily crosses genre boundaries ranging from Irish to Cajun to Metal. She has performed in 18 countries across the Americas, Europe, Oceania & Asia. She has 7 solo albums & appearances on over 170 albums, soundtracks, videos, commercials & voice-overs.
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