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They're Watching
02:41
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THEY'RE WATCHING
They're watching now, they're watching now
They're watching now, they're watching now
When you were younger
And the ways of the world were new to you
Fat old man up North
Was contemplating everything you do
Must have creeped you out to know
You were starring in a constant show
No pressure now, no pressure now
Can't stop 'em now, they see somehow
Many years later
Find you squarely in the field of view
Of supernatural beings
Like shepherds in the fold transfixed by you
Does it bother you to know
You are being watched from above and below?
Do you ever wonder if long after they're dead
People can see us and look inside our head?
They're watching now, they're watching now
They're watching now, they're watching now
Every girl woman man and boy...they're watching now
No need to be paranoid...but they're watching now
Optical technology
Continues to improve most every day
Someday I wonder
Could we turn the lens the other way?
And the watchers out there watching you
They won't have a clue
That you'll be watching them too
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YOUR FRIEND FROM CINCINNATI
So you wanna throw your coloring book away
Nothing there of interest today
Listening as the stack of printer paper is calling
A sea of white that shouts 'Come on come on come out and play'
Spilling out the crayons on the floor
Wondering what burnt sienna's for
All the world around an open door for you
To blindly stumble through
How is your friend from Cincinnati
Call me next time your feelin' bratty
And I will blow off work tomorrow waste away the day
And we'll make paper airplanes til the sadness slips away
So you wanna grow up one fine day
I say okay whatever you say
Wanna gain a life in an ant farm dressed in gray
And lose a brand new thrill for every star among the Milky Way?
Don't believe I met your friend before
It doesn't hang together anymore
Then again I got a thing or four
That you...would not believe are true
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Traveler Stopping By
05:46
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TRAVELER STOPPING BY
Sunlight filters through the stained glass windows
Father turns to light the candle
Twenty cents worth of paraffin goes up in smoke
To a tune by Handel
Meanwhile, wondering what the fuss is all about
Out here in the peace and quiet
I will never hear another car alarm where I have gone
Take this tie and untie it
I was just a traveler stopping by
Wondering if the mess I found was equal to the one I left behind
All those scenes I acted out less than perfectly
Wish I could have replayed 'em
And the fifteen hundred animals I ate
Don't believe I repaid 'em
Me and all the winged souls I've come to know out here
Can't help you now... but hope we made some changes
Surely as the stars come out beyond a doubt we all amount to much more
Than a horde of angels
I was just a traveler stopping by
Wondering if the mess I found was equal to the one I left behind
And I've got time
A year a day a century it's all the same to me
I'll watch the clouds go by forevermore
And hurt for sleep nevermore
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The Old Man in the Woods
03:58
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THE OLD MAN IN THE WOODS
On a cold November day
In my pocket six months pay
The old man in the woods I went to find
Comin' down from Lake Bakahr
Seeking wisdom from afar
Enlighten me if you can spare the time
Sit a while my friend
Sit a while with me an hour spend
Sit a while my new young friend
And the sun was going down
Flinging shadows 'cross the ground
And a fire warmed his home beneath the trees
Sit and listen if you will
And my wisdom I'll distill
But first good sir, the money if you please
Sit a while my friend
Sit a while with me an hour spend
Sit a while my new young friend
Sit a while and you'll learn:
In the heart of everyone a fierce desire burns
To see the way through the haze
And so the truth discern
And if you steer a man away from the trail of self deception
Surely he'll give the world to you
And cast away all preconception
Never saw the old man again
Nor the gold that left my hand
Nor the woods where the interstate now goes through
And it's long since dawned on me
A wise man's philosophy
Is not worth the ancient teeth it flows through
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Instrumental
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A Thousand Million Years
05:12
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A THOUSAND MILLION YEARS
Me and you we've both got a one track mind
Mine it jumps the track from time to time
And somehow I got to thinking late the other night
Lovers go back longer than candle light
Long before Sinatra, long before there was wine
Cells divided far below the muck and brine
Then once on an ancient moonlit night two creatures intertwined
Nevermore to look back on the ways they left behind
A thousand million years in the making
Finer than any feast laid out for a king
Some say there's a plan to all this madness
Some say what kind of madman could have planned this
You're a most enchanting creature by design
It's a process that's been in motion quite some time
A thousand million years have taught you how to fuel the flame
A thousand million years and I still want to play your game
A thousand million years in the making
Finer than any feast laid out for a king
Some say there's a plan to all this madness
What primitive cell could have foreseen this end to the drabness
A thousand million years in the making
Scientists don't foresee the trend soon breaking
Some say there's a plan to all this madness
Some say what kind of madman could have planned this
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