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Friends Becomes Flowers
03:14
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You think you know how things should be
I don't blame you
You think you can see things I can't see
I don't blame you
Follow a fool and go where a fool goes
High on a hill to a tree, where my life grows
Friends Become Flowers
Friends Become Flowers
You left a lot of things unsaid
I can't hear you
and everything you said is dead
I still can't hear you
Take it in stride, don't know what a fool knows
High on a hill is a tree, that's my life grows
Friends Become Flowers
Friends Become Flowers
The only thing between us is water
we don't get on like we could
there is a lake of reasons for leaving
you're standing on ground where no one else has stood
Follow a fool and go where a fool goes
High on a hill to a tree, that's my life grows
Friends Become Flowers
Friends Become Flowers
Friends Become Flowers
Friends Become Flowers
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Clouds
04:40
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Way up in the sky a marshmallow circus comes to town
Don't pass me by, big white lions and tigers and bears
But tell me where are the elephants and others
So I'm asking every cloud in the parade
Why unicorns and dodos can't be made
If it's really my matinee
Why don't the clouds do what I say?
Go back to my own room
And look out the window flat black trees are full in bloom
With aluminum foil leaves that cut the light medium and dark gray sky
And the cotton-puff animals continue to pass on by
Bye-bye-bye
I'm still asking each and every cloud I meet
Why this color scheme is oh so incomplete
If it truly is my fantasy
Why does my brain compete with me
So just push me, pull me, out of bed
Nothing ever goes as planned in this head-full of Jack's magic beans
Blossoms into a bush full of black and white dreams, black and white dreams
Ah this can't be the reason why I close my eyes
To watch this dreaming season grind to a halt
Then start back up again, up again
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3. |
Peter Pan Days
04:10
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It's raining inside again
Setting out to sea without a boat
Keeping all my dreams tucked under my coat
With a lump down in my throat
Got a short note from a long lost friend
Now I'm taking one more chance
Making one more plan
Tuning in the words from a mystery man with an hourglass in his hand
He said, "Oh you better change your way for these are still Peter Pan days
Stop wandering in an old man's maze, old man's maze."
But the clock plays an unending song
All day long
And it's hard to dance to the beat of that clock
So hard to walk
Such a fast paced walk
So hard to walk
Such a fast paced walk
And there's no time to talk, no time to talk
No time to talk talk talk about it
Oh you better change your way for these are still Peter Pan days
Stop wandering in an old man's maze, old man's maze
Look through the haze (don't hit the wall)
'Cause there's a sunset and some silhouettes
A girl I know I could never forget
Just fading away but wouldn't you get
Wendi doesn't come around anymore
Cause I got myself into this mess
Still I try but I don't know why
While I was dreaming, I seemed to forget
It's raining in here again
It's raining in here again
It's raining in here again
But the young at heart can always find the rainbow's end
It's raining in here again
But the young at heart can always find the rainbow's end
It's raining in here again
It's raining in here again
Raining, pouring
It's raining in here again
Raining, pouring
It's raining in here again
Raining, pouring
It's raining in here again
Raining, pouring
It's raining in here again
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4. |
Slower Train Of Thought
04:47
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All those tickets bought,
And all those destinations sought
And wasn't everything they taught so true
Funny though it seems even now the simplest means of communicating have fallen through
But I remember a day or so ago
The landscape was racing passed my window
And I was riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Rolling my head down the right track
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Upside down side upside down
Thanks for sticking with this clown
The circus is leaving town
But it's ok with me
Cause there are places and things I need to see
The only chance I'll ever get is taking this 15 minute trip
I remember, trying to go with the flow
And when it failed it was comforting to know
I could still go
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Rolling my head down the right track
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Just helps me realize
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Rolling down the right track
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
And it takes me there
And it's usually nowhere
It can be somewhere if I want it to be
Cause it's my train of thought and it's not built for speed
Keep on riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Rolling my head down the right track
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Just helps me realize
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
Riding on a Slower Train of Thought
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5. |
Coping with Change
03:15
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All around the world it's getting hard to see
The little things, the bigger things that come between you and me
And if the night is your answer to a daylong silent prayer
than a change will have to come
Jules is getting funky waiting out his match
He's standing and he's sitting
He says he can't relax
But I lent him an ear I even lent him a stone
But he casts it smashes it, smashes it, smashes it to the ground
Jules is speaking softly erupting into chatter
You wonder how he's feeling, you wonder does it matter
Well I've seem him go crazy, I've seen him falling down down
and he casts it, smashes it, casts it, smashes it, smashes it to the ground
All around the world it's getting dark to dark to see
The fastest things, the slower things that come between now and you
If the storm is your reply, if the storm is your reply
to Jules latest demand, well a change will have to come
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Every convention has to be questioned who's safe, and who's sorry
For every trespass that doesn't get mentioned why should we worry
Simian behavior is all the rage it gets us off the street, back into our cage
We wear these suits and never act our age
That's your kingdom for you
The call of the wild is never articulate
That's your kingdom for you
The king of the jungle is usually full of shit
That's your kingdom for you
Now that's your kingdom for you
That's your kingdom for you
Tell us when we can expect some assistance open these eyes, lift up these hearts
When violence rules our thought, we'll lose through persistence
Then where can we start
Simian behavior is all the rage it gets us off the street, back into our cage
We wear these suits and never act our age
That's your kingdom for you
The call of the wild is never articulate
That's your kingdom for you
The king of the jungle is usually full of shit
That's your kingdom for you
The call of the wild is never articulate
That's your kingdom for you
Many have suffered for the antics of a few
Many will suffer for the antics of a few
Many have suffered for the antics of a few
Many will suffer for the antics of a few
Welcome to the zoo, welcome to the zoo
That's your kingdom for you
The call of the wild is never articulate
That's your kingdom for you
The king of the jungle is usually full of shit
That's your kingdom for you
The call of the wild is never articulate
That's your kingdom for you
That's your kingdom for you
The call of the wild is never articulate
That's your kingdom for you
The king of the jungle is usually full of shit
That's your kingdom for you
That's your kingdom for you
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7. |
Swimmingly
03:16
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My day goes by swimmingly
Hour after hour so swimmingly
I'm watching on TV
Listening to the phone
Talking to big dog when no one is at home
I walk around, I walk around swimmingly
And I watch the summer turn to fall swimmingly
Leaves start turning brighter
Falling from the sky
Wind that makes it cooler, wind is asking why
It's a big, big world
Some see no further than their feet
I watch the people congregate
Sunday morning
Black and lace to start their week
Yeah
It's a big, big world
Some see no further than their feet
It's a big, big world
And I walk around, I walk around
I walk, I walk, I walk around
Big, big world
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8. |
All Over You
03:13
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Serious as a heart attack about everything and yesterday was a big chest pain,
but today's okay and tomorrow leaves you so curious,
would you like to see all of what's behind all this
Stop and go and push and pull and hold on, let go
Hold on, get a tight grip on the monkey ring
If you could only ricochet between today and tomorrow, these words you could swallow
Barricade behind the recommended books and the media cooks up
Tasty things but your bird don't sing, cause it's winding up on your dinner plate
If you could only ricochet between today and yesterday, you could rebuild washed out bridges
This world you call a lifelong battlefield is not so real, can't you see
Life's a joke and you're not laughing
Everyone else just keeps on cracking up without you
On Saturday they'll light the fuse
But you'll be fooled because Sunday Cannons fire white confetti all over you
Thoughts explode to the steady beat of your heart in step right along in time with your pounding and you overplayed
Another crucial role for a critical spot on the totem pole
So you got knocked down and you broke your crown
Remember shit trickles down and some social clown will be squirting you in the face with a plastic daisy
If you could only break away from thinking every single day, you gotta aim high, shoot straight
And that popgun mouth of yours is bound to blow and
Big white flags will show you
Life's a joke and you're not laughing
Everyone else just keeps on cracking up without you
On Saturday, they'll light the fuse
But you'll be fooled because Sunday Cannons fire white confetti all over you
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9. |
Wake Up Tomorrow
06:02
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The whistle blows, somewhere nobody knows
The things you hear, when you're asleep
The windows close, down stairs the hall echoes
The shouts begin, inside the deep
Inside the deep
Now lights fall down, so soft they make no sound
A train is steaming, steaming down the track
And inside you flee, your victory
Freezes your dreaming, well don't look back
Until you wake up, tomorrow
Shake off the sorrow
Wake up, tomorrow
Your world's not hollow
Day to day, is getting in your way
Now the way that you live
Is just take, take and not give
But giving all , that is you
Yeah, that is you
The whistle blows, inside you know
The hour's getting much too late
Inside, inside, inside, inside, inside
And you'll find, you'll find, you'll find
What you need to survive
Cause you wake up, tomorrow
Shake off the sorrow
Wake up, tomorrow
Your world's not hollow
Wake up, tomorrow
Wake up, tomorrow
Your world's not hollow
Day to day, is getting in your way
Wake up, wake up tomorrow
Wake up
(All aboard, next stop … heaven 17)
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10. |
Happy Pie
04:08
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If I could dance and still be melancholy
Well you know I would
Yeah you know I would
I should try
But it's hard to move when you just sit still and you want to groove but you've lost the will oh well
What's a melancholy boy to do? And I know it's you I turn to at times but now's not one of them
I'm just being my own best friend and when you're good you're really good at
Listening first and then speaking but mind your own business now
I don't need your advice I pulled the phone out of the wall cause loneliness is just as nice
There's not a single sound bouncing off the walls around me
Around me
But if I could move I'd still be petrified about those things inside that hide and never come out until you least expect them yeah
Everything's okay if I dare say no I'm really alright so why can't this be my night to do those things
I never get a chance to do and I know it's you I turn to at times but now's not one of them
I'm just being my own best friend and when you're good you're really good
At listening first and then speaking but mind your own business now
I don't need advice I'm sleeping with myself tonight cause loneliness is just as nice
Yeah loneliness is just as nice
Loneliness is just as loneliness is just as nice
So please
Yeah I know it's just a little slice yeah of that happy pie we seldom taste in life
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11. |
Til I Looked Over, Over
04:21
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So it's not a dream, it's reality
that woke me from my lifelong, slumber
What time is it?, I ask you
Is it too late to get things done, I wonder
Should have seen me sleeping
Wall to wall in the air
Till I looked over
Till I looked over
Seeing through some fallout steps I crawled, I walked, I ran, I stumbled
Listening to your foreign words
Skating through these panes of glass I fumble
Did you see me sleeping
No, Wall to wall in the air
Till I looked over
Till I looked over
Yeah, till I looked over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
Till I looked over, over
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12. |
Ring Around The Roses
03:20
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Well hey, hey, hey, look at me
I'm a full-time scale not balancing out too well
Oh well,
Take a look at me
I'm an uncapped jar just spilling me out on you, all over you
Cop Dada da dip do yoo
Cop Dada da dip do yoo
Cop Dada da dip
And I need to talk to God but he only answers back in my own voice
And you know the way things are these days
I'm not so sure I trust my own words
He said, I said, He said, I said hey, hey, hey, take a look at me
When you cut these strings, there's a marionette on your floor
Oh, baby, go on, go on and take a look at me I can go here, be there, still end up nowhere
Because I've got to run in circles so I can catch up with myself
And I'd love to stop and smell the roses but they're always being picked by someone else
So, as it goes, it's just a ring around the roses Ring around the roses, ring around the roses
Ring around the roses, ring around the roses, ring around the roses
Ring around the roses, ring around the roses, hey
Oh, baby, go on, go on and take a look at me I can go here, be there, still end up nowhere
Because I've got to run in circles so I can catch up with myself
So, as it goes, it's just a ring around the roses Ring around the roses, ring around the roses, ring around the roses
Ring around the roses, ring around the roses, ring around the roses
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13. |
Norwegian Wood
02:55
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Sunday Cannons Baltimore, Maryland
Welcome to the new music profile for Sunday Cannons. An American Indie Rock band from the first wave era of
cassettes.
Members: Mike Lane (vocals-guitar-keyboards), Ed Neenan (vocals -guitar-keyboards), Matt Maschal (drums), and several bass players (Joe Krocheski, Joe Klompus, Ben Whitten, Sean Mickey)
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