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Cilantro
04:37
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What’s that sound? Bang! The postman rang,
Said a telegram came for the Danish gang
That first hand man’s got a filament textured brain
Cinnamon scented fangs
The nuttiness with the tang, a little bit a grace
Gold grenade in this place
Historically glistening carapace
Bodacious babe, get a look at her face!
Special! Call me crazy, call me slow
Got my own cilantro mixture, watch me rolling watch me go
Special! Call your doctor and your priest
Got my own malignant scripture and it works phenomenally
Who made the moon that pulchritudinous silver?
She must have bought that shade from a market in Peru
Can’t help but look upon her gorgeous trinkets
I always wish that I could have that attitude
What’s that sound? Slam! The door’s gone down
Like a billowing storm drain swallowing rounds
There’s not a soul here, telegraphed fear, delicate tears
Glitter-ific on the unwashed spears
I ask, which girl is that?
She’s brash, like a devil of the wild outback
She’s fast, like a bottle of a held attack
She got cash, pull ‘em up on the forty first track
Special! Call me crazy, call me slow
Got my own cilantro mixture, watch me rolling watch me go
Special! Call your doctor and your priest
Got my own malignant scripture and it works phenomenally
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Castle Sinclair Girnigoe
04:08
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Flap Flap
03:28
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I’ve got a world up in here, delicate and vivid
Please touch, but only gently, let me take my time
It’s hard to say it clearly, if you have a good ear, give it
Everyone has coping methods, let me show you mine
Flap flap, to set a different station
Make believe, make a dream, for all the shit I’ve taken
I’m free, stretch the scene into a manageable piece for me
Flap flap, to stop the rank rotation
To appease, to reprieve my corporeal damnation
Please, stretch the scene into a softer shade of pink for me
I’ve got a garden in here, don’t know where it came from
Either way it gets real bright when the sun comes crashing in
It’s hard to say it clearly, so strap on your best apron
These colors run like nothing else man, let the trash begin
Flap flap, to set a different station
Make believe, make a dream, for all the shit I’ve taken
I’m free, stretch the scene into a manageable piece for me
Flap flap, to stop the rank rotation
To appease, to reprieve my corporeal damnation
Please, stretch the scene into a softer shade of pink for me
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5. |
Rocking Music
04:07
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Take as Many as you Like
06:31
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Nine Stars
08:27
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My stars quiet down when you’re around
Or perhaps the sight of you just does the trick to dull the sound
A glistening bristling light is beaming o’er the sea
But something so specific in you tames the stars in me
Oh honey, won’t you stay a little while?
I’ve never felt my flagrant noises lay so tame and mild
A glistening bristling light is beaming o’er the sea
But something so specific in you tames the wildest stars in me
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The sun is setting dearest, the insects sing their tune
It’s getting colder dearest, will you be leaving soon?
Did I say something dearest, something far out of line?
Please tell me just what dearest, what did I do this time?
I swear, this always happens, it always finds a way
I always make mistakes when I start to feel too safe
Did I say something dearest, something far out of line?
Just tell me you’ll be coming back, please understand, please understand
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Catch These Hands
10:03
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There comes a day when I’ve spent enough time growing old
Illuminated by the skylight of my pitiable soul
Take the worst things out, I can’t be bereft ‘a good stuff
Freefalling up, freefalling up
There comes a day when I’ve heard enough about my life
This street is paved for me, no lanes or aggravating lights
Take the best in life, there must be something for me
Freefalling up, freefalling up
The road will lead me where the alabaster clings
Where the yellowed plaster sings all night long
I can’t wait! Unparalleled, unstoppable, unique
The world’s about to get a note from me:
Catch these hands, for anyone who’s fucking with my plans
These hands, for anyone who’d tell me this or that
These hands, if the whole world thinks that it’s too good for me
Catch these hands, if you’d like to come and see
Catch these hands, if anyone would like to come and play,
The fire finds a way, I’m something dangerous today
I’m something fabulous and strange, I’m something harrowing and grave
So take a good look if you may
There comes a day when I’ve spent enough time tilling the earth
The soil is soft enough, no digging for these flowers to unfurl
Take the worst things out, I can’t be bereft ‘a good stuff
Freefalling up, freefalling up
There comes a day when I’ve spent enough time waiting for my turn
The doors are open now, there’s no bridges left to burn
Take the best in life, there must be something for me
Freefalling up, freefalling up
The road will lead me where the alabaster clings
Where the yellowed plaster sings all night long
I can’t wait! Unparalleled, unstoppable, unique
The world’s about to get a note from me:
Catch these hands, for anyone who’s fucking with my plans
These hands, for anyone who’d tell me this or that
These hands, if the whole world thinks that it’s too good for me
Catch these hands, if you’d like to come and see
Catch these hands, if anyone would like to come and play,
The fire finds a way, I’m something dangerous today
I’m something fabulous and strange, I’m something harrowing and grave
So take a good look if you may
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Let the right one in, don’t think about it
Don’t let them out of your sight, it’s up to you now
Let the right one in, don’t think about it
You have nothing else to lose, why can’t you see that?
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The day is almost done
I’m restless as the sun
Yet lost without someone to care for me
It’s hard to reconcile this need
With what I thought myself to be
But maybe I can learn to love being needy
Catch these hands, if anyone would like to get to know me
These hands, for anyone with the wherewithal to hold me
These hands, ‘cause I don’t think I can make it on my own
Catch these hands, you’d like to take me home
When the world grows dark, will you be there
Riding into the night? Take me anywhere
I’m aching for someone sweet, someone dangerous
If anyone would like to catch me
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Birdsong
11:20
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Wake up, wake up, my dearest love
I put on the kettle, I let in the sun
Wake up, wake up, my dearest love
The house is still cold but it’s just warming up
Would you please wake up, the light of my life
I saw you stirring, I started to cry
Would you please wake up, the light of my life
I’m here, I’m here, just open your eyes
Would you please wake up, my dearest love?
No one has told me that I’ll be okay yet today
No one has called me a beautiful girl yet today
No one has told me that I’ll be okay yet today
No one has called me a beautiful girl yet today
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11. |
My Best Friend
04:07
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12. |
I Haven't Died
06:57
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Midnight, silent as lakeside, dead of May
My rest is thrown
Midnight, tired eyes, I’m waiting for the sun, I’m all alone
Morning, silently hoping that I’ll die
Before the rain
Morning, frozen with worry and dismay I can’t explain
Twilight, low tide, I’m overthinking
All I said before
Twilight, online, I’m writing to all my very dearest friends
Midnight, silently smiling for myself
I haven’t died
Midnight, by torchlight, I look to the sky and say It’s alright to cry
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Patricia Taxxon Santa Cruz, California
Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.
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