Eyes Adrift Lyrics
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lyriCs

sleigHt Of haNd

E F# G A

All of my friends, not the ones Iíve got

Everyone has run out hot and cold and hot
Monkeyís got fire, feathers on the top
burning giant mandolin, over the pigeon drop

A G F E

Oldest game around

Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
The air is perfumed, burning much too slow
Filling up the room, stumbling like a rose
Standing on the street, watching the time roll past
You can smell the love, and itís disappearing fast
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
[Trumpet solo by Jimmy Shortell]
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
Itís a symphony of growls,
A private collection of invisible howls
The oldest game around
A little sticky and totally sound
The air is perfumed, burning much too slow
Filling up the room, stumbling like a rose
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand

alasKa

C Bb A F# G A

They say itís ornamental, but itís pretty real to me

Itís just experimental, but I think I disagree
It might be accidental
Slippery as the wind, and it was once a circle
now itís getting thin
(chorus)

A C D E/A

Used to be cheap love song

Satellite as it falls in AlasKa
Silver moon itís close at hand
Satellite as it falls in Alaska
Message is message was,
Shadows in the trees
Growing much faster
Silver moon itís close at hand
Satellite as it falls in alaska
Itís artificial water, splashiní all around
And though you might be sinking, you can never drown

inquiriNg minDs


B G G A G A G (F F# G)

They put flowers on your grave Jon Benet

They put flowers on your grave Jon Benet

F Fm

The police they ask them

The papers they ask them
The parents they ask them
But you can never ask them
They put flowers on your grave jon benet
They put flowers on your grave jon benet
The papers exhume you
From your little grave they pull you
All they want to do
Is to poke around your mummy (money?)
They put flowers on your grave Jon Benet
They put flowers on your grave Jon Benet

untriEd

E G# A D#

I am a chemical reaction

to a practical solution
and I am trapped out in the middle
of a lake of my pollution

Bb (maybe an A D# too?)

Sometimes it seems nothing will do

Directionless, untried and true
some things appear out of the blue
directionless, so what, untried and true
this is a registered denial
of a toxic situation
but I have really grown to cherish
all of my vile habituations
sometimes it seems nothing will do
directionless, so what, untried and true
some things appear out of the blue
directionless, untried and true
this is a permanent example
of a passing fascination
and I am trying hard to swallow
all of the beautiful information
sometimes it seems nothing will do
directionless, so what, untried and true
some things appear out of the blue
directionless, untried and true

bliNd Me

C C# C (ham)

In the stars in your eyes I see

A little chaos and harmony
and that's when I lose my mind
love is blind to even those who see

C C# D# F

Blind me, blind me

Blind me
there's a crack in the smoky air
and the sound from the outside stair
electricity fills my mind
lost in time, that's all I seem to need
Blind me, blind me
Blind me
In the back of my head I hear
a little light burning loud and clear
and that's when I lose my mind
love is blind is all I need to hear
Blind me, blind me
blind me

dottIe daWn & julIe jewEl

Pick Barred A

Dottie Dawn and Julie Jewel gonna ride a shooting star up to the moon

Julie waves to all the fans in the back of a royal Brougham Pontiac
She said never have I felt like this before,
When I heard the news I nearly hit the floor
Here I am in such good company
Elbow broomstick jab a chance to flee
Julie passed out on the train
got dreams of angels dancing in her brain
Dottie Dawn and Julie Jewel gonna ride a shooting star up to the moon

C B G A

She said never have I felt like this before

When I heard the news I nearly hit the floor
Here I am in such good company
elbow broomstick jab a chance to flee

solId

Em D C/E D C

Is what I am is a plastic man

Gazing out across a plastic land
And everyone is just a thing
Sit and listen to bells of plastic ring
and I'm a genius doing something wrong
using real words in made up songs

F# G A Asus2

I could cut myself and nothing would come out

Ďcause the blood is frozen solid in my veins
I should know by now that I could cut myself
Ďcause I'm solid and it's always been that way
Here's the song that I sing
An imitation of the real thing
Here's the time, it doesn't pass
Here's the sand frozen in the hourglass
touch my skin and know that I can feel
but I can't tell you if feeling's real
I could cut myself and nothing would come out
Ďcause the blood is frozen solid in my veins
I should know by now that I could cut myself
Ďcause I'm solid and it's always been that way

pyramiDs

D A

For a million masses

I will ruin all the water
I eliminate your senses also you
should give me evermore
and I will seal all up the doors
and lock away that nature thing weíll never do
Iím the one you love the most
It keeps you safe and warm at night
Iím the one that always come unglued
and overflows

A F

I love you and you love me

and we love everything we see
and nothing could be more than me or you
here amidst the ruins
in the shadows of the pyramids
pictures of the dirty things we do
Iím the one I love the most
It keeps you safe and warm at night
Iím the one that always come unglued
and overflows
Everywhere the arms around
The pictures of the crowd surround
The wave is disappearing out of view
The rivers fill the fields inside the homes of mountains, fields and mines
and doors and minds are locked away on you
Iím the one you love the most
it keeps you safe and warm at night
Iím the one that always come unglued
and overflows

telescoPe

E5 (mute)

Now I have climbed your walls

and walked along your salty pond
The love we trained went wild
Painted windows on the walls
of a cavernous heart

D E G D F# E

Here's my telescope, here's my potato gun,

Here's my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun
And every morning with the radio on
I'm not gonna sit around here and cry Ďtil you're gone
Now tears can't stop the fire
they're really more like candledrops
The wax is rolling down
in flames that char the paper walls
of a cavernous heart
Here's my telescope, and here's my potato gun,
And here's my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun
Every morning, with the radio on
Not gonna sit around here and cry Ďtil you're gone
Now I am stranded here
Alone with you and everyone
The love we trained went wild
Painted windows on the walls
of a cavernous heart
Here's my telescope, and here's my potato gun
And here's my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun
And every morning with the radio on
Not gonna sit around here and cry Ďtil you're gone

slOw raCe

A (B) C A (B) C G D7

Inside a jar of prehistoric air

neon fossil penguins grow on trees
the child professor doesn't care
he has a friendly new disease
it causes me to swear
I never said I care, I never said
it takes a paucity of scale
to simulate what's in the jar
a friendly fire of forest whales
on rubber hearts and vacuum stars
it causes me to swear
I never said I care, I never said

(B C C B B A) G F G

We could have ourselves a slow race,

and the object is to lose
The awards flow by like icebergs
deep and giant blue
There are no fish left in the streams
they all have taken to the air
and with their rattles, guns, and beads
new age pirates sit and stare
it causes me to swear
I never said I care, I never said
We could have ourselves a slow race
and the object is to lose
the awards flow by like icebergs
deep and giant blue
There are no fish left in the streams
they all have taken to the air
and with their rattles, guns, and beads
new age pirates sit and stare
it causes me to swear
I never said I cared, I never said
We could have ourselves a slow race
and the object is to lose
the awards flow by like icebergs
deep and giant blue
There's a boring intermission
in the middle of the play
The awards flow by like icebergs
made of ancient clay

whAt i saId

E G C G

It isnít what I said

lying now instead
Something in my head
the obvious is dead
Thatís not what I did
the obvious was hid
Lay down on the floor
cleanupís not my chore

D A A7 G

Silence is better than nothing,

than nothing
Silence is better than nothing
Isnít what I said
world is sick in bed
Roses painted red
pounding in my head
Silence is better than nothing
than nothing
Silence is better than nothing
Lying now instead
Dying in my head
Silence is better than nothing
Than nothing
Silence is better than nothing

pastEd

E G C E

Old St. Paul he told them all

like it was him they hung out to dry
From stolen dreams are made the means
to lead the souls who must abide

A C G F

Then youíll never have to work again

You glide along the backs of men
Who add up the witness list of souls
That want to feel but need to be told

A C D G A E G B

At the bar the lone star scar

The seraph likeíd to hear a song
The crowd was moved, I disapprove
no writer tell me heís wrong
Youíre told to leave and not come back again
Fall in line not question when
To peel off the shrink wrap pride inside
Letís cheer and sing to the big lie
Those who do believe
do they know they are deceived
Amidst the luxury
a manufactured deity
That you are pause to see
no substitutions if you please
Like starving is disease
they hunger for celebrity
[Outro]

morAl Of tHe soNg / stiffEd On paydAy

I started chopping wood at 18

Learned to really threw my axe,
That when it filled with scandal
I knew I lost my handle
I cut a part of me and now I suck
The melody's all wrong
So I gotta hear the song
Ain't got stiffed on payday
It's got another's? reputation
Tried but not so far,
I blew the sherrif Mungem
Are carnies all among them
A sideshow with a Astell and drive around
More famous that he's gone
The memories upon
They keep us stiffed on payday
Here's drummer rolling on a horsey
The boy will never fill her pit,
It all depends on what you think
We're leaving tears unique
Run X? we ride
Moral of the song
Wish that you were wrong?
And get stiffed on payday
[solo] yehar!
So the carney showed the wrestler at the circus
Pickled in a whiskey cask
The carney needs a drama
A public spoof at trauma
Desparate adulation for the past
The page is soon obscure
Polish the manure
Shining shit for payday