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There's a lot of beautiful sound
Among the tapes that you buried deep underground
That's a look I see all the time
Gotta think of a number, think of a crime
Save a secret for yourself
You are such an alien light
You are such an alien light
You are such an alien light
Covering Chicago at night
I love to see that fire inside of your eyes
But the color can't be described
Like the way you light up the room
With a flick of your wrist the flower's in bloom
I can feel myself fall in
You are such an alien light
You are such an alien light
You are such an alien light
Covering Chicago at night
You are such an alien light
You are such an alien light
You are such an alien light
Covering Chicago at night
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2. |
The Void
03:17
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I was born into the void
Another boys club with a view
Right into nothing
Into the black
I was looking left and right
Another flight before the rise
Into the sunlight
into the sun
I don't wanna rearrange the ending
Nervous notes always descending
I know that my wife can keep the backbeat
Don't worry I'm discrete
You had a halfway crooked smile
18 miles outside the loop
Smashing the headlight
Scatter the glass
In response to your request
Second best night on the town
Spinning a record
Scratching it back
I don't wanna rearrange the ending
Nervous notes always descending
I know that my wife can keep the backbeat
Don't worry I'm discrete
We were twisted like a bulb
Catapult across the room
Closing the shutter
Closing it tight
There were paintings on the wall
Lay it all out for the plot
Loving the sinner
Loving the sin
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3. |
Deep as the Drum Machine
03:37
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Breathe in you beautiful sketchbook
Strike a pose in the frame
You're frozen on the film in the camera
Hands keep steady.. aim
I'm not gonna forget the lace you
Wore across your face
As deep as the drum machine reaches
We're adrift in space
I'm just kind enough to rewind it
Dressing down to the lace
You looked back and you laughed with open eyes
On a slow sunrise
As long as her tiny feet trample
The kid's gonna get on your back
I thought you were yesterday's gambler
Walking home from the track
I'm not gonna forget the lace you
wore across your face
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Out of the Rain
04:13
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I see the people work a puzzle that they just can't finish
I know I'm losing patience, I can't wait for just one minute
We thought that we could keep the poison in the ocean's outskirts
Out of the rain and into the dirt
Over the landscape bring yer heartache while we jump the planet
We're falling backwards with the birds that caught the rocket granite
I'd like to burn up in the atmosphere in just a t-shirt
Out of the rain and into the dirt
Break through the wall of static post traumatic endless silence
With voices raised to counterpoint the sound of sponsored violence
We harmonize to realize the chorus ends the concert
Out of the rain and into the dirt
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5. |
Nevermind Never Mine
00:43
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Nevermind, Never Mine
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Radio Blue
05:01
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Dreaming of the flood in the morning
Turn the radio down
I woke up with a start, in the watery blue
No one around
I was all caught up on yer ego
I kinda let in a light
I leaned back in a dream with yer ginger and gin
Stunned by the sight
Lit up while I carry a torch
Gotta set up a scene
You've got the radio blue
You got yer color and your hue
Drinking ginger and gin
Held together with a safety pin
All these thinkin' machines
Keep me honest, keep me clean
Pull the bricks from the wall
You've got yer fist like a cannonball
All the working drones on your payroll
Punch the card on the spike
All the honest thieves in your circle tonight
Take whatever they like
Lit up while I carry a torch
Gotta set up a scene
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7. |
Heart of Fool's Gold
02:26
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With a heart of fool's gold
Leaping at the chance to strike out rich
Oversold on getting old
Trading treasure for some kind of kitch
It's a good thing that she's not a ghost
You don't wanna disappear
There's a lot of work to make it right
(I can't imagine) lying down and dying here
I'm in your corner go get up and fight
It's a good thing that she's not a ghost
That always goes undiagnosed
On another weekend trip
Dodging traffic, you amnesiac
(With the taste of) salt water on your lips
You've been laughing since you got pulled back
It's a good thing that she's not a ghost
That always goes undiagnosed
It's hard to see a set of fangs up close
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8. |
Strange Lines
03:07
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Strange Lines crossing my face
In waves, make it all wash away
Strange light, edge of my sight
Surprise at the look in your eyes
Surprise when I heard your reply
Get under my skin
I don't wanna wear thin
Lift off, the skies are all clear
No eyes watching you disappear
The tea leaves say nothing's in stone
No ghosts hanging out with yer bones
No ghosts bass or baritone
Get under my skin
I don't wanna wear thin
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9. |
Funeral for a Foursome
04:17
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When my fever broke I slipped outside
Distant rising smoke, a new place to hide
In the checkout line with my next best friend
Shiver down my spine upon your echo's end
She screams down the wires on the telephone
The last landline on the city's scope
Where's the open air between our minds
If it's in our care, we can cut the twine
Another bounce of the bass
I think we're running outta space
Silver tape out of time
Yer made of gold, nevermind
No-one's whispering, but the body speaks
There is silence from the lost antique
All my friends were there, at the final show
What a slow affair, you had me at hello
Another bounce of the bass
I think we're running outta space
Silver tape out of time
Yer made of gold, nevermind
Another bounce of the bass
I think we're running outta space
Silver tape out of time
Yer made of gold, nevermind
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Andy Latham Chicago, Illinois
Andy Latham works for a world class microphone company and also has a side gig selling guitar electronics under the name Blue Dinosaur Electronics.
He enjoys blowing minds, making a racket, and playing games.
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