Music @ Work

You did the best that you could do.
You were a great crew,
who tried to nurture and preserve your
faith in you.
And with the bureau chiefs
and the shrugging spies
You could stay, but why?

You see a light and then another
and everything you fought for
naught's uncovered.
You're not a fighter, you're a lover.
You got no business in here, brother
so... stay.
Stay.

Is it the worst that you could do?
You were a great you,
who tried to nurture and preserve your
faith in you
and with the bureau chiefs
and the shrugging spies
You could stay and why?
Cause you see a light and then another.
Everything you thought you
sought's uncovered.
You're a fighter and a lover
and there's no one up above her
so... stay.
Stay.

All things being balanced,
it's balanced and called balancing
somewhere beyond everything it's being
balanced not for the
sake of balance but balancing between
the throes of learning
and the entire thing
entirely
balancing.

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I don't wanna put another thought
in my head.

The humming bird is cleared for
maintenance,
evacuating long after it made no sense.
It's not so much a load and stay anymore
as a gotta-get-down-the-road-before-the-
temperature-soars.

I don't wanna put a little thought
in your head.

Diplomacy goes even better with drinks
(until the big city trees begin to shrink.)
It's not so much a load out and stay anymore
it's gotta get down the road before the
snarling traffic roars

I don't wanna ask you,
'What you got in your head?'
I'm not gonna ask you
a whole bunch of questions.

OK, we agree to disagree...
Giving up... Giving up the Embassy
is a whole lot better than,
The Embassy's Surrendering.

Flying home under the approval of the stars,
I couldn't be more at home with the way
things are so hard.
It's not so much a load out and stay anymore
it's gotta get down the road before the
confetti cannon blows
with litigious force.

I don't wanna ask you,
'What you got in your head?'
I'm not gonna ask you
'Whatcha been thinking?'

I don't wanna put another thought
in my head.

I don't wanna put another thought
in my head.


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This is tiger the Lion
gimme the Knuckles of Frisco
- if there's danger in the language,
gentlemen,
I suggest no further use of
the two-way radio.
'John Cage had come to feel
that art in our time
was far less important
than our daily lives,
to which so many'd become
more or less inclined.
The purpose of it's not unique.
Not to build masterpieces
for a delectative elite
but simply to wake to your life.'

You'll be serving the song
when you find out you won't change
serving the song
walking the range.

'John Cage had come to feel
that art in our time
was much less important
than our daily life
If there's a perpetual plan
for discovery days
where everyone can take part
in what he called
purposeless play
and there's a sign of life in this play
not to get order from chaos
tell you how to create
but simply to wake to your life.

You'll be serving the song
when we find out you won't change
serving the song
bombing the range.

This is Tiger the Lion
get me Into the Pillows
- If you're painted by radar, gentlemen,
There'll be no further use of
the two-way radio

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If you ask me how I knew, I saw you.
I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye
view when I saw you.
I saw you not as you think,
simply just as you. I saw you.
And all of this augers well.
even though it's presaging pell-mell.
All of it augers well,
the bastard of it being, having to choose.

Then you turned all Billy Sunday, shoutin'
"Philadelphia for Christ and Christ for
Philadelphia,"
as the sun groomed the plane with crepuscular
rays. When I saw you.
And all of this augers well.
Even so it's presaging pell-mell.
All of it augers well,
the bastard being, having to choose
between a flickering fuse and power
beyond what you use.
Never mind us purple Italians,
never mind that pool in the mountains.
Victory came and went
on winged elephants. I saw you.
And all of this augers well
even though, even so it's
presaging pell-mell.
All of it augers well
this is the bastard
the bastard of it being: having to choose


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Everything is bleak.
It's the middle of the night.
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.
You feel like a jerk.
My music at work.
My music at work.

Avoid trends and clich

You lured me with your diamond flower
you lured me with talk of still more talk
you lured me with caramelizing power
you lured me a lot.
Clearly lifeless bare feet
and dogs just trained to sniff
you saw him struggle and you saw him cease his struggling
you said we're halfway come and meet us
we're the completists.

You lured me with your bad intentions
you lured me with your Mexican pot
you lured me with desert dimensions
you lured me a lot.
You loaded up your gear so well
you can pack so tight
but I can still hear your tambourine
demeaning you through the night
don't wanna sound defeatist
but we're the 'complete-est'.

Intimate, inaccurate, a family, in a way,
made the trip to Vulnerable and back
on the same day.
don't wanna sound defeated.
You lured me into repetition
you lured me to wanna go to sleep
you lured me into open spaces
you lure me.
Clearly lifeless bare feet
and dogs just trained to sniff
you saw him struggle and you saw him cease his struggling
you said, we're halfway, come, and meet us
we're the completists.
halfway come and meet us
the 'complete-est'

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As I wind down the pines
it's the lines on your face
playing on your face.

Without thinking so much
as abandoning thought
I went through open country
over water meadow streams
lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
to a nest in the hole of
this dead
tree.

To play without stopping or pause
not for silence not for applause
not without thinking
and thinking's abandoning thought.

As I wind down the pines
it's the lines on your face
playing on your face.

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