MURMUR

RADIO FREE EUROPE

Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay.
Reason: it could polish up the grey.
Put that up your wall
That this isn't country at all.

Raving station, beside yourself.

Keep me out of country in the word.
Deal the porch is leading us absurd.
Push that to the hull,
That this isn't nothing at all.

Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit.
Radio Free Europe, radio.

Beside defying media too fast,
Instead of pushing palaces to fall.
Put that before all,
That this isn't fortunate at all.

Becide yourself, calling all of the medias too fast.

Keep me out of country in the word.
Disappoint is into us absurd.

PILGRIMAGE

Take a turn. Take our fortune.

They called the clue a two-headed cow.
Your hate clipped and distant.
Your luck pilgrimage.
Rest assured this will not last,
take a turn for the worst.
Your hate clipped and distant.
Your luck a two-headed cow.

The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take our fortune.

Speaking in tongues. It's worth a broken lip.
Your hate clipped and distant.
Your luck pilgrimage.
Rest assured this will not last,
take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant.
Your luck a two-headed cow.

LAUGHING

Laocoon and her two sons.
Pressured storm, tried to move.
No other more, emotion bound.
Martyred, misconstrued.

Delighted in a room, lanky room.
Delighted, 'lighted, laughing in tune.
Delighted, 'lighted, laughing.

Laocoon and her two sons.
Run the gamut, sated view.
Know them more, emotion bound.
Martyred, misconstrued.

In a room, lock the door, latch the room
Lighted, lighted, laughing

Laocoon and her two sons
Ran the gamut, settled new.
Find a place fit to laugh.
Lock the doors, mince the room.



TALK ABOUT THE PASSION

Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction.
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion.
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world.

Talk about the passion.

Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction.
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion.
Combien, combien, combien de temps?

MORAL KIOSK

Scratch the scandals in the twilight.
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her.
Pass a magic pillow under head.

It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
Inside -- cold, dark, fire, twilight.

They scratch the scandals in the twilight.
She was laughing like a Horae.
Put that knee in dour landslide.
Take the steps to dash a woven hide.

PERFECT CIRCLE

Put your hair back, we get to leave.
Eleven gallows on your sleeve.
Shallow figured, winners paid.
Eleven shadows way out of place.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.

Pull your dress on and stay real close.
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends.
Drink another, coin a phrase.
Heaven assume shoulders high in the room.

Try to win, it suits your needs.
Speak out sometimes, but try to win.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.



CATAPULT

When we were little boys;
When we were little girls.
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off.
Cowered in a hole, open your mouth. Question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult.

When we were little boys;
When we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off.
Cowered in a hole, open your mouth.
We, in step, in hand, your mother remembers this.
Fear the howl of the rope, the question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult.

Porch could be darker. Barn could be darker.
Catapult.



SITTING STILL

This name I got we all agreed.
See could stop stop it will rid.
We could bind it in the sist.
We could gather, throw a fit.

Up to par Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in.
Setting trap for love, making a waste of time, sitting still.

I'm the sign and you can read.
I'm the sign and you're not deaf.
We could bind it in the sist.
We could gather, throw a fit.

Up to par Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in.
Setting trap for love, making a waste of time, sitting still.
I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you.

This name I got we all agree.
See could stop stop it will rid.
We could bind it in the sist.
We could gather, throw a fit.

Up to par Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in.
Setting trap for love, making a waste of time, sitting still.
I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear...

You can gather when I talk, talk until you're blue.
You could get away from me. Get away from me!

Up to par Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in.
Setting trap for love, making a waste of time, sitting still.
I can hear you...
Can you hear me?


9-9

Steady... steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced.
Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.

Got to punch -- right on target.
Tristan's tongue -- got a stripe
Down his back, all nine yards,
Down her back.

Give me a couple --
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear.

What is in my mind?

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced.
Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate. Hesitate.

The conversation fear.



SHAKING THROUGH

Could it be that one small voice doesn't count in the ruin?
Yellow like a geisha gone, denying all the way.
Could this by three be ten? Autumn marches on.

Are we grown way too far? Taken after rain.

Is that a steal? Children of today on parade.

Shaking through, opportune.
In my life.



WE WALK

Up the stairs to the landing.
Up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh.
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the wood. We walk.

Take oasis. ..



WEST OF THE FIELDS

Long gone, intuition. To assume, are gone, when we try.
Dream of living jungle, in my way back home, when we die.

West of the fields. Long gone.

Dreams of Elysian, to assume, are gone, when we try.
Tell now, what is dreaming?
When we try to listen with your eyes, oversimplify.

The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.

Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming? When we try.
Listen through your eyes, when we die.

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