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Vultures On Your Bones
04:25
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I wanna live where culture kills machines
and decent melodies will haunt you in your dreams.
I wanna laugh once again before I die.
Do you think that you could try?
Do you need a reason why?
From the cradle to the amp to the grave
who’s life tonight will be saved.
If there’s vultures on your bones
but they just won’t leave you alone,
they just won’t leave you alone.
I believe in you, can you believe in me
when junk technology is the new mythology?
I’ve written you a song.
If you’d like to sing along
trust your feelings they’re not wrong.
Once you hear it then it’s gone.
From the cradle to the amp to the grave
who’s life tonight will be saved.
If there’s vultures on your bones
but they just won’t leave you alone,
they just won’t leave you alone.
If my afterlife
has got a lazy undertow,
you can feel my tempo slow,
feel the windy tarmac blow.
Like leaves on the breeze
beneath the rubble and debris,
broken glass, swarm of bees
we’re stardust you and me.
From the cradle to the amp to the grave
who’s life tonight will be saved.
If there’s vultures on your bones
but they just won’t leave you alone,
they just won’t leave you alone.
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2. |
Kung Fu Medallion
01:16
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I don’t know how or when
but I will live to see you face again.
I don’t know how soon it’ll be
my ride waits outside impatiently.
I don’t know if you ever think of me
when you close your eyes and drift to sleep.
When I feel my heart attack
looking forward, looking back,
the more I learn, the less I seem to know,
the more I learn, the less I seem to know.
But you and I will meet again.
You and I will meet again.
You and I will meet again
someday.
My half life burns a soft white glow.
Hesitation blues
I’m fading slow.
Up above in the sky
there’s a place where you reside.
In the clouds, in the air
I hear your voice
I smell your hair.
People everywhere come and go, come and go.
People everywhere come and go, come and go.
But you and I will meet again.
You and I will meet again.
You and I will meet again
someday.
But you and I will meet again.
You and I will meet again.
You and I will meet again
someday.
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4. |
Airplane Mode
04:08
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Do you wanna feel invisible?
Do you wanna disappear?
Do you crave radio silence
in the shadows going clear?
Practice your super powers
of keeping your mouth shut real tight.
Follow the steps of success,
repetition is key
you’ll see.
Secret typing,
secret code.
Sleep in the daytime,
sleep all alone.
There’s no busy signal
they can’t reach your voicemail
now you’re in airplane mode.
Airplane Mode.
I blame it on my computer,
don’t wanna stare at the screen.
I wanna crash the thing in the swimming pool,
memory motel in my dreams.
Pulling the curtain,
take a sleeping pill.
I can’t get you off of my mind.
Follow the steps of success
and practice your smile---for a while.
Secret typing,
secret code.
Sleep in the daytime,
sleep all alone.
There’s no busy signal
they can’t reach your voicemail
now you’re in airplane mode.
Airplane Mode.
Airplane Mode.
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5. |
Telepathic Kind
04:36
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Do you know my poetry?
I’m sending you a line
to see if you exist.
Mainly when I’m high, THC
like wind blowing slow
across the desert below.
Where stars hang low,
ripe fruit on the vine
shining bigger and brighter
than they do at home.
Sometimes I send you messages
though I send ‘em with my mind,
‘cause I do believe you’re the telepathic kind.
Do you ever really wanna
unplug your life?
Board up the windows?
Shut off the lights?
Then Maybe I’ll check out
from this cheap motel
and the spell you cast
forget that as well.
I wanna billow in the breeze
like plastic shopping bags,
abandon my post
avert my eyes.
Sometimes I send you messages
though I send ‘em with my mind,
‘cause I do believe you’re the telepathic kind.
If you hear the words I’m saying
and you feel the chords I’m playing
there’s an echo calling out your name.
It’s all static and low chatter,
but it doesn’t really matter.
I will always feel the same.
Sometimes I send you messages
though I send ‘em with my mind,
‘cause I do believe you’re the telepathic kind.
Sometimes I send you messages
though I send ‘em with my mind,
‘cause I do, yes I do believe you’ll reply.
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6. |
Spanish Jam Sandwich
01:02
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7. |
White Denim Jeans
03:47
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Tonight I’m eating creme brulee
floating in a heart shaped tub.
My pothead electrician Werner Von Braun
installed it just the other day.
I recall your heart was like a big hotel
for vagabonds and fools like me.
I’m an angel investor on SSI.
I’m gonna watch the wheels buffering.
Gonna watch the wheels buffering.
I’m your future, I’m your past
I begged you once please make this last
and the best thing that I’ve ever seen
was you in your white denim jeans.
Now you’re stuck in some kinda weird arms race
to be pinteresting perfect all the time.
In your star spangled swimsuit
relaxing by the pool
it’s all fake palm trees and scenic skylines.
I’m your future, I’m your past
I begged you once please make this last.
You were the best thing that I’ve ever seen.
You’re in my thoughts and dreams,
my vivid memories
of you in your white denim jeans.
White Denim Jeans.
White Denim Jeans.
I bet you can’t unhear this song.
You gotta fill your ears with Novocaine.
I’m your future, I’m your past
I begged you once please make this last.
You were the best thing that I’ve ever seen.
You’re in my thoughts and dreams,
my vivid memories
of you in your white denim jeans.
White Denim Jeans.
White Denim Jeans.
White Denim Jeans.
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8. |
Lovecraft
00:53
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Pour some pixie dust
on the wings of your shiny jet silver plane.
Billowed sails unfurl them
and take you back
to where I am right now
to where I am right now,
If you arrive in the dead of night
I will draw the blinds to keep out the light,
pour your bath,
boil your tea,
refill your cup endlessly.
That’s where I am right now.
That’s where I am right now.
I don’t mind
standing here and killing time
in the X-ray line
to board your private airline in the sky.
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Private airline in the sky
I will watch you unfold like a paper crane
reveal yourself
slowly call my name.
Lay beside you ‘til the morning comes
‘til prevailing winds blow you safely home.
That’s where I am right now.
That’s where I am right now.
I don’t mind
standing here and killing time
in the X-ray line
to board your private airline in the sky.
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Private airline in the sky
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Ooh ooh ooh private airline in the sky
Private airline in the sky
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10. |
Unemployed In Chicago
06:38
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I was buying pot
from an ex-cosmonaut
eating three square meals a week.
Three hundred dollar bills
tucked the mattress underneath,
you could say my prospects were bleak.
I walked skyscraping streets
trying to find a job
when I ran into a girl I used to know.
Playing drums in a band,
eating beans from a can,
unemployed in chicago
Waiting to hear
from my man Vladimir,
it was hot outside--about a hundred degrees.
I bought popsicles at the Jewel,
I dropped out of graduate school,
all my friends were Japanese.
We had really good rapport,
I spent the night on Kyoko’s floor
in a building designed by Mies van der Rohe.
I got drunk on her balcony,
I sang like a Valkyrie,
unemployed in chicago.
I was doing time
waiting in the X-ray line
at the free clinic that welcomed drop-ins.
That’s when I saw you
I didn’t know what I would do
with a Hippy Socialist Mary Poppins.
except listen to Cibbo Matto,
drink sake from the bottle.
We get naked and watched Dr. Zhivago.
When your student loan check was spent
we couldn’t make the rent.
We were unemployed in chicago.
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11. |
Blood Orange Moon
06:16
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I drove you down to oakland around
2 AM, total ghost town.
The blood orange moon was hanging low
over Lake Merritt cast in shadows.
Do you hear me whisper in your ear,
talking to your ghost telling her just her how I feel.
I’ll go home and type you a bold manifesto;
metaphors and adjectives freely flow.
Like lovers that leave forlorn embattled,
branches entangled--lessons learned.
Like mountains and canyons that start to tremble.
Have you felt the earth shaken below?
Have you seen the crow overtake the sparrow?
Have you smelled the cedar, seen the dove?
Have you felt the morning light chilled to the marrow?
Held a newborn baby, felt it’s love?
I just wanna kiss you in California,
hold you real close and don’t let go.
Look into your stardust eyes, see a sunrise,
sleep beside you, wake up in the foggy glow.
But I recall the sound of your voice,
it was like I had no choice in this matter.
Blood orange moon.
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felsen Oakland, California
“I wanna live where culture kills machines” On their 5th album, Blood Orange Moon, Felsen delivers a new telepathic message through melody and lyric beamed directly from their late-night West Oakland studio. Blood Orange Moon, is slated for national release by Indie pop label, Mystery Lawn Music on January 26, 2018. “Felsen strives to ensure survival of rock 'n' roll” San Francisco Chronicle ... more
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