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My Cat's Tail
Casual
Private Thing
Burning Daylight
Heavyweight
My Cat's Tail
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My cat's tail is curved like a question mark
Though he doesn't understand what that means to a cat like me
He just sits on the window sill staring at the blue, blue sky
Probably thinking about eastern philosophy
Lord, it seemed so easy to believe in anything when I was young
Flash of light could make the demons go away
Magic was a fact and I hoped that I might fly someday
Now I challenge anyone to stand upon their faith
Make the case for me beyond a doubt
Iron all my theories out
Straighten up these questing curves
Calm the sea with certainty
Offer me enlightenment
And I would believe
I would give up these pragmatic tendencies
Oh, and I would play
To that absolute everyday
My cat sighs in the middle of the night
Lying in a shaft of window light
I guess I envy him sometimes
'Cause he just seems so content in dreams
But he can't even go outside
He's a prisoner
Never has to make up his own mind
Well, well, guess that's one cozy way to make it in this crazy world
But what's the price of his advice when . . .
If I could believe
I would give up these pragmatic tendencies
Oh, and I would play
To that absolute everyday
My cat's tail is curved like a question mark
Though he doesn't understand what that means to a cat like me
He just sits on the window sill staring at the blue, blue sky
Probably thinking about chasing the birds flying by
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Casual
-s. m. p. concinnity
I find myself standing alone
Slice like a knife through this confusion
When did I come to your conclusion?
A feeling I've never known
Penitent whispers in the moonlight
They make a rhythm in the next life
I feel the shivers rushing over me
'Cause it's easier than I thought it would be . . .
It's a casual assassination
It's a murder without motivation
No malice here or blood elation
It's casual
Casual
Well, I must've been outta my mind
To hold my breath for such a long, long time
But I never would have known if I hadn't heard your terminal tone
I feel angels flying over me
Oh Lord, what else can it be?
But a casual assassination
It's a murder without motivation
No malice here or blood elation
It's casual
Casual
I got this feeling I probably should flee the scene
I'm stained so red now
Wonder if my hands will ever be clean . . .
It's a casual assassination
It's a murder without motivation
No malice here or blood elation
It's casual
Casual
I've got some time now I finally can close my eyes
Sitting here in my cell pondering your demise . . .
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Private Thing
-s. m. p. concinnity
It's a private thing
Between you and I
The touch of a hand
The blink of an eye
Vibrations of harmonic souls
Ghosts as old as pharaoh stories
Epic tales of ancient glories
Beautiful as celestial bodies
Mama Bear will be home soon
How will she understand
Our deliverance
From the pain of loneliness we felt once
One sits in silence
Two cries for broken dreams
Three lives in memories
And hopes that someday she'll be happy
It's a private thing
Between you and I
A glance from across the room
Knowing that we'll be together soon
Steal the conscience from the moon
Oh, it's so objective
Billions of us disconnected
Wonder why I'm so protective?
One sits in silence
Two cries for broken dreams
Three would give anything
And take anything, too, it seems
And four is so scandalous
Five is a danger to us
Six wouldn't harm a hair
But we would feel his green-eyed stare
One might wonder why
My lady love and I
Keep this thing so secretive
This covert passion that we live
Well, it's a private thing
Between you and I
The touch of a hand
The blink of an eye
It's a private thing
Between you and I
A glance from across the room
Knowing that we'll be together
Soon . . .
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Burning Daylight
-s. m. p. concinnity
All these fever dreams
Been broiling my brain it seems
Half-baked philosophies, bastard sons of Socrates
Fantasies of revenge upon my enemies
Is it hot in here? Is it just me?
Is it this addiction of society
To burning daylight, warming up the night
Sloughing off this wasted heat?
Haunts my troubled, fitful sleep
What kind of government
Would steal the sunshine - trying to take my time?
How many ways would they take to cross my party line
Try to change my mind or chain my mind?
People you got to cool your heels
Don't spend your life spinning wheels
It's slow heat death, wasting your breath
Paper chasing dollar bills
Is it hot in here? Is it just me?
I can see so clear the dimming of the luminary
The modern era apathy
Just sloughing off this wasted heat?
Haunts my troubled fitful sleep
People you got to cool your heels
Don't spend your life spinning wheels
It's slow heat death wasting your breath
Paper chasing dollar bills
Is it hot in here? Is it just me?
I can see so clear the dimming of the luminary
The modern era apathy
Just sloughing off this wasted heat?
Haunts my troubled fitful sleep
Feels like I'm sparring with this devil but the playing field ain't level
An awful lot of steam is rolling off of me
Why must I take it all upon myself to break the fall
Of all these citizens
Who just can't make up their minds
It's getting hotter all the time . . .
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Heavyweight
-s. m. p. concinnity
He cant wait for the summer end
Can you relate? Can I close my eyes while I pretend?
This heavyweight challenges us to answer the call
He ain't afraid at all
Changing shades, the sun keeps drifting down the sky
The green dream fades and swings low the high
But I still can hear him rage and rattle in his cage
He's readying for battle to dawn upon his age
There he goes again
Beating an urge to bear a sin
Better this constant serenade
Than that cacophonous din
There he goes again
Holding his fists up to the sky
Sure he may be bruised
But you should see the other guy
It must be the need to try
The low road once in while, oh well, to hell with the high
You may catch what I'm on about but let me make it clear
Reasons range and seasons change, now autumns almost here
There he goes again
Beating an urge to bear a sin
Better this constant serenade
Than that cacophonous din
There he goes again
Holding his fists up to the sky
Sure he may be bruised . . .
Damn, its just like that
Sometimes the mouse must get the cat
And I forget
Oh, I forget
That's not to say it's not hard work
Down in this dark where demons lurk
But they're mostly of our making
I've got no cause to think
Those tiger paws, they won't just shrink
Down to something
Something I can get the best of
Or just more baggage to divest of
Can it be the need to see the mettle of this modern man
The tenacity, veracity of his theories about Babylon?
His phantoms gone, hes twice the man, his candles burn to light his plans
He stands upon his castle sands and gambles on his facile hands
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