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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy
What do you see? I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race And it fits like a glove under my sleeve Just wait till then Their heads are the heaviest in operation He has still not lost imagination I can hear him mouth the whole ending Just wait till then We Marys had ourselves a ball Oh, yes we did We Marys had ourselves a ball I must admit Hang us those limbs, hold no virtue Those told to hold project on my cue Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is Are the birds of a feather that clever? If I knew, I'd keep locks; that's a given Just wait till then. Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers Small enough to feed off the lesses To put it all into perspective with definition Oh, take a gander The bigger they are, the harder they fall Not needy you'll see, not needy And I come with open arms over trees Not needy you'll see Listen to my proven guarantees while you're rolling up your sleeves Beatin' on the chest But we can keep it in a jar when it's comin' cats and dogs for days We Marys had ourselves a ball and I guarantee And what they've done for you, they've done for me |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but I see pyrite.
It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander. They choose to act but not I. Let's go outside and it might restore us. More for the fire that fights for the freeze now mechanical. So the the pair proceeded Another pulse defeated - can't say that I am surprised. "It is the fly trap's color that caused the fall into her" What is the shade that you saw? Bound by the salt not your earth, the hat mocks the rabbit while the bee stings the shark. Stop the start, these are my disguises. Vinegar and water gave the end away. Bought my stocks and lost 'em while the suitcase said: "Let's go outside and it might restore us". |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Mountains of molehills, a grapevine in my ear,
Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear, While the nest in my hands starve forever, Sticklers for cheap fun, You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms, For an all day black market parade, For a grand prize a slap in the face for you, Bold faced type covers your text, It must have been winter, Still frame, no dice, Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still, It takes a luminescent hue, The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest, Still frame, no dice, Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete, With both your eyes open, I just kept pullin' on both your feet, Someday together we'll breathe for you, Bold faced type covers your text, It must have been winter, Still frame, no dice, Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still, It takes a luminescent hue, The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest, Still frame, no dice, Roll down your toes and know there's a shark on a hill, The long drive home is taking it's toll, We just need to rest, Still frame, no dice, Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still, It takes a luminescent hue, The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest, Still frame, no dice. |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives,
Had the ways and means to breach, The borders of easy street, And to blend right in, We all surrounded them in a white picket fence, Now both ends meet, Sufficed to say there's a time and a place, So I wait, For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for, While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line, That burns at both our good ends, Two peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child, Took one step more and went straight to the source, And to blend right in, They opened fire with their rain checks spent to make ends meet, Sufficed to say there's a time and a place, So I wait, For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for, While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line, That burns at both our good ends, Go on, paint the whole town red, I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess, And so I wait, Sufficed to say there's a time and a place, So I wait, For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for, While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line, That burns at both our good ends. |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink,
And they don't waste their time suspending disbelief, They face the facts with thinking caps, They map out and display, But that's not the only way, Common sense won't pay the rent and doesn't grow on trees, But splitting hairs can get you anything you need, Who would have thought connecting dots might get you to the point, But charity is a rarity almost as much as modesty, Take the bait and save however much it takes, Before you've made your wish however much it takes, Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink, And I don't waste my time suspending disbelief, Masterminds want bottom lines to map out and display, If I have every bit of faith, I won't be turning in my grave, Take the bait and save however much it takes, Before you've made your wish however much it takes, Take your own advice before you take a side, Run for middle ground, Take the bait and save however long it takes, Before you've made your wish however much it takes, Before you lie in bed, however long it takes. |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Lucky are the leaves of the clover,
She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools, Shifty are the eyes of the gambler, He's making his tricks -- and a job well done. Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence, He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things, Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe, Invoking a blue that's meant for us too, What small amazing things we will turn to rain, Lucky is a deer in the headlights, Those two are as thick as thieves - not a penny more, Shaky are the hands of the gun shy, He'd rather give up the ghost than stick by, Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence, He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things, Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe, Invoking a blue that's meant for us too, What small amazing things we will turn to rain, Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high, Drink to love while we wait for high tide, Keep it short, keep it brief, You have my word, Gather 'round while we wait for high tide, He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things, Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe, These spots, these seeds, like her, We're all a mess as though we all... |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,
A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've gone through ghost towns settle past, Hoping the risk was worth a cause, Oh, sound off the false alarm, But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity, I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied, It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back, If you could spare me forty winks, While you cry wolf and I count sheep, What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests, With backbones like a jellyfish, Oh, stomp on your land again, But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity, I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied, It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back, If you are keeping score then you are bound to win, A ring side seat at the main event, Oh, stomp on your land again, It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back. |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb
Retrieved from a teleprompter. Practical, you are not, Cause you break the ice with a cotton swab. A fever can cool us off, a handshake is a contact sport. No one was waiting to throw out the pilot. We'll float on the back of the winds that you send us. Another tomorrow, shedding the shade we made yesterday. Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder, then - Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies. Another tomorrow.. Another tomorrow fills up my front window. Outlasting the west wind and building ourselves in So fly, and grab my hand here comes the crash I live for the strong impact that render's both our airbags. Seven folds take very letter you send, don't fold if you're made to bend, rekindle the feud again. String up your harp, play like today will last five minutes. It won't take long to sing us a song to stop the sirens. Sing us a song to stop the silence. |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Too much patience,
No resistance, Within shouting distance, You can hear a blind man's bluff, Dragging names through the mud and still biting his tongue, The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers, While the ravenous all eat their fill, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone, Too much hog wart, Not enough hearsay, Always made the front page, You could use a fine tooth comb to get a word from the wise, Would be a welcome surprise, Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the failures that make me whole, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone, These walls don't talk, Even when somebody knocks, These walls don't stand, For anyone else but themselves, These walls don't fall, Even when gravity's failing us all, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone. |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
Glow, but don't shine
A fuse for a blueprint, devices my hands built Fought for these roads Walked the rain in my raincoat Drown in the flash flood For we are alive Give, givin' in, not used to Al Fresco Does the sun know... [Chorus:] Today I forgot the zeros and ones? Told you to conquer the rush Sunday I remembered paper beats rock Reached a mile high if I reached a foot Leop-leopard skin is not above or beyond No more a prince than a frog is Fought for these roads Not a check or a litmus Taken bites to avenge us For we are alive Give, givin' in, not used to Al Fresco Does the sun know... [Chorus] I'm figuring out the one thing he's not Is above or beyond And no one's packing up, taking off Or waving goodbye for me all alone [Chorus] Yeah |
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from Fair To Midland - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True / Intl Version (2008)
The sideways man walks on his hands
Can't keep from dragging his feet And when he tries I try They twist his arms to get a headstart Tycoons love hitting the jackpot To get back what they've lost He'd have to raise the bar The desert heat left us all in the dark Buried the sun so I carried the torch Head over heels with eyes on the prize I settled for less and it's more than enough Just say when Truth be told, I'd rather be sold Than juggle stepping stones But when he tries I try They all take part to get a headstart Big whigs love hitting the jackpot He's taking all the cheap shots The referee was wrong The way they left us all in the dark They buried the sun so I carried the torch The way they left our eyes on the prize I've settled for less and it's more than enough Just say when The way they left us all in the dark They buried the sun so I carried the torch The way they left our eyes on the prize I've settled for less and it's more than enough The way they left us all in the dark Head over heels just say enough Just say when |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
You should be counting your blessings
From the sky Your eagle eyes found the great blind faith I could be kicking the bucket But you should know I never had very good aim The right of way Is a wild goose chase It makes you wonder If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark It makes you wonder If the beaten path is the promised land If I worship the ground that he walks on And it winds up that he has two left feet Will he be walkin' on water? Cause you should know We never like to get our feet wet The right of way Is a wild goose chase It makes you wonder If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark It makes you wonder If the beaten path is the promised I got dizzy I got lost It makes you wonder If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark It makes you wonder If the beaten path is the promised land It makes you wonder (It makes you wonder) It makes you wonder (It makes you wonder) It makes you wonder And I'm just a stick in the mud |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
I went right back home
You would have done the same And never washed your hands If you knew they'd dig up dirt again It took a drought To wash her out So I was the sun That slapped the rain Until we all knew she'd go down the drain They're the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so Uh-oh I got a runnin' start and During my second wind Stirred up all the dust With an iron fist and her hair brush It was the prettiest picture you ever saw The prettiest picture not on the wall I heard a voice Covered my eyes Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies They're the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so I went right back home You would've done the same Don't dare wash your hands We both know they'll dig up dirt again I got a runnin' start And during my second wind had a fit Like the bitter son of abraham Hold your breath Did you see the light? Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice? They're the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so Uh-oh |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
Stay close if you wanna keep up
But don't get turned around. Go ahead for the bullseye my friend But know you're gonna get the horns. Yellow-bellies never have any guts But God, how he gets the glory. The West was won from a cheater with a gun And I hope he never lives it down. Yeah... Minced words from anonymous cowards Fell down from kingdom come. The threat and source from this obstacle course Had us cornered in a guessing game. Every attempt trying to kettle the fish Rolls right in it's way If I had to guess he's still making a mess Worse than any thunderstorm. Whoa... No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out No one went on a limb when he belted out Get gone! Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse Get gone! Let's stall like a Neanderthal That can't make up his mind. I'm not sorry if you've heard it before Broken records wanna make a case. The crop was stained, and I'm spinning the yarn, Our ears still opened up. If failed attempts were a lottery ticket You can bet I'd be rakin' it in. No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out No one went on a limb when he belted out Get gone! Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse Get gone! Get gone, I said... No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out No one went on a limb when he belted out Get gone! Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse Get gone! Yeah... |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
I smell a rat and just in case
I'll set up traps and you're the bait, surprise Surprise If curiosity kills cats, we'd better We'd better teach the cat to fight back I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try to kill me Oh, I fell to the floor Your eyes on mine The little man straddles the fence He never loses, never wins with confidence Then more power to him He doesn't need a telescope To figure out he's jumping rope, hand over fist I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try to kill me Oh, I fell to the floor Your eyes on mine I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try to kill me |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
If you croak I hope ya know I'm gonna toss you in the trash
You can't really blame us, we're only doin' what you asked If you have yourself a son, I'm gonna tell your baby boy That father time's chock full of lies So don't jump in just yet Doubting thomas deserves much more than we can give If we win the lottery, let's buy an island just for him So when that hurricane tries beatin' down the door We can make him bat its eyes until it can't see what's a-... Until we can't see what's ahead You can sew me in stitches And curse at the cautious While it lasts 'Cause soon we'll all forget If we croak I hope ya know it's gonna be in single files Hunting for models that were never worth the while Each one of us caught heat for throwing jack frost in july And staring at the sun till our eyes were done And we could not see what's a-... Until we can't see what's ahead You can sew me in stitches And curse at the cautious While it lasts 'Cause soon we'll all forget |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
here they come, shaking in their boots
they'll be skipping stones with your bones when these ants know where to find you and steal all your thunder the windows will shutter and i'll wear a tie (and i'll wear a tie) Were you shaking in your boots? Did it scare it you half to death? When you saw the falling arrows. Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight? Here they come Smashing the gate Swallowing swords with a song Now my throat's numb Where to find you Your bread and your butter Your deals lie in gutter You both will decide And I'll wear a tie. Chorus: Were you shaking in your boots? Did it scare you half to death? When you saw the falling arrows. Did you stop it in your tracks? Or join the whole stampede? Just to keep from spilling over... Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight? |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
ladies and gentlemen
we are in a little bit of a predicament he said take your time but didn't back his words heroes and holy ghosts which one of you steps on the others’ toes and then risks his neck like it's a moving target? you? was that just you being stubborn? can't you say pretty please? wasn't it an eggshell carpet that brought you to your knees? if the right built the anchor and the wrong have set sail i'm a whale, i'm a well, i'm a whale busy bees and worry worts we are not in the business of fireworks or turning heads that whistle in the dark sitting ducks and guinea pigs are the first to catch word of straws in the wind don't stop them remember this it's just two cents two cents never made you rich was that just you being stubborn? can't you say pretty please? wasn't it an eggshell carpet that brought you to your knees? if the right built the anchor and the wrong have set sail i'm a whale, I'm a well, I'm a whale you? i've shown my white feathers..! was that just you being stubborn? can't you say pretty please? wasn't it an eggshell carpet that brought you to your knees? if the right built the anchor and the wrong have set sail i'm a whale, I'm a well, I'm a whale |
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from Fair To Midland - Arrows & Anchors (2011)
When you cry, try not to smile.
You could fill up a lake with the tears of a crocodile. We were too young to be eating crow, as if I would know (I'm scared) 11 hours till the electric arcs (I'm scared) Send scorches through the sky (I'm scared) Then the whole earth opens wide And I cannot wait for the earthquake that buries us in a warm grave. The one-legged race, on our last leg. The will is yours, so just take it. The will is yours. I'd rather find Jesus outside of a book; the same thing goes for robin hood. Never darken my door again, if opportunity knocks, let's make him beg. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. Oh, where did you go? Bring a match while you feather your nest. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. I promise you, I will kill you right now. You could fill up a lake with the tears of a crocodile. (I cannot wait for the earthquake) You lead by the nose and always get lost. (to bury me in a cold grave) We always get lost. Get outta this town, hatchet men yelling timber will get us chopped down. Get outta this hell off this rusted train track you still take lying down. (So) Swing us around while you're armed to the tooth, keep yourself in the dark of some deep cobalt blue. (So) Swing us around by the skin of your teeth, writing us off in invisible ink. (So) Swing us around while you're armed to the tooth, keep yourself in the dark of some deep cobalt blue. (So) Swing us around by the skin of your teeth, writing us off in invisible ink. You can still find me between devils and deep blue seas in the desert's hands on a sheet of sand. A dry tidal wave over my feet of clay on unfinished glass, looking for greener grass. Trying to make the welkin ring, but all my sounds are boomerangs. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. Oh, where did you go? Bring a match while you feather your nest. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. I promise you, I will kill you right now. I promise you, I will kill you right now. Not today, not again; dress it up in stolen silver and garbage. |
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