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Donovan's disguise
I know you better then you realize
inside the minds
a place in which you know
she cannot find
there's a drop dead blush
on the center line
and the lions cage
rattles loud alone
there's a bedroom sound
and a cordless phone
put all your faith in the garden gnome
there's a drop dead blush
on the center line
and the lions cage is out
there's a bedroom sound
and a cordless phone
put all your faith in the garden
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a fallen trench coat serenades
a French mistress behind the shades
as lip bomb sends a trip wire to a yield
on a frozen piece of city land
reveals a hidden hired hand
as gloves ignite into a feud
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
peels his vest and sheds his watch
to infiltrate the northern bloc
as signals fade in and out of hue
an English man in formal wear
lifts his hands to pay cab fare
as fountains leak into the sky
I'm not high I'm not suicidal
I don't want to be on American Idol
where the critics and fans I'm sure they'll adore me
but there words always seem to find a way to deploy me
white noise ejects from shoes
stomping patterns to a flute
evading balaclavas with their mints
barreling to a hotel room
drawers containing red perfume
send confirmations through the air
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
this ones black and this ones white
dusting over greedy knights
for a title not a name
jigsaws twist and jigsaws lie
bitter glass has changed its side
as the ladies float away float away
I'm not high I'm not suicidal
I don't want to be on American Idol
where the critics and fans I'm sure they'll adore me
but there words always seem to find a way to deploy me
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she's always there in the evening
there in the evening
there before the sun gets low
he's always there before the question
there before the question
now I guess it's time to go
she's always there in the evening
there in the evening
there before the sun gets low
he's always there before the question
there before the question
now I guess it's time to go
don't stop
dancing in the club light
dancing in the club light
now I guess it's time to go
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It starts with stools of tiny space
in a place where theres no oxygen
I am asleep
theres a brain dead philosopher
the suburbs where hugged by a night sky
white cells were riding the climate
flowers are blooming in her hair
and now her sunburns are everywhere
purgatory is a pretty high place
where you can find nothing at all
and a bedlamite to spare
mother nature is setting on a shelf
and I can see that she is getting pretty scared
and a bedlamite to spare
I can't sleep with you looking to me
so I went to a japanese market
my feet are numb
her telephones are ringing chaotically
transmitting furious lobotomy
her sister is crying in a quilted room
trying to relate to a bride and groom
im wondering where her sunburns are
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chandeliers are hanging from the clouds
like frosted rings of Saturn's wires
mesmerized by a carnival
playing games in intervals
chemical reactions change
I still feel the same old age
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm sick and tired of this fruitful living
let me be
oooh
platonic paranoia on the slide
rushing drops of -------
television in the living room
atom bombs and sci-fi films
vhs tapes in a stack
watch them all then rewind right back
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm getting tired
I think I'm sick and tired of this fruitful living
let me be
oooh
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I wasn't old
enough to know
the inquisition when I spoke
out in the suburbs
out on the beach
every night before the twenty first century
the campground were filled with smoke
1998
the ground was dry
the ground was bright
I couldn't see the light
and the seasons taste like paint
and the animals have all run away
it'll be alright
it'll be okay
every once in a while
someday
it'll be okay
someday
the terrible
rain it floods
the matches in the hand
were civilized
were in our place
I have watched a million days
out on the hills
out on the bay
bracing eyes on orange planes
I'm not a stranger
I'm not a clock
I cant keep up
and the seasons taste like paint
and the animals have all run away
it'll be alright
it'll be okay
every once in a while
someday
it'll be okay
someday
its just another day its just another day
its just another day its just another day
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It is there with you all the time
when you go
boarding trains and sporting a
a black trench coat
I heard it from a banker
who tried to a cross a fence
the letters that they send me
serve no consequence
she catches me in the rain
deceives me
retrieves me
she puts me in my place
she catches me where I lay
deceives me
retrieves me
she puts me in my place
now were crossing boarders
and town divides
with those who choose to play fair
with those who are afraid to die
I read it in a book
to hate the way that I look
is the place is this place is this the place
where I sign the dates
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the aged tree has a story to tell
about a vision of a faulty creation
reporters gathered for a story to sell
but he was the last of his generation
tipped his hat in a western bar
to signal an honest violation
this was the last that they ever saw
of Alice and her dry conversations
sixteen years stored underground
slaved away by medical clowns
Naugahyde erased her
Naugahyde erased her
In a vine and beginning to swell
the future holds new abominations
on a beach beneath soggy sand
the swollen purse fluctuated in payment
sons cover their ears
some reactions which they faked it
the people they talk
the people they heard
the sounds of the Naugahyde engagement
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figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
figs figs figs figs figs figs
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fashionable people with tight beveled ties
seductive mistress bearing confounded sight
waving a flag of prosperity
couldn't bring myself to mind
it happens all the time
when the world is fast asleep
you cant find the words to say
you know there's something wrong
her brooding conscience was a stab on the eye
with painted pictures of a religious figure
mysterious visitor
couldn't bring myself to mind
it happens all the time
when the world is fast asleep and you cant find the right politician to pay politician to pay politician to pay
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I'm alive
everything is wrapped inside
I'm alive
the airwaves are looking just fine
I'm alive
pedestrians are smoothing out below
I'm alive
my friends my friends I'm doing just fine
travel lightly over airspace and land
like disbanded sailors without command
travel lightly over airspace and land
like a senators daughter
with a flashlight in her hand
and its like standing on your knees
and its like standing on your knees
wheres the time
fossilized inside my pulse
wheres the time
my visions are now warped to size
wheres the time
dreams of modern life
wheres the time
my friends my friends I'm doing just fine
travel lightly over airspace and land
like disbanded sailors without command
travel lightly over airspace and land
like a senators daughter
with a flashlight in her hand
and its like standing on your knees
and its like standing on your knees
Its not the blues
its any color that you choose
its not the blues
whoa-oh oh whoa
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I started as a boy
I ended as a ghost
things you'll never know
we flew over the seas
to find a better way
but came back with nothing
he never jumped a fence
although he never tried
tears rolled down their eyes
theres no action to proclaim
the week is now a day
I'd rather be sound than safe
take me to a noisy place
my beach is full of gold
castles till the end
carpets warm and old
I'm dreaming of the days
the days have come to pass
the past can never last
so tired of the times
everything has gone
let me be alone
there's no action to proclaim
the week is now a day
I'd rather be sound than safe
take me to a noisy place
seasons come seasons change I will follow
seasons come seasons change I will follow
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released February 18, 2013
All song written, recorded, & mixed by Don't Snow.
Special Thanks to - Patrick Rutherford, Wayne Penley's House, Ryne Penley, Carmen Davis, Co-d Photography, Evandor J. Harmon.