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The Great Expanse
03:49
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We are plasma of the void
Quantum tunnels, caves and tunnels
As we do the dance
Silver seedlings in the sea of darkness
And we explode into leaves of lotus
In the Gr8 X-pants
Round and round in sound we go
Endless streaming beacons beaming
From distant worlds
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Looney Brook Road
06:39
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Haze heavy, shadows and light
A fountain of darkness on the road tonight
Picking at the ice just to get down to the stone
Hoping there’s life at the end of the tunnel
Oh, it’s a bad sign, when the black tide
flows over the road to home
You might be a slave
You might be a saint
Who’s gonna save him, from the same thing,
that saved me?
Hey, it’s scary when the jury’s out
Deadlock swimming in a sea of doubt
Picking at the flesh just to get down to the bone
Looking to the light when the gavel goes down
You might be a slave
You might be a saint
Skin on a bone-structured cage
We go out the way we came
With a given right to choose
A better version of the truth
We’re all just monkeys on a swing
Who learned to pray and write and sing
Who would kill ya just to prove
A better version of the truth
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know and neither do you
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Slowlow
04:30
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The Drain
04:05
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Rome was built to burn
Its roads were paved with scorn
The truth was lost within the noise
Seeing is believing with no choice
So walk me out in the cold redeeming rain
Your dirty kiss has gone and left a stain
Baby, won’t you please come clean?
You pulled the plug you got me
Circling around the drain
You stole the keys to my door
You pierced the shield of my soul
The truth is there In disguise
Weeping is my heart bleeding through broken eyes
Walk me out in the cold redeeming rain
Your dirty kiss has gone and left a stain
Baby, won’t you please come clean?
You pulled the plug you got me
Circling around the drain
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Queen Kong
04:11
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Last time my hairy head caught fire
I was lying face down in the funeral pyre
Then the big black mountain opened up wide
It said wake up rise and shine
Tinker Bell and that crazy Mary Shelley
They was getting it on in the No Town Library
With the pixie dust fused with the Dewey decimal system
Got to lay low, play heavy
Make way for the night, it’s coming right at ya
It’s misbehaving time down at the rapture tonight
Queen Kong woke up at dawn
Polished her brand new megaphone
And walked down the streets of No Town at dawn
Screaming wake up here comes Queen Kong
Make way for the night, it’s coming right at ya
It’s misbehaving time down at the rapture tonight
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The Rita Effect
08:20
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I finally found a spot in the city parking lot
I took out a quarter and put it in the slot
Of the blinking meter but it got stuck
I said to Miss Rita, can you put away your book?
At least hold off on the flatbed truck
While I go down to the grocer and change my last buck
The air got heavy and the day got long
When I got back my wheels’ were gone
So we moved up here and had a couple of kids
With a couple of misses and a couple of hits
A couple of holes and red-knuckled fists
Moments of hell, moments of bliss
But I never got a handle on what went down
Never got the lowdown on what went wrong
Everything I lost is only what I’ve found
I’m glad I gave it up for the fertile ground
I’ve been thinking in terms of circles a lot
Looking for the hands on the digital clock
Thinking and blinking and a ticking the talk
Wondering what we’re gonna do if time just stops
I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, what if we’re just stuck?
Going around in circles like a spinning top
You start to feel the warble and just before you drop
Someone comes along to pick you back up
So we go back to the beginning at the end of the line
Am I closer to birth or closer to dying?
Do I give up the hard work or keep on trying?
I like to smoke a bit of pot, drink a little wine
I try to get sober, I try and stay high
Try and laugh a little more than I cry
Maybe share a bigger portion of the piece of the pie
It’s a natural conundrum of the average guy
A natural conundrum of the average guy
At the end of our days
Will we burn out like a candle dripping hot wax on the cold ground?
Will we fade away?
Will there be a light on whenever we get home?
Will it all be explained?
You better hold on and don’t let go
It’s a mighty long road and it got holes
It‘s got ice and it’s got snow
Detours where you wouldn’t want to go
It winds and grinds and rolls and flows
It winds and grinds and rolls and flows
Sometimes you follow
Sometimes you’re the leader
But we all got to pay the same damn meter
It got me thinking back to good old Rita
If it wasn’t for her, I’d never be here
If it wasn’t for Rita, I’d never be here
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Bow Thayer's music features his custom Bojotar and fuses experimental elements with Americana, rock, bluegrass, and folk, resulting in a singular, progressive sound that has earned descriptions ranging from “Green Mountain soul” to “modern backwoods music.” American Songwriter says this "onetime Levon Helm compatriot is the best artist to come from New England in recent years." ... more
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