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Guided By Voices - Universal Truths and
Cycles
Wire Greyhounds
My tongue that moves slow
A minute before the evil street
Breath woman captures a ghost
Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff
Sit up and beg
For slivers of language
That the night air might offer
Pin back your ears
And feed...
Skin Parade
For Chrissakes, Charley
Send them your love
Pictures from happier times
When babies acted like babies
So did the grown-ups
The band played "We All Fall Down"
And some of us did...
Fly off the wheel
Travel highwired
There are movements necessary
Then there is unnecessary motion
It happens all the time
You can see it swim
In the skin parade
Where other objects move too
Right through you
To the other side
It is come alive!
It is come alive
In the skin parade
In the parade of skin
Celebrating this level
Of concrete movement
Wicked!
Zap
What of the blessings?
Of the tired arms waiting for more?
At times
And if you sleep
And the pressure is then off
Where has it gone?
What blazing white giant
Pulls off the darkness?
Is it good for you
To ask for assistance?
And to ask for it for others also?
Next time you get sick you'll know
You might even see
You'll see
Christian Animation Torch Carriers
Sometimes her mother will work with her
But There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong
So such is life that it writes itself
Trying to right itself
But There's nothing wrong with it
There's nothing wrong
And every single day without much to say
These apparitions raise a toast to their kind
The people who are these things
Are not afraid with you
And caring must go with the wisdom
Of their selections
Never can touch their sign language
So is the cost of sound barriers
Even as though she's still searching
For a cloud with a silver lining
We pray for her
She's burning slow
Out on a mission's light
Christian animation torch carriers
This is a shallow hole but faith makes it safe
Hiding inside a grave with no sound
No witness to see
With or without you
Christian animation torch carriers
However will you learn their sign language
However will you try to hide
Within their eyes?
Within them in life?
Cheyenne
Cheyenne - The face of pride never died
Cheyenne - The true blue water
Cheyenne - I celebrate for you and I
Sifting through the pieces of the broken prize
Cheyenne - I'm sending out satellites
Cheyenne - I'm hovering quite largely
Cheyenne - In paradox in suicide
Cheyenne in white
And if an innocent minute lives for the light
The time is right
Define a line
To hold back the night - inside
A single glimpse of purity
In a flickering light
Cheyenne sees right
Cheyenne - A drama not acted out
Cheyenne - In destiny stay gazing
Cheyenne - In witnessing if I'm to miss
Cheyenne in white
The Weeping Bogeyman
"Make it" comes alive
In my private glass tent
A portable mortuary
Going...
Going...
But not yet gone
'Cus when it does, it does and then...
The ancient practice
Of mourning the phantom
Do you really think he
Would choose to inhabit the pore
Where his container was planted?
...can't imagine that
Back to the Lake
How can I look through
Their senseless side?
As much as I'd like to
All is not right - and it shows
All around you
Under the tree - a seed
Come in closer
There is a sign
Shaped in the mind
Pick up - for God's sake
When we call you back to the lake
How can I tell you
All that is wrong
Nothing invites you
Can't get along - with you now
And I try to
There is a page
It's still unwritten
Why can't you find
Time in your schedule
To pick up...
Oh, pick up for God's sake
When we call you back to the lake
Make no mistake
We will call you back to the lake
Love 1
I dig the way you skim
Light and fried like creme brulée
Svelt melta - pussyheart
Sweet and unwrinkled
'neath a thousand pounds of clothes
(expensive ones)
Storm Vibrations
Does she blend well?
Your choice, I mean?
Your angel baby monkey girl
The gift of smiles and love production
Her sunshine mind
Her storm cloud eyes
Blending colors into brown
Confusing emotions - deliberately
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean?
And all the creases in your brow?
The red bed spread?
The storm vibrations?
The starless nights?
The shattered screen?
Allowing pain to enter
Let your guard/God down obviously
I will try to find you
No matter where you may go
It will try to find you
No matter who you may know
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean?
Factory of Raw Essentials
Circular beast exhibit
Factory of raw essentials
Wrong examples
Palefoot front runners
For disease control
And with ease you can roll
Away the stone
And find no remnants
Of goodness
Roll away the stone
And find no remnant
Of goodness
Everywhere with Helicopter
Eyeline the driveway
Eye black the door
Sky all around me
Levels life from roof to floor
Trees and knees are lovely
Seek it, find the core
I have grown to life
Like all in silence
Wait for more
Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to follow/swallow
When I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Sending off where lightning goes
(censor of the lightning ghosts)
I will try to fight them
I will let them nowhere to go
Try escape the pace
I'll say "God bless you"
Let me know
We know the answers
We fill us in
I do not diminish
Start to finish
Front to end
Everywhere with helicopter...
Pretty Bombs
Climbing up to greet you
And all the suns that shine above you
Pretty bombs will sing you
To sleep and you will dream of them
Out of one chance
Out of wonder
A secret box where hides it
They put their hearts inside it
No one has the keys
And so they lie to you
Loving arms attack you
With promises for when you check out
Are they so intrigued
By far off places over there
From inside their pretty cages
They creep out and up the hill
To follow them
Going places
All the same
Peeled in grace before the sunlight
Stripped of face and so the morning...
Eureka Signs
You tell me you've come to your senses
The coast is still in sight
Eureka signs - I'm slowing down
You had me to remind me
You told me to remind you
Hell in the eye of consensus
Approaching shreds of night
In bleakness, blind as the ocean's mind
You want to look behind you
You told me to remind you
The sinful eye
Offends you every time
Assailants' oversight
Their vision has no right
You want me to remind you
Every day it's the god awful same
I wanna go solo and drive
You told me to remind you
Wings of Thorn
My lonely mile
Is charming from above
Do not run my love
No one is harming you
Why do you dream
Of strange men in aeroplanes
And parachutes torn
By wings of thorn?
Your lovely smile
Should not be touched
Do not sip this poison
No one is hunting
No fox and no horn
Why do you fear
What takes to the air
Before it is borne
On wings of thorn?
Car Language
See the meaning of driving
And the driver insists
That you buckle up
Wild joy of traffic
And flashing metal interaction
And the mounting commotion
Could the driver resist
Selecting "simply no"
For last legs standing/
Auto-erotic satisfaction?
This is car language
Turned on by a signal
And everywhere we go
We do it fast
By automobile...
From a Voice Plantation
It
Who no longer can listen
It
Saw a gusty wind
Come up to listen
Before I was ten
and all of the evil grids
From a hill where rats consider
And they gang
And they topple
And they send a smoke ring
Into the onion field
A ghost!
And this can make you choke
Coming from the throat
Of a ghost!
And sent to my weak knees
From a voice plantation
All in together
In terror
The Ids Are Alright
How did I get to know ya?
How could I not?
All the time linking crimes in progress
With previous foul-ups
And we know secrets
And perfect cures
And once the answer
To all God's problems
Escaped us as quickly as it came
But that's O.K.
Because all things happen
Universal Truths and Cycles
As the icy breeze is shattered
By speaking to us warmly
(small ones stand up)
To the nation of duress
And God yes, it's a mess
We know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up
Forevermore!
I must try to believe this
And if I may consider
To look out from an opening
Of freshly painted lines
And letter perfect designs
For we know this and that...
Father Sgt. Christmas Card
Fight me
Fight me in practice
Up from a squelch
A ten point power plant
No planning a rant
You get a clear man
Hunting a heart
Backed away in his pig
Father Sgt. Christmas Card
Gone jogging
Gumming the fun tunnel
And answer to no one
And not knowing this
So God bless you
Continue to speak
Oh, God, bless you!
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