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Coattails of Krishna
03:55
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Well I’ve held hands with Radha
In the east hills at dawn
But, on the coattails of Krishna
Isn’t where I belong
That was before Ni Lamani
Though the child is still young
Now I’ve become Mouse Lee
And my end has begun
So if you go down to Vrindavan
My friend you’ve gone far
Where Krishna and Radha have gone
Kusum Sarovar
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2. |
Colours of Fall
03:09
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I miss the fingers of love
Wiping the tears from my cheek
Soft is the down of the dove
Please let us not speak the name
Just as luster rusts, we return to dust
I miss the ones I’ve never met
I miss the ones I won’t forget
I miss how time kisses the dawn
How I do miss those who are gone
I miss the colours of fall
Greens and grays of the rain
Sad as a thimble is small
To leave without saying goodbye
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3. |
Phantoms
04:36
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4. |
House by the Sea
01:57
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Gray of morning, is inspiring
In the House by the sea just before the sun
Living bores me, life is tiring
Fortunately, endings eventually come
Should we all sleep, as the walls weep
We in turn owe them gifts of chamomile
Once the tea steeps, let us all drink
From the breasts of dreams as infantiles
I invite in, other Indian
Share my bed, my dreams and our recipes
Some are knapping, obsidian
Alvin’s Arrows quiver and rest with me
Gray of morning, is inspiring
In the House by the Sea just before the sun
Living bores me, live is tiring
Fortunately, ending eventually come
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5. |
Choking Vine
05:38
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I don’t believe in time, though I believe
I’ll hold your hand in mine, before I leave
Tomorrow there will come, a ship of brass
With room for only one, and sails made of stained glass
There grows in a bell jar, a choking vine
With nothing for to mar, can only pine
We’re swallowed by the day, and by the year
The pendulum sways, there’s nothing left to fear
I been in bed with thieves, of broken hearts
And as the doves will grieve, when torn apart
I’ll miss you once you’re gone, but until then
Your memory is fond, yet my heart is pending
I don’t believe in time, though I believe
I’ll hold your hand in mine, before I leave
Tomorrow there will come, a ship of brass
With room for only one, and sails made of stained glass
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Prince Vic
04:47
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Prince Vic’s interview, Prince Vic’s cologne
Prince Vic is onto you, Prince Vic is alone
Prince Vic is known for Prince Vic’s quirks
But, buttons are missing from Prince Vics’ white shirts
And I’ve got bad news for you darling
Prince Vic is going home
The gesture you made was charming
But, Prince Vic is leaving alone
Victor is gone, Prince Vic remains
Right is wrong, Prince Vic complains
And in Prince Vics’ parade, Prince Vic was hurt
Now buttons are missing from Prince Vics’ white shirts
And I’ve got bad news for you darling
Prince Vic is going home
The gesture you made was charming
But, Prince Vic is leaving alone
Alvin arrived at Prince Vics’, parade
While one thought crossed through his mind
He said I’ll shoot down Vic with an arrow barrage
And Mouse Lee observed from the stage
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Canon Beach
03:45
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I wrote your name near mine
They washed away with the tide
And time turns us to glass
But, glass breaks just as does the tide
Canon Beach’s sands
Are a soft as I remember your hands
When I had this dream
But, my dreams end with heavy sighs
Canon Beach’s Sands
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8. |
Quaint Pine Casket
05:31
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In the elegant halls of Mr. Mouse Lee
Here you will find his madness, you can’t touch a thing
On the decorative walls, here you will see
Ornate glasses and plastics shellac everything
Life is a bore so I don’t think we’ll be staying long
And when Mouse Lee dies and tears come in waves
I’ll miss his quirky mouse magic, and rich cooking
And when Mouse Lee lies in some unmarked grave
In a quaint pine casket, I think we’ll sing
Life is a bore so I don’t think we’ll be staying long
Never forgotten the magic of Mr. Mouse Lee
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Mirror and the Hourglass
05:26
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Between what is not and is
Something dies where nothing lives
Disappearing sail and mast
Mirror and the Hourglass
Vanquished by the sieving sand
Seconds hold the minute’s hand
Where go all the moments passed
Mirror and the Hourglass
Into the reflective maze
Fix your stare, watch your gaze
Motions your mime reenacts
Mirror and the Hourglass
Pull the key out in reverse
Hide it in tomorrow’s purse
Sharpened swords, blades of grass
Mirror and the Hourglass
Comb your hair so subtly
For you may end violently
So, bend your neck but, not too fast
Mirror and the Hourglass
Neither hurry nor delay
Where you’ve been, where you will stay
When the curtain falls at last
Mirror and the Hourglass
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