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"You'd Prefer an Astronaut"
| Little Dipper | The Pod | Stars | Suicide Machine | The Very Old Man | Why I Like The Robins | I'd Like Your Hair Long | I Hate It Too | Songs of Farewell and Departure |


"Little Dipper"

If we both stand with absent eyes, and think about the oceans, watch 'em dry.
Then we can see far to the other side, it's you and I forever, and we don't have to hide.
We don't have to hide.

If we ignore the signals that mission control will send...it's one big ship ride anyway, this hell will never end.
And gaze out on what they left of the stars, all we see now we can take our songs.

You two've got just moments left to give, come back now and we will let you live.
Stay inside of our blue protective eye, we won't let them take you, we won't let you die.

My baby spins propellants, the system's set to blow, she's at the milky way now, exploding into snow.
And she's constructed flashpoints to cover up the sun, while I sleep under glass, I know that she'll wake me when she's done.

You two've got just moments left to give, come back now and we will let you live.
Stay inside of our blue protective eye, we won't let them take you, we won't let you die.
You two've got just moments left to give, come back now and we will let you live.
Stay inside of our blue protective eye, we won't let them take you, we won't let you die.


"The Pod"

Morning scatters in and I am steady like a drug feeling out this one.
She wakes up smashed as hell and steadies her ass against the rail, and bends before the pounding rain.
She had the widest bright ideas all along about my love, and I need this fucking fix and I beg her to pick from one of the billion ways to feel no pain.

The morning after bends reflected and I can hardly stand the way this whole thing makes me seem.
She climbs out from her dream with lungs hardly as she screams stereo scream, and bends before astounding rain.
She's got a system made of metal and magnet bits inside her brain, and she opens her box of tricks and begs me to pick from one of a billion ways to feel no pain.
She had the widest bright ideas, that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
Hold me uptight, let me breathe now.

She had the widest bright ideas, that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
And hold me uptight, let me breathe now.


"Stars"

She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

She's not at work, she's not at school, she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.


"Suicide Machine"

Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe yeah, but you.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait, wide awake and blue.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but me and you.

And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, unto everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.

Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
And sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but you.
And I had this one figured out, that's why the suicide machine is built for two, a simple sick device devised to overload on love to bring us colored dreams and soundtracked waves of fun.

And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.

Sleep comes to no one else like we have falling through the ground, fulfilling promises of endless summer nights, I'm losing ground, you're losing sound.
Somewhere through a thousand blues a dragonfly descends with just a whisper, I'm lonelier than God.
And all my wishes spin the fishes in the air and every one, a different shade of you.
And to the left where up is down now stands a zebra made of shapes of me, and silver and the sun, so bring no guilt with you up above the flat-line, let's just hit the sky exploding into one.


"The Very Old Man"

It's eerie and it's awesome how connected two pods scattered on the surface can become, lazy into one.
He knows lightning kills the other, she can't stand to watch his petals fall, it's better when cascades become like us all.

Afternoon a golden disengagement leaves a woman with a household left to fill.
Sit, and be still, send the voltage cross his ticker, watch the stars they start to flicker, and one by one levels fall.

Another drink my love, and make it tall enough so I can stand on it and see all you've done for me.
A world of curves and lines electric, remember how you strung the colored lights from Christmas tree to me?


"Why I Like the Robins"

The distance outside of you comes into focus, collapses away lovingly.
And hands to the glass and eyes to sky, glued to the south she waits to see.

She's looking for birds she met last fall, who said they would come back different from all.
She's waiting for six who know about sound, who'd promised to come back upside down.

And I like your raindrop collector, splash in my eyes and makes everything else look like you.
So hand me the glasses and teach me to use them, show me the window I want to look to.

I'll take the glasses and cover for you, you get some sleep and I'll stay 'til two.
I'm looking for six who know about sound, we promise to come back upside down.

She's got colors to spare and I don't care what they choose, I've got nothing to do and nothing like you left to lose.
She's got colors to spare and I don't care what they choose, I've got nothing to do and nothing like you left to lose.
She's got colors to spare and I don't care what they choose, I've got nothing to do and nothing like you left to lose.
She's got colors to spare and I don't care what they choose.


"I'd Like Your Hair Long"

I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground, you'd prefer an astronaut, someone to relate to and someone to command, and I will be a simple man.
I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, it's still the same to me.

It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun, and I will be an astronaut for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed, and I have everything I need.
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, you're still the same to me.

You're a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
You're a waste of a song.


"I Hate It Too"

Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds, I wish the ceiling was the ground.
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun to help me make up for this one.
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone and I can't remember what you do to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you.

And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there, not tonight.

If we break off gently in slow motion spinning outward into space, my hand, always firm and gently at the wheel, I discreetly hold my face.
And I need you to give it meaning, I need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing I do.

And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there.

And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there, not tonight.


"Songs of Farewell and Departure"

Before we steam and send, steady to the sun.
A simple tale of woe, your hearts will be undone.
A love song to everyone I know, arms wide open, here we go.

She weaves a trail of petals through the embryonic ice, her hair is warm to the touch, her flowers twice as nice.
And if he stands on the moon he can barely catch her eyes, always open to the sky.

And so we land only to find we never left the ground, please leave the walls and the floors exactly as you found.
A love song to everyone I know, arms wide open, here we go.
Here we go.
Here we go.
Here we go.

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