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See the Time
05:25
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See The Time
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
When you get to the days where the sequences fall
and and the light is diffused on flickering walls
there are shadows that play like masters of light
an aquarium blue in the shivering night
when the doves fly off, a kaleidoscope dawn
the Italian palazzo, the tiny sparkles
you can see the time
you can see the time
you can see the time in a million directions
when the countries unite in a chaos of words
then the seams come apart, swarms of birds
a pebble in the water and the surfaces shatter
into thousands of mirrors of collapsible matter
and the universe is spinning like a disco ball
and there’s nothing big and there’s nothing small
you can see the time
you can see the time
you can see the time in a million faces of type
this is the letter ball
we have a way to disintegrate it all
you can see the time
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2. |
The Puppeteer
02:47
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The Puppeteer
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
C4 glow inside the palm of your hand and the dawn is cracking
horsehair trigger and you never get used to it
floorboards shaking and you push up the faders and the pitch controllers
higher and faster and you won’t even know what hit
move them just by looking at them and everybody do the puppeteer
Some stand up and then the beauties fall down into a haze of satin
turn down the heaters, pull up the diving rod
you don’t know but you’ve been told behind a badge of sulfur
don’t even listen ‘cause the flesh is the word of God
you are in the age of sleep and everybody do the puppeteer
pa da, pa da da da da
Swinging from the rafters and the flashing lights and the poetic license
pitchers of sound being ferreted down the stairs
wait for the coming of the end of the world and it sure ain’t frightening
pulling on the velvet rope, dancing in our underwear
raise your hands to laugh at the sky and everybody do the puppeteer
everybody do the puppeteer
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3. |
Obsidian
04:39
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Obsidian
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
Hang the obsidian men from the hulls of the craft that race across the sky
all we have left - they suddenly felt it was time to fly
hand in the wake of a dream they never had the gall to believe in what went by
diamonds and pearls, westchester girls on the license plate
riding the wave that brought them
we are the sound of the forest we ride
no germs and needles
no specks of dust and no goodbyes
back at the speed of light
suddenly watching the cars go by
oh hang the obsidian men
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4. |
Dancing on the Sill
03:02
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Dancing on the Sill
words and music by Justin Burrrill (Crabble Duro, BMI)
Your eyes have fallen sideways,
Your chin has found your chest.
The headlights on the cars out there,
Look like the buttons on your vest.
Dancing in the doorway,
Dancing on the sill,
Dancing out along the night,
Dancing as you will.
Patience, she waits for what?
Across the city calling,
She waits for what?
Trailing from the fences,
Swinging off the line,
Placing the situations,
Among the splintered pines.
Dancing in the doorway,
Dancing east to west,
Dancing out along the night,
Dancing without rest.
Patience she waits for what,
Across the city calling,
She waits for what?
Your Eyes have fallen sideways,
Your chin has found your chest,
Your falling into evenings,
That drone with no sense.
Dancing in the Doorway,
Dancing on the sill ,
Dancing every which way,
Dancing as you will.
Patience, she waits for what
Across the city call,
She waits for what?
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5. |
Night Watchman
04:23
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Night Watchman
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
Night watchman with your head in the air
Night watchman you can watch the evening sun go down
hey now, you’re so debonaire
Night watchman
you walk along the side of the town
Night watchman
Night watchman
Night Watchman
oh night watchman
you carry your things at your side
but there’s never enough oh no there’s never too much of this easter
you’ve got the falling of the tides, you were waiting for me
but I was already halfway to see her
Night Watchman
Night Watchman
oh night watchman
as you stand outside and you stare at yourself
the gates have all been penetrated
card shelf and the whispering pines
you live in the darkness, you live at the edge of a tunnel
I miss the sound of clacking and ink
everything is so 17th century
Night watchman
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6. |
Watermelon Alcatraz
04:05
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Watermelon Alcatraz
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
you’re locked up
we are you
don’t look up - this means you
house of gilt
glitterbest
down at the cat scan
heart of sides, extra-gen, double wide
confederated
the last one after all
accelerated
down at the glass hall
you can sleep
but you can’t relate
the dawn has come, it’s getting late
heart of sides, extra-gen, double wide
confederated
the last one after all
accelerated
down at the glass hall
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7. |
Garden
04:46
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Garden
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
When you walk through the garden of sin
where the silent faces are playing the mandolin
grappling with me
leaves like Stefan George but you have lost it
the light of the century fades where a local band plays
roads to the back of your mind
islands in the stream
beside the river of time, colloquy
racing against the path that runs forever
go home go on go to war at the dawning of the light
against the lines between designs of life
the empire rushes in
the fragrance of the beast
canopy of trees howling underneath
lost in the river of time but you have found it
a valley of desire where the flying fishes call to me
see them on the banks
her hand against his shank - they sigh
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8. |
Kindness
02:29
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Kindness
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
You’ve got the back of my hand filled with kindness
oh but the muscles of your man have denied me
to the neighbors in the way after seeing what done
The love of the common man does not exist
I need a master plan and pharmacist
to grant us relief from the falling leaves
Where are the souls of the ants and the molecules
the cage of sulfur and giant roads
that crawl through the night indomitable
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9. |
The Necessary Interval
03:56
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The Necessary Interval
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
Who cares? I got six million riding on this Jimmy (by whom I mean the minomian incomplete Scot)
can’t keep using numbers but they’re always in there for me
first we come to your houses or whatever you call these - these Tupperware domes
autumnal refuse of a jackass postal society, etc.
(rest of transcript unavailable)
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10. |
By The Wayside
02:20
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By the Wayside
words and music by Justin Burrrill (Crabble Duro, BMI)
We all fail and falter,
Ground our ships on craggy shores,
We steer storm-ward and hellbent
And stumble through the wrong door.
And it’s easy to let it go like that,
But you can Fall by the wayside
When you are drifting, sinking, spinning,
And your hands have nothing to grasp
And you want to get off the trolley,
But it is moving much too fast.
Well, it’s easy to let it go let that,
But you can fall by the wayside
When you are looking down the barrel
Of an endless summer day,
You can’t remember what you wanted
And you’ve got no friends to play
It’s easy to let it go like that,
And you can fall by the wayside
Fall by the wayside
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11. |
Trading Futures
03:42
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Trading Futures
words and music by Steve Gregoropoulos (Temple Bells, BMI administered by BMG)
I come from your backyard
to replicate in sod that’s fallen from my back
the scissor grinders dominate the wall
the San Franciscan bury-off
the horsine sense trading futures
A parrot of a man the psilocybin
catches as catch can, and late-arriving
we consummate them all
the French Policeman lives inside his walls of steel
the steering wheel trading futures
you can lead a water fountain
but you cannot mace a clat
we consummate them all
the French Policeman he lives inside his walls of steel
the steering wheel trading futures
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The Wild Stares Los Angeles, California
“Inscrutable, dense, manic, bizarre, intense, aloof, schizophrenic,” once wrote Option Magazine.
The Wild Stares,
formed in Boston, in 1979 by Justin Burrill and Steve Gregororpoulos, joined by Fran Miller Campbell toured Europe and the U.S. several times, releasing many recordings along the way and relocated to L.A in 1988 adding drummer Kyle C. Kyle before morphing into W.A.C.O. in 1993.
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