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Ass Ponys lyrics - The Known Universe

Some Kind Of Fun

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The quiet one, the one named Steven Listens to the voice of reason They miss him at the kitchen Where he's given daily bread Another one, the one named Harry Vegetable or visionary Said he had a dream with Steven Flying overhead He watched him until he lost him in the sun He must be having some kind of fun A thousand miles, a world away A woman starts another day She drinks her mud and draws a tub And waits for it to fill A box arrives with nothing in it Setting off her head a spin It goes round and round and round Until it all begins to spill Before she knows another day is done She must be having some kind of fun And she says, “Don't pray for me.”

The Ballad Of Love And Hate

Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. My vacation's ending. I'm coming home late. The weather was fine and the ocean was great And I can't wait to see you again. Hate reads the letter and throws it away. "No one here cares if you go or you stay. I barely even noticed that you were away. I'll see you or I won't, whatever." Love sings a song as she sails through the sky. The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes. And everyone knows it whenever she flies, And also when she comes down. Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street. Every stranger and drifter he greets. And shakes hands with every loner he meets With a serious look on his face. Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow. Carrying with her the good things we know. A reason to live and a reason to grow. To trust. To hold. To care. Hate sits alone on the hood of his car. Without much regard to the moon or the stars. Lazily killing the last of a jar Of the strongest stuff you can drink. Love takes a taxi, a young man drives. As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes. But tears follow after, at the end of the ride, 'Cause he might never see her again. Hate gets home lucky to still be alive. He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive. The clock in the kitchen says 2:55, And the clock in the kitchen is slow. Love has been waiting, patient and kind. Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign, That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind, Will make it back safe to her arms. Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door. Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor. He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?" "I'm yours and that's it, whatever. I should not have been gone for so long. I'm yours and that's it, forever." You're mine and that's it, forever.

Ideas Are Like Stars

Carpenter Mary-Chapin "A Place In The World"
Today Joseph is sitting alone, With occassional nods to the waitress. She tops off his cup while she's snapping her gum, Making her rounds on the lunch shift. And counting out coins, he leaves them arranged, In neat lines and circles and arcs. She just stares at the tip that spells out her name, Ideas are like stars. And yesterday pedalling down 4th avenue, Between the stalls and the bookshops. The sepia tones of a lost afternoon, Cradled a curio storefront. And inside the air was thick with the past, As the dust settled onto his heart. And here for a moment is every place in the world, And ideas are like stars. They fall from the sky, they run round your head, They litter your sleep as they beckon, They'd teach you to fly without wires or thread, They promise, if only you'd let them. For the language of longing never had words, So how did you speak from your heart? Yet here is a box that swears it has heard that, Ideas are like stars. Tonight Joseph stood out in the yard, As Debussy played from the kitchen, His celestial companions 'til morning's first light, Shone overhead and he listened. And who was that shadow there by the gate? Who was that there standing guard? It was only loneliness and lonliness waits, And ideas are like stars, Ideas are like stars.


I MOTHER EARTH "Blue Green Orange"
Though the sign says 'Monterey: forty light years from right here, ' We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view, dream-like, rolls away, while every song you hate is playing in your head softly a loving sound Now the quiet never stays porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays keeping me awake with this fine knit elastic cloud, stretching out living new age golden days but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost Fascination, overkill and sensation whole and violent when you're high you might touch down in gardens of gargantua when all the world is spinning say hello to him from all of us when all is all undone and sung without a sound over the always nobody elevates hoping for enlightning voices out of nowhere fastened tight crashing light into walls if you look around at all you might feel small where the soul lives where the whole thing is going down Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind, rain and everything and though the hum and sway gets me down I'll find the way to peace and openness but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact I'm waiting for everyone to shut up...

No Rhyme, No Reason

Jamie Walters "Jamie Walters"
This fading light must be playing a trick on me. How did you walk across the room change the world I see. I lost my breath, lost my sight, And the room began to sway. I look at you, oh. You leave me nothing to say. CHORUS: Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason. It's just a mystery. Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason. For what you do to me. This kind of thing was not supposed to happen to me, All the walls I built up came apart so easily. Some kind of spell that I can't shake. Got a hold on me, Now I don't know if I ever want to be free. CHORUS Oh I'm falling into the mist, And I'm face to face with a life of emptiness. Oh I want to run. But I can't move, Don't want to give in, But there's nothing I can do. I lay awake try to sort out what is true, I close my eyes. But all I see is you. I'm like a ghost. I'm like a shadow, And I can't go home, You shake the ground. Hey. That I'm standing on. CHORUS

All For A Woman

All of these grateful looks All these grateful eyes All these furious stares, these fretful sighs Promising everything To everyone "We'll be back soon, You're my favorite one" "I'll keep it quiet" "I'll hold you dear" The whispering fills the ear "Tell me you'll stay, We would have such fun" And the lie you don't need anyone And the screams, the wails, and the calls The headiness of the fall Ten thousand miles from where we began I fell asleep with a picture in hand It was all for a woman You say that you're grateful for the time alone Two years away, "No, I don't miss home" And someone asks you if you ever think of her And you smile politely and you demure But then all at once your head starts to swim And you can feel her breath on your skin You find that you stare at the same spot for days She's above you, below you in ways And you're shivering cold Like you're just ten years old And she's lying asleep in your bed And you're standing beside her The light from inside her Filling up the darkness in your head It was all for a woman And you've drowned in the teasing You've forgotten the reason The muse inspires the art You'd give anything for her to say them once more The words you believed at the start Ten thousand miles from where it began Falling asleep with her picture in hand It was all... it was all For the look in her eyes For the promise and the lie of a woman

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