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Brooklyn Museum Song
She a satellite circling the strange
He is an iron statue rusting in the rain
Round and round they flow never touching - touch and go.
Watching and waiting for the other one to know.

The leaves have long raked away
She wants to stay but cannot stay.
His horse is poised to run at the sound of the gun
but he's a stable one.

You were there you were watching too
Museum window next to you
Hoping and praying that they'd take the chance to touch.

In a subway car he had a feeling that he'd met a star
Seated across from him was a meteor, a meteor.

You were there you were watching too
There was nothing that you could do
Perhaps the waiting awaits no one but you…it's your move.

Carnival
I'm standing on a rock that's turning, funny thing how it can turn away.
Even though this rock keeps turning it just turns into another day .

Our hearts are filled with yearning. Funny thing how it can fade to gray.
What could hurt our little hearts more than having nothing left to say.

That light we think is burning at the end of the tunnel is a grave mistake.
There's no way to stop your hurting; there's no emergency break.

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This carnival , this spectacle.

Crosseyed farmers prayer
Words by Ethan McCarty and Gideon Kendall
Music by Ethan McCarty

Crosseyed farmers prayer, don't you make me come over there
and make you feel
better
Paraplegic's mom, drops a gentle bomb
she's the ugly version of everybody

Soft and chewy stars driving artificial cars
look within while grunting
I'm standing out of bounds,
I listen to the sounds of softly falling expectations
Locked in a barrel with a rare disease
Get it out before it gets to me
Locked in a barrel with a rare disease
In a warehouse full of identical barrels
She cried before and after, or was it really laughter?
Locked in a barrel with a rare disease
Get it out before it gets to me
Locked in a barrel with a rare disease
In a warehouse full of identical barrels

Floating Away
Floating away, just a little bit more each day
laughing alone, they roll and roll -- floating away
Spiraling backwards, memories peeling off me now
like strands of DNA now, baby doll, spiraling away
You're falling back, better than falling down or leaning on,
order another round and round and round -- falling back and back and back
I'm floating up again. I can hear the angels laughing, ha ha ha
it's all a knot it's not a not it's not for naught

Looking Back
Passion fades to hobby as all the fruitless searches run.
No one knows the winner by the medal he's won.
As for occupation what have you honestly done?
Can you say the past ten years fit the schemes you envisioned when young?

Looking back from looking forward, leaning toward a cliff that gently falls away.
Did you step or did you stand? Stick with the plan?
The calling to the falling falls away.

Identity long jettisoned, but anything that will get us in's ok.
If the ivy league of liars is your sole support, at least you got paid.
Did you make the right calls, did you make the wrong calls, did you call at all?
What's that sadness in your laugh? Is it too late to call it off?

Looking back from looking forward, leaning toward a cliff that gently falls away.
Did you step or did you stand? Stick with the plan?
The calling to the falling falls away.

Looking Glass
Walking down that street one day, I ran into my little baby.
She turned around from nowhere and said, "Honey, I think you're better off dead."
Looking glass, but she could not see.

Well, down in New Orleans they say, "It's time for the wiseguy to comeout and play."
Arm in arm and hand in hand we walked, but just a friendship is what my baby stalked.
Looking glass, but she could not see.

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About the time the sky was looking rainful, my poor relationship got painful.
Ooh my baby got disdainful and I said, "Hey, Eth, you better get abstainful."
Looking glass, but she could not see.

Now you see what I get when I break all the rules, the rules that are set.
I grab the local girls by their minds and in the dirt I get left behind.
Looking glass, but she could not see.

More Blood than Beer
Never thought you would show up
Never thought you would grow up
Never thought you'd see the day when you'd wave smiling goodbye, invisible friends.
It's hard to zig when your zaggin'
hard to catch up when you're flaggin'
You can hardly hear the sound of your feet upon the ground 'cause you walk in some else's shoes
Damn, that's some kind of beautiful exploding nothing that you've got there.
When it breaks my heart, I'm not reallybrokenn 'cause I'm not really there.

Tip back a pink and clear,
More blood than beer, more blood than beer
Truth in the face of tough choices
Can be said, can be unsaid.
Don't wanna be that guy,
Don't wanna be that guy with that girl.
What you mistake for delight would keep you up all night
and put a tarnish on your pearls.
This is not a love song,
this is not a love song.
I never thought I'd see the day when you'd give me away,
but I guess that this is it.
Tip back a pink and clear,
More blood than beer, more blood than beer
Truth in the face of tough choices
Can be said, can be unsaid.

Parallel Life
I live a parallel life cut up by a double edged knife
dreaming and believing that there's always something better
I'd flip a coin and let it ride, but frankly I just can't decide
There's heads, there's tails -- I always want another.

You say I live in I-Don't-Know-Land.
Where is that? I don't know, man.
I wanna eat my cake, but I wanna have it too now.
Somewhere between my cutoffs and my coatsleeves
there's a delicate synthesis combining the two.
It's elusive and the path to it's abusive.
Is it hiding or is it not there at all?

When I die, I die deeply divided
'cause I tried to live no compromises.
When I die, I die double sided
'cause I tried to live no compromises.
Take my friend, struggling to the end
won't give up just a little bit -- not for a buck.
Or this guy I knew, he'd sell his soul to you --
wear a suit and tie poke you in the eye tell a lie -- didn't give a fuck.
Neither life's for me,
I'm somewhere in between --
always feeling stupid 'cause I'm always feeling torn.
When I die, I die deeply divided
'cause I tried to live no compromises.
When I die, I die double sided
'cause I tried to live no compromises.
A ticking clock is one cruel negotiator
only so much that you can put off for later.
Indecision ain't nobody's savior.
And putting off making your mind won't even save you that much time.

Pogue
Pogue stands, hands grasping a metal pole --
hoping that she will not fall when the train begins to roll.
Though Pogue is only twelve years old she's in the know.
Hearing thoughts from strangers' heads, she could explode, but keeps it down instead.
When Mamma wakes her she forsakes her, she's privyy to thoughts within her mother's mind, "I wish I were young again and free."

Way, way, down, down deep inside she knows
Way, way, down, down deep inside she knows -- she knows.
Pogue hangs from her mother's coat sleeve on the way to school
searching strangers' brainwaves for informations.
It's a pretty world for pretty little girls.
Pogue sees it differently -- through the tired musings of commuters.
Most times, the thoughts she hears is normal stuff like "'m running late" or "My hair looks great" or "Wouldn't it be nice if the trains could run on time?"
Sometimes, the thoughts she hears they push her soul -- she'll lose control of the power that makes Pogue such a very special girl.
Way, way, down, down deep inside she knows
Way, way, down, down deep inside she knows -- she knows.

She Counted to One
She counted to one
She paid for the view
She'd cut down a tree
If it'd let her see more
She's barely alive
When she pops in the mix
She turns her head then
Shoulda been great
It coulda been fine
She goes for the zen
Instead of heaven

Hidden meaning behind her stars
Maybe this time, she'll find love at the bars.

Snowblind
G D Em A
Bridglet: G to A on bar chords w/out bar

I am snow blind
I lost direction, fall behind
How will I find my way this time?
A year of summer and I've lost my mind's
Eye view of the finish line.
It can't be very far as the cold sets in and the snow falls down
The silent track I leave upon the fading ground
And though I am snow blind
And though I am snow blind
And though I am snow blind
I've walked this storm before and survived
Despite the whiteness I will find my way and I shall see just fine.

Stealing Kisses
She never cried her love to me; I loved her the same way.
Even walking side by side, she took the higher plane.

If our romance was anything, it was a perfect post modern fling.
She sent me copies of pictures of us, I sent a silver ring.

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You can't have a lover with no feet on the ground.
You can't have a lover who's never around.
If your lover is leaving town you'd better watch out, she'll bring you down.

Stealing kisses in Paris to San Francisco Bay.
Meeting up in Miami for a couple of golden days.

I hear her voice but I'm just thinking aloud.
I smell her perfume when I walk through the crowd.
She's stuck in my heart, she's stuck in my head
But when she got on a plane, she left me for dead.

You can't have a lover with no feet on the ground.
You can't have a lover who's never around.
If your lover is leaving town you'd better watch out, she'll bring you down.

Sunnyday
Well this sunny day talks to me, radiantly calling out my name.
I want to get outside and walk around a bit, no sunny day ever feels the same.

The windows shine like laser beams eradicating all that seems to break apart from the temporary calm.
The beggers and the dealers and the hookers and the stealers the broken bums on benches and the conmen and their henchmen are freed from their painful lives, the misery and the lies.
It's the brightest light, that which put out our eyes.

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Well today's the day for chewing gum, the perfect day to share some of my bread with a beggar by the train.
Walking past an old blues cat playing sax, coins in his hat, today's the day to spare a little change.

I'm easily deceived I want to see the side of you and me for which on sunny days like these I pray.
Impossible, you say.
Often I feel the same - we act insane - but on sunny days like this I hope we can all be saved.

Thanks Dad
Words and music by Ethan McCarty
Tune the low E string up to G
The chord progression is essentially G to C a couple times and then D to C to G

We first met in your hands
It would take some time but you would make me a man
Give me the things that you never had,
So much more than a father to me…thanks, Dad.

Take me ice-skating, pick me up from the pool
Keep me laughing by playing the fool
Listen when I'm sad, so much more than a father, thanks, Dad.

Trips to Squire's Castle kicking autumn leaves
Combing back my hair or rolling up my sleeves
Cooking up chicken soup and taking care of me
So much more than a father to me. Thanks, Dad.

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Take me to the dentist to get my teeth made straight;
Make sure that I'm eating right - even the foods that I hate
Even when you're bad, you're the best that a boy could have

You put up with my bullshit when I came home late at night
You're the voice of reason when I'm looking for a fight
Even when I'm bad, you're the best to. Thanks, Dad.

We first met in your hands
It would take some time but you would make me a man
Give me all the things that you never had
So much more than a father to me. Thank you…Daddy.

This Isn't Rocket Science
Don't stop, you've gotta act
don't even dream of kicking back and relaxing
you should be taxing your every thought

What's that promise that you bought, has it held value or lost?
Don't you know that you are getting older?

With every step a second take,
call a stumble 'lucky break' -- you'll either make it or you'll fake it.

With the choices in your hands, God is laughing as you plan
You'll either rock or be 'the man' -- it's complicated.
This isn't rocket science
with days and dreams divided
We can't trust stars to guide us anymore.

Time tears into me, time tears into you
as we clutch our heads and figure what to do

Wouldn't it be nice if...
if we had twice as...
Wouldn't it be nice if we had twice as many choices?
This isn't rocket science
with days and dreams divided
We can't trust stars to guide us anymore.

Tropic of Candycorn
This train hurtles through a city through a fog.
A bag falls off the rack when it changes tracks.

I'm twenty-one tonight says a boy from California drinking wine.
He's looking for a field to plow. He says to me he knows how.

Halfway between two twons in Belgium I found a man
Who couldn't take it anymore - but who ever claims they can?

When they pulled him from the water his arms still reaching for the sky
Like he was praying but this man was paralyzed.

Halway between two floors the elevator stopped and starts to hum.
I am not that man no I am not that boy - but I am still someone

Staring at the wooden paneling wondering if they'll come
And though it seems as though I have traveled far I know I've just begun.

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Sailing through the Tropic of Candycorn
The sky is clear but there is sure to be a storm.
The water's rough man, but that's the norm.
There's wind in my sails and open ports.

Wherewithal
It's not easier to hide your head than hear what's said to you.
Don't be schooled, no don't be ruled. Or you'll be fooled by you.

Open your eyes, you'll be surprised by the choices that have been made for you.
Don't hesitate to reserve the fate to be occupied by you.

The truth is that the Goddess is the God you'd thought had out-cooled you.

(You're that) Stupid Kid
Trust in you, 'cause you would never lie to anyone but yourself
You've got it all worked out -- you got religion licked same for society

You do what you please and you get away with what you need
You get you're kicks in at their expense, they may cry but it's all the same to you.
You're as fake as you need, you take what you please
Won't they just cut another break for you please?
You are always trying to gain more ground.
Just a minor set back when you catch flack for all of your attacks
You keep 'em coming but you're running scared.
You'd think that you'd admit to it when there's a hiccup with your plan
but the problem only surfaces when you are all alone.
You're that stupid kid who kicks himself in the ribs
You deserve what you get --
The beer, the drugs and the cigarettes.
When you step outside of yourself you can count the holes in your best defense
you tip the bottle back to drown out the noise

Too bad your self destruction doesn't stop right there --
you take a breath and push back your hair --
This is where the punishment begins, too bad it doesn't stop for you.

You're that stupid kid who kicks himself in the ribs
You deserve what you get --
The beer, the drugs and the cigarettes.