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When the music fades to black
And when your lighter's out of fluid
When the coppers throw the book at you
For doing something stupid
When you're jaded and you're lonely and the world's about to end
Just remember something beautiful is just around the bend
When the timing isn't right
And when the skies are looking dreary
When the stars all need aligning
But the lighting makes you weary
When exasperation strikes you and you've nothing to defend
Just remember something beautiful is just around the bend
When your love runs out of breath
And the duet becomes a solo
And when finding why you're here becomes a game of Marco Polo
You know, the thing about that game is that you'll always find a friend
Just remember something beautiful is just around the bend
Just remember something beautiful is just around the bend
Ya da da da, ya da da da
Ya da da da da da
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Week By Week
02:54
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Week by week we meet again
And promise not to leave and then
The 7th day comes ‘round the bend
When will the cycle end
Too poor are we to live alone
To move away and find a home
Too old are we to play pretend
Make happiness our own
And the summertime will tease us
It’s much too far away to please us
But nothing worth the day will come
Without the setting sun
Week by week I muddle through
The thought that gets me by is you
And I don’t know what more I can do
But know your love is true
And the summertime will tease us
It’s much too far away to please us
But nothing worth the day will come
Without the setting sun
Brighter days may not yet see us
But they’re the very things which keep us
Here long enough to stay in love
Perhaps it’s best if we don’t run
And turn our time to dust
And turn our time to -
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La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
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Jesus on the Telephone
03:22
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Let me out
Of these mental ward confines
So white and plain
Free my mind
From prescriptions that you write
I'm not the same
Young kid with the see-through skin
All arteries and veins
Spun out in the family car
Trying to make my way
Home
Are you ready to put me under
'Cause I'm ready to go back home
I don't care what the doctors told me
I spoke to Jesus on the telephone
He said, "Lace up your shoes
And quit playing the blues"
I'm gonna take me to a better place
Where the sun always shines
And the light in your eyes
Is always tended like a burning flame
Na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Write me up
On a list of who was cured
And what was slain
Like a glove
With the blood of who you hurt
I'm thrown away
Because I'm
Half-gone, don't know what I'm on
My vision blurs and shakes
You don't need a PhD
To be the one to break
Me
Are you ready to call my mother
And my father my sister, too
'Cause I'm going to higher places
And I'm so sorry I'm not taking you
So I'll lace up my shoes
And quit playing the blues
I'm gonna take me to a better place
Where the sun always shines
And the light in your eyes
Is always tended like a burning flame
Where the sun always shines
And the bells never chime
And the undertaker stays away, yeah
Na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na
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By the Willow Tree
04:53
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I woke up in a time machine
A dream constructed in a dream
All clocks and dials on the walls
And your voice was ringing through the halls
And I stepped out, stood there like a ghost
As I watched my life with you unfold
Since you’re the one I love the most
Nothing I saw will go untold
And by the time that you kiss me by the willow tree
I’ll be more in love with you than you are with me
By the first snow of the season, we will fall apart
And if I die, I’ll die of a broken heart
Oh
And I tried to hold your hand one day
Somehow, your fingers slipped away
And tension like a swinging gate
Swung on its hinges, sealed our fate
There’s nothing I can do to stop it now
Just hope we find some way, somehow
To pull the pieces back together
Tie the strings all worn and weathered
And by the time that you kiss me by the willow tree
I’ll be more in love with you than you are with me
By the first snow of the season, we will fall apart
And if I die, I’ll die of a broken heart
Oh
And your words came out so mean and cold
So doubtful and so cynical
But underneath the way you speak
I found a harsh reality
You lost your faith in me and you
And all the things we planned to do
And how could love just drift away
Why can’t we find another way
And by the time that you kiss me by the willow tree
I’ll be more in love with you than you are with me
By the first snow of the season we will fall apart
And if I die I’ll die of a broken heart
Ooh,
Ooh
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Summertime
03:29
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Champagne
02:41
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I wish I'd seen the war behind your eyes
You would think it's something I would recognize
Seen the silent armies, heard their battle cries
Watched the angels lifting bodies to the skies
I'll have you know that once, they nearly carried mine
But what else could I do?
And then I watched your armor slowly fall apart
Disassembled by a breaking human heart
So many times you've tried to rip it from your chest
Thinking carving out your love was for the best
I'll have you know I'll never love you any less
For what we'll never be
And nowadays,
I'm just a surgeon fixing other people's lives
But I still see the blood and canon fire skies
And I pretend the bodies that I'm fixing are my own
That's why the lacerated skin's so neatly sewn
Oh, I could use a little mending of my own
But in this sterile room, I'm never truly home
So we must find a greater surgeon on this earth
One who understands our hearts and what they're worth
Not just flashbacks to a vivid living hell
And not just chunks of metal sitting on a shelf
And all along your stillness was a cry for help
But how was I to know?
And how were you to know?
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Arizona Calling
03:56
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It's midnight in New Jersey and we are not who we were
I reach out for you in my sleep, wake up and shiver in the heat of summer
In fever dreams I make believe that you were mine to hold
But maybe I should cut it out; I'm 26 years old
I know I haven't talked about how much my daydreams hurt
And if I'm honest with myself, I'm slipping under and it's getting worse
They talk about sending me back to Tucson on a plane
And if they don't, I might just leave on my own anyway
It sucks to think that we were just more trouble than it's worth
And who was I to boldly claim you were my greater surgeon on this earth?
You left me on the gurney as they wheeled me down the hall
Gently telling me to hush because you weren't there at all
Here's hoping you forget my face by your wedding day
Sometimes, the people from your past are meant to be, and better off that way
But Arizona's calling me with peach and purple skies
I leave at six AM and I won't even say goodbye
My friend Jesse helped me settle in, but there's still more to do
I can't afford the trip back home to see you even if I wanted to
But Arizona's beautiful
You'd love the desert skies
Sometimes I wish I didn't leave
Without saying goodbye
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They’ll be drawn by the colors that you wear
They will praise your capacity to care
When they ask you to sell all you are because you’re rare
Don’t you dare, butterfly, don’t you dare
They will look not with love but with their eyes
Brandish wallets larger than their hearts in size
At the end of the night, they will strip your will to fly
So don’t you cry, butterfly, don’t you cry
Don’t you cry, butterfly, don’t you cry
They will take you to a garden by the bay
To a house where the art collector stays
At the end of the day, they will stamp you on a page
So fly away, butterfly, fly away
Fly away, butterfly, fly… away
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11. |
Meet Me In A Dream
02:44
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When I get to the river
I’m gonna drink it dry
And I’ll find all the memories there
We drowned with heaves and sighs
When I drink all the water
And lay down in the grass
Help me find the sleep I’ve lost
And lay with me at last
Couldn’t bear it if you kissed me
Don’t even say a word
So when she calls go running back
And give this dream to her
Go running back
Go chase the light, no
You have her heart
And we, we had our time, no
Go running back
Go chase the light, oh
Don’t lose her trust
Like I , I lost my mind
When I get to the river
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12. |
Walking Out Alone
03:46
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The feeling when you miss a step and fear comes flooding in
I don’t know where the shock will end or where the grief begins
As the procession marches in
She waits for you
Without a grin
And as the organ starts to drone
Its long and mournful tones
Take my hand and never let go
And as the double doors swing open
As she makes her journey home
I promise you today you won’t be walking out alone
When life throws you a dreadful hand, you must resume the game
Bitter as you play your card and tears stream down your face
And as the casket’s carried in
You realize
That no one wins
And as the organ starts to drone
Its long and mournful tones
Take my hand and crush all my bones
As the double doors swing open
As she makes her journey home
I promise you today you won’t be walking out alone
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
And so we walk with arms wide open
As she makes her journey home
I promise you today you won’t be walking out alone
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Machinery of the Human Heart New Jersey
Machinery of the Human Heart is the theater-pop child of Marvin Allister - trans and queer singer, writer, and pianist. The project is currently rooted in New Jersey, where Marvin hides in a dark purple room and writes the next MOTHH album.
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