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Arcadia
02:43
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ARCADIA (Shirk)
Come on, bear witness to me
On the way back from your house
At 100 miles-per-hour
Driving with my eyes closed
There’s something all around you
There’s something all around
I knew you’d listen to me
I’ve got a murmur in my heart
I give myself a headache often
From listening to you so hard
But I’m still optimistic
It’s a flaw that I’ve got
I’m sleeping with the windows open
I’m dreaming with the lights on
There’s something all around you
There’s something all around
Arcadia
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2. |
The Goal Keeps Moving
03:35
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THE GOAL KEEPS MOVING (Shirk)
We burn a candle for the pilots
Who circle so high, undecided
I hope that they can see what we can see
Stay awake you have the feeling
We're looking for but never reaching
What we dream of, oh, when we dream
The Goal keeps moving away from me
The end is miles and miles away from me
We tried to break up all this silence
With lingerie and empty eyes
Motorcycles droning sleeplessly
We fold our arms you know we tried
Place a coin upon each eyelid
Highway sounds will lull us right to sleep
The Goal keeps moving away from me
The end is miles and miles away from me
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3. |
Old Suburban Houston
00:58
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OLD SUBURBAN HOUSTON (Shirk)
Trust me, I know what you’re thinking
Can’t of helped but think of it first
Back in Old Suburban Houston
We were the only ones left on the Earth
So why is it I
Am on my way back
Home?
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4. |
Alarms
04:17
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ALARMS (Shirk)
I know all there is to know
I say as you applaud
There is more to this
But not much more than what you’ve got
And all that other stuff, you know
Is just some cheap mirage
Reach out, your hand will pass through
What you thought that you wanted
I’ve been everywhere there is to go
I say as you applaud
I threw a line away last Monday
Without second thoughts
Now I’ll put back on my pin-stripe suit and tie
And play the ukulele
Like a man who knows he’s dying
So hold on
Now they're sounding the alarms
So hold on
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5. |
Inner Star Wars
03:16
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INNER STAR WARS (Shirk)
Let them hear you talk
Let them interrupt us
Tell us about another plane (place/ vale)
We will see there are no walls
We will find everywhere
We will find that nothing is separate
Let it all go
You and I are stardust
Let us belong to the Hidden Vale
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6. |
Prisoners of Zenda
02:12
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PRISONERS OF ZENDA (Shirk)
I was seventeen (the wrong kind)
I had a Ouija board connection
You wore a Mohawk
Only in your mind
I was the computer punch-card inspector
What we buried in the backyard
Can only dig up on the Equinox
And now we’re here
Through the Window
Now we see
Through the Window
Some will go, some will stay
Beyond
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7. |
Secret Policemen
01:53
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SECRET POLICEMEN (Shirk)
I know I’ll never go back
I know I’ve got them right where I want them tonight
And I love the hands you hold behind your back
And I know that even in crowds, still very in love
I know, they’re turning something into nothing
I know, the door is locked from the outside
I know, without a single introduction
The Secret Policemen’s waiting for a sign
Still Waiting
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8. |
The Line Between
03:20
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THE LINE BETWEEN (Shirk)
Now I can see
Now I can see the lines between
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HOW TO DANCE HOW TO WALTZ (Shirk)
I close my eyes when I talk
When I sing, when I sleepwalk
We will meet you beyond
On astral plane, an astral palace
In a city of spires (spies)
Past the Square, past the beehive
We will learn how to waltz
How to dance
How to sleepwalk
All the workers, we start to arrive
And we start to dance
Start to waltz in a reverie
While keeping in time
We are holding the trance alive (aloft)
And we start to dance, start to waltz
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10. |
At Esalen
01:50
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AT ESALEN (Shirk)
Oh, Angela, my psychedelic porcupine
When I’ve heard enough
I can talk to you
And once (waltz) outside
My psychotropic alibi
Oh, how I run thru your Fields of View
At Esalen
In the crowd and all along
Oh, how I’ve known
I am on to you.
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11. |
Come on Back to Houston
00:46
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COME ON BACK TO HOUSTON (Shirk)
Come on back to Houston
Come on back, My Love
Come on back to empty spaces
Butterflies and dust
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12. |
Tiger in the Shadows
03:35
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TIGER IN THE SHADOWS (Shirk)
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And I see what you see
The difference, the difference between us
And I have seen, I’ve seen what you see
I’ve seen it, seen it in my dreams
Tiger, Tiger in the shadows
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13. |
Sleep Studies
03:45
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Richard Shirk Oakland, California
Before you agree that streaming music killed the cult band, consider the strange tales told by Oakland musician Richard Shirk. Sounding like college radio at one a.m. circa 1982, Shirk’s concise, and vivid songs have one foot firmly planted in the realm of the 3 minute (or less) indie single and the other in a used bookshop somewhere in the Midwest browsing through vintage Bradbury paperbacks. ... more
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