Eccsame
The Photon Band
Except where
noted, these lyrics have been transcribed by the kind efforts of Steve
Lutz
High Writer At Home
Tell me of time
A part of sky to meet under
Wandering light
On the work when you were younger
And now, you've let go the good
And need to find a final high, silent
Skywriter at home
Lay on the ground
Begin to feel the comfort
Hard to the world
A fence to bound and climb over
And now, your voice enjoys a place
New and far from your old bind
Skywriter at home
High Writer At Home
As interpreted by Eric
San Juan
Tell me a time
Upon the sky to be younger
wandering light
All the work when you were younger
And now you let go the guilt
and need to find a final home
Silent
Skywriter at home
Lay on the ground
Begin to feel the comfort
Our different worlds
Are fenced, bound to fall over
And now you must enjoy the place
When you are far from your own body
Skywriter at home
Day of the Monkey
Oh, you really got it good
Heave every cup of tea
For throwing back at me
The fact I take too long
When all my good is gone
I'll be on my way
Rewind and erase
When we're riding on, deciding
I could always look a hypocrite, baby
Pay no mind, you might call me
Oh, you really got it good
Disaster follows me
You and your family tree
You all are very wrong
When all my good is gone
I'll be on my way
Rewind and erase
When they're riding, non-deciding
I could always look a hypocrite, baby
Play your mind, you might call me
Simon said enough for years to
come
Now I'm done for a while
Until I feel that I
Would like to try again
Don't think I'll try again
Day of the Monkey
As interpreted by
Eric San Juan
Oh you really got it good
With every cup of tea
For throwing back at me
the fact I take too long
When all my guilt (good?) is gone
I'll be on my way
We won every race
When we're writing, I'm deciding
I could never sleep good, sleep good baby
Even when you might make me
?
Oh you really got it good
?
You and your family tree
?
When all my guilt is gone
I'll be on my way
We won every race
FBI And Their Toronto Transmitters
Heart like an ephedrine
Bounce off a trampoline
Teapot filled with urban glue
Land me in a train of you
If I could ride, I'd go
You'd change your mind, I know
Cracked cup of everclear
Powered you disappear
Take me out of morning dew
Exorcise the we in you
If I could ride, I'd go
You'd change your mind, I know
The Turtle Which Died Before Knowing
I will write a mystery
For you to solve
For your pocket when you leave the house
And knowing how you fill us out
A holiday put in your mouth
I will write a mystery
For you to pick
When to take a trip or travel south
And knowing how to take a dive
A holiday put in your mouth
Learn me on your angle of a
good time
Maybe I've been losing my shit over no one for some time
I will write a mystery
For you to own
To hold when you are bored at night
And knowing how to pour it out
A book to read when you could write
Learn me on your angle of a
good time
Maybe I've been losing my shit over no one for some time
The Turtle Which Died Before
Knowing
as interpreted by Cameron Pershall
I will write a mystery
For you to solve
For your pocket when you leave the house
Not knowing how to fill us out
A holiday within your mouth
I will write a mystery
For you to pick
When to take a trip or travel south
And knowing how to take a dive
A holiday within your mouth
Learn me on your angle of a
good time
Maybe I've been losing my shit over no one
For some time...
I will write a mystery
For you to own
To hold when you get bored at night
The knowing how to pour it out
A book to read when you can write
Learn me on your angle of a
good time
Maybe I've been losing my shit over no one
For some time...
The Hermit Crab
Look in your bag
There's a hole down there to crawl
Into the back
I have drawn to call you up
Deep in your hand
I'm a tiny star ...
You're my lady, you're my maybe
I want to be alone again
I hate the friend I do not love
You will hate yourself in time
I want to go
So I travel out of my pad
Onto the floor
There's a pool somewhere, I know
Back in your bowl
... so go
You're my lady, you're my maybe
I want to be alone again
I hate the friend I do not love
You will hate yourself in time
I've eaten off your arms to
keep you
From doing harm to yourself
You need to be alone
In sand that's warm
Naturally, your death at sea
Is obvious, and fascinating to me
(Incidental In Between Bit)
I like peas
'cause peas are really good
They're the most delicious vegetable,
The most delicious vegetable,
I like peas
(AH HA HA THAT'S NICE...
HA HA HA HA THAT'S VERY NICE
YOU GUYS WANT SOME...)
Overlit Canyon (the obscured wingtip memoir)
Eruption be my name
A Nova be my ride
Kick your ass off the plane
Shade of karma pass 'til I am upright
Poor friend you're a field of
trees
Your skin will grow back thicker
Poor friend you're a tree
I'm sickness, you are sicker
Destruction like a train
Turn the Nova on its side
Kick your ass off the train
Maybe you will land into a good night
Poor friend you're a futile
tree
Your skin will grow back thicker
Poor friend you're a tree
I'm sickness, you are sicker
Corruption be my name
Kill me now before I fry
Kick my ass off the plane
Maybe land me into a non-school night
Poor friend you're a futile
tree
Your skin will grow back thicker
Hey, poor friend you're a tree
I'm sickness, you are sicker
Hubble
Tiny star, your work is done
for now
Take time off, take up the violin
Well done, good night
Well done, good night
Tiny star, your work is done
for now
Take time off, take up the violin
Good night, well done
Good night, well done
Tiny star, your youth is gone
for good
Time to choose a path just right for you
Well, good
Tiny star, your work is done
for now
Take time off, take up that violin
Well done, well done
Good night, well done
Good night, well done
You are over
You are over
You are over
You are well done
You are over
You are over
You are over
You are
Radiotricity
Living in a motor law
Let it go then you are tossed
...
See my form, Andromeda
Walking tours of Florida
Use the words you think you can't afford the cost
Ice caps melting
My lips belting
Out a guide to win conversation
Bring your loser to the show
Covered on the side of slow
Freedom shakes your hand, the fever that we know
Make a wish and blow a cough
Pick me up and drop me off
Drew a skull and now I leave for Africa
Ice caps melting
My lips belting
Out a guide to win converstation
I bet it's in your mouth
When I woke up today, you were not in the house
But in his arms she said, a gifted popstar you
When I dream of nothing, I love you
Ice cap melting
My lips belting
My scab melting
... belting
Your Guest And Host
Did you tell me, "What an
utter cock"?
With marking on a mirror, marking up a truck,
You tie and talk me up
Do you think your social's good
enough?
You turbo-charged the poise, but you can't turn it off
And all the kids are fired up
And now you're gone, I'm lying
in your bed
It's not my birthday, do not mind me
I sold you out, the money's in the van
You make it hard to be around, and I'll be around
I'll be around
I know a pig that has a big percent
Maybe could you embarrass me
enough?
For sitting in the kitchen, for maybe staying over
You think I'd dick you over
Made it with your now boy, and
you're off
Looking for a wooden plane and Hershey stuff
And anything to bring you luck
Now you're gone, I'm lying in
your bed
It's not my birthday, do not mind me
I sold you out, the money's in the van
You make you hard to be around, I'll be around
I'll be around
I know a pig that has a big percent
Firefly grounding, seeking,
sounding
Oh I hope you are not dead
Yet.
(Incidental Bit At The End Of The Album)
Aw man, this is fun happenin'
This is fun happenin'
Oh, whoa, ...
Things are happenin'
Things are happenin'
Let's Make it happen'
Make it happen'
Believe they're happenin'
I saw...
I'm scared ...
...
Messin' with me
Messin' ...
...
...
...
...
...
...
What goes up take it
Downward like you
Can't be someone
In my big black dick
Over and out
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