Eleanor Rigby

Walking tired, dreaming mother
Be sure to offer one hand to the other
It's so easy not to bother
Why let your mind tricks do the honor?
You want freedom

Walking fire baby brother
Be sure to offer one hand to the other
Free. Freedom.
We're the same. When you came into my world

Walking tired, dreaming mother
Be sure to offer one hand to the other one
We're the same. When you came into my world
Just a bone in a grave
It's all or the other
Walking fire baby brother
Be sure to offer one have to the other one
We're the same when you came into my world
Just a bone in a grave
It's all or the other
Faulty freedom-finding soul

Do you feel it?

Freedom

Never wanted more songs that scratch the core
And scream the sounds of the shore
Never question what has become of us 
The wheels, they flatten. They rust.

And ooh, have you seen her?
Just one step to the left and the grass is greener
To be wanted. To be wanted.
To be wanted, in a word, is a wish for Monday morning
Will I ever be received?

And ooh have you seen her? 
Caught in stride, she's a ride from a sidestreet screamer
To be wanted. To be wanted.
To be wanted, in a word, is a wish for Monday morning
Will I ever
Will we ever be relieved?

Wanted

Adrift in the pool, I feel right at home
Single-celled ancestors laugh at my bones
Still disconnected from an earthly home phone
It's the only way I'll ever know that primordial zone

Wait for the call but the phone never rang
There on the wall like a dog in the rain
The cord it was twisted but not quite insane
It's a shame I'll never really know the love that remains

Martha writes letters and cries all the time
Danny wrote notes, spoke, and tossed her a line
Said "this house seems perfect. And the water seems fine"
It's a shame they ever even saw 'For Sale' on the sign

Pool days
School days
Fool days

Pool Days

Never asked a hand to hold
So far down to reach
As far as isolation goes, one's always free to live like me

Got no time for hollow heads
As anyone can see
An Australian white wine intellectual wants her bichon frise to speak like me

Ooh solipsism led me wrong
True digit vision overdone
Am I one?
Am I 1? 
Am I one? The only one?

On the other side of me
Norman Humal wannabe
On the outside, oh disaster
I, too blind to see the way I wanna be

Why can't you let these simple things get through your pumpkinhead?
It seems like every thought's a word somebody else has said

Pumpkinhead

I couldn't dream how many times you hear
Your eyes, they made pupils out of mine. So clear
They're the teacher of the year

I don't mind and might never stop explaining
What I would or wouldn't do just to get you in my arms
And I won't be monster, left to rot inside a brain cell
Today, I learn to love a stranger

Back from the record store, a rack marked clear
Oh my, need to get my fix and find a needle here
for the album of the year

I don't mind and might never stop explaining 
What I would or wouldn't do just to get you in my arms
And I won't be a coward, thrown to hide inside a waveform
Today, I learn to love a stranger

Somewhere on a couch
Ron and Frankie sprawling out
In the blue hour of the morning
Somewhere I'm heavy-shouldered, headlong dreaming

Would you mind filling out the dotted line right here?
Did you find me irresistibly refined and all sincere
As I slouched away in fear?

I don't mind and might never stop explaining
What I would or wouldn't do just to get you in my arms
And I'll breathe like a baby if I'm ever born in your eyes
Today, I learn to love a stranger
Can you love a stranger?

Stranger

I heard you float around 
In grey with all those other clouds
The way their falsely-folded hands surround you

I had to get away 
And bite my tongue for finger's sake
And come to grips I'm better off without u 

Will some future people pen
The bell fell from the steeple when
the orphan and the pagan beast devoured you

Does it matter I do wrong? I don't wanna be left out
Save it for a rainy day, would it matter anyway?
I don't wanna be locked out

Without U

Brief stays
Some slipped away
Paint us darker colors than what paints the town today
Moon beams
Silver streams
Everything we hope to be is alive in a dream

Slow motion, I tried to honor thee
Burn me at the altar 
Made a sacrifice of me
Big picture, I tried to get a view
Passion's stripped to ribbons 
Now I'm asking for the truth
Am I wrong to doubt it in a song?

It's enough to make you happy in the end
It's enough to make you high
It's enough to make you happy in the end
It's enough to make you cry

Good Morning, 10PM

Single from the EP American Séance by Ralph Waldo

Ralph Waldo

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