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Garden
03:57
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Today,
Let's censor ourselves today;
Censor yourself and pray!
Let's censor ourselves today
Tiger Lily, break it down:
You're a flower — I'm a man,
I'm in garden — it must be Eden or something...
What if I'm flower, and the gardener dies now?
What if I'm color, and you're paper or canvas?
Let's censor ourselves,
Let's censor ourselves;
Censor yourself and pray!
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Cloak
02:14
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My cloak is all my life,
I bought it second-hand from one who lacked the time
The hook I put my cloak on
Is the crescent moon behind my shoulder
Bounty hunter, I'm a bounty hunter!
"Are you a player?"
"Bounty hunter, I like it so much!"
I just can't believe it, but my head is the one (hanging there)...
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When The Sky Is Lead
02:34
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When the sky...
Oh, baby, when the sky...
Baby, when the sky...
Baby, when the sky is lead,
Would you put it in your head?
No worries, man
No worries, man
I say, "No worries, man!"
No worries, man
Don't you ever-ever cry
When the sky is blue, I know that I should go away;
And when the sky is lead, I know there's nothing I can do;
And then the sky is red, you know, it'd been for hundred years!
Before it disappeared
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Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven’s sun doth gently waste.
But my sun’s heavenly eyes
View not your weeping
That now lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping
Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping
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Sent Out – Sent In
01:14
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Eyes
04:04
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They look at me,
They look at me.
See? They do look like mine,
Like mine
They run and flee,
They hide — I seek.
See? We are much alike
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Bowline (Bonus)
02:04
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We will never arrive to the place
Wherever we could stay together
If I were a sailor
Who sails the seas forever,
I would sail around the bend
And then right back
I will never arrive to the bay
Wherever you will wait forever,
Where we could stay together,
Where we could sail forever
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TONGUE CUT ENVELOPES Graz, Austria
TCE is a musical project created by Michael Begak, singer-songwriter currently residing in Graz,
Austria.
Taking after early Ariel Pink, Ty Segall, Tim Presley and distilled to absolute basics, — a body and a tape machine — its goal is to explore his lo-fi and home-recording inspirations from the days recording technology was able to come into our homes for music to be born there unrestrained.
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