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DOrothy
04:24
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jhimm, written 1993
the merchant of venice told the girl with red shoes
to follow the yellow river to the land of truth
and though she owned nothing and the river was long
she started sailing off, singing this song
after five years of sailing, the river it ends
in the middle of a city made of honey and green sand
in the square there was an alter, where Dorothy did sit
she laughed at the truth, she said "i just don't see it"
the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's
always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind
forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told
not preparing for what's ahead, memories dragging like a ton of lead
the merchant of venice told me a tale or two
of the beast that's in my closet, that lives on red shoes
he said "son please be wary although its old and blind"
i told him not to worry, cause the thing's a friend of mine
the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's
always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind
forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told
not preparing for what's ahead, memories dragging like a ton of lead
toy cars & make believe, chasing crickets and climbing trees
always looking for a friend of mine, hiding in the closet of my mind
always fighting to not grow old, a futile battle no ground to hold
lie quiet, tucked in my bed, memories running wild in my head
the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's
always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind
forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told
not preparing for what's ahead, memories drag me screaming out of bed
in the square there was an alter, on which i was thrown
then the beast told me to rot there, until i am grown
he said "son please be wary, when you've grown old and blind"
but i don't plan to live in fear, even when i've lost my mind
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STOP the flow
04:42
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jhimm, written 1996
Fully automatic blue bottle life container
don't leave me in the sun.
Sawed-off slide show raisins and prunes
stop smiling like a gun.
Star struck swimmers of airborne seas
are now my only friends.
Full metal sports-coat fools and queens
seen only through a sunspot lens.
Stop the flow {x4}
Inspiration flows like salt, on a wound
Don't kiss me until I'm cured
Separation creeps like ants, on a leaf
Sleeping where once it soared.
Pressure treated hanging gardens of glass
terraces all naturally made.
Full on plasticine halogen buzz toys
all familiar things seem strayed.
Nuclear roadblock falters silver space ships
been hanging around out to dry.
Cast iron dumpster rot floats purple breezes
cinnamon wheat toast on pumpernickel with rye.
Stop the flow {x4}
Inspiration flows like salt, on a wound
Don't kiss me until I'm cured
Separation creeps like ants, on a leaf
Sleeping where once it soared.
Stop the flow {x4}
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TEST of time
03:49
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jhimm, written 2006
closed eyes, open mind
who can pass - this test of time
everything is so hard to find
brand my skin - don't hide my crime
the meek get by they flow like water
into the mill - of yesterday
everyday the task gets harder
on their endless - bed of nails i lay
sleeping beauty has turned to dust
waiting for - prince charming's kiss
life is something you just can't trust
as it sneaks off into the abyss
house is clean and laid in order
its coming back worse now seven fold
don't know when i'll reach the end
of this straight and narrow road
house is clean and laid in order
its coming back worse now seven fold
the house is empty and swept out
coming home again
don't waste precious time
on the past - or what's been done
focus on the contentment
of that - which is to come
i'm losing sleep but always dreaming
as clouds of time - cover up my face
heaven hangs just out of reach
the sunset a riot - of smoke and flame
sleeping beauty has turned to dust
waiting for - prince charming's kiss
life is something you just can't trust
as it sneaks off into the abyss
house is clean and laid in order
its coming back worse now seven fold
don't know when i'll reach the end
of this straight and narrow road
house is clean and laid in order
its coming back worse now seven fold
the house is empty and swept out
coming home again
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4. |
tired
05:42
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jhimm, written 2006
i try and i try
i don't need to know why
i'll wait for that time
when i lay down to die
a smile on my face
and a tear in my eye
but i'm tired Lord, so tired
can i rest here for a while
i'm risking a millstone
drowning in the flood
stumbling to my knees
on that road to the skull
get through the day
wishing i could drift away
can i come home now?
how long until that day
i'm risking a millstone
drowning in the flood
stumbling to my knees
on that road to the skull
get through the day
wishing i could drift away
can i come home now?
how long until that day
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5. |
under the water
04:01
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dave mazzarelli, written 2007
sun is dim and the moon has gone black
wish that i was finally home
now its the end of days and all i see
a simple acquaintance where once was you
now i have nothing to show for it
never wanted to play the fool
how did i end up in this place?
why did the sky come crashing down?
things are much calmer under the water
the pressure builds inside my heart
i lift my eyes and beg for release
no answer comes and i fall to my knees
if i give my soul, would it give me direction?
if i offer up my soul, would it take the pain away?
fill this vessel with something to believe in
give me a reason to draw breath again
sun is dim and the moon has gone black
sorry lament for an empty heart
things are much calmer under the water
left behind with no one else to blame
a place i called home - what can i take away
yet i find myself homeless again
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annabell
03:29
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jhimm, written 1998
Darkened windows with powdered blue shades
Black circles surrounding white frames
I see what you need - I see your spirit
Keep your eyes on me - I'll see you get near it
Two halves of the moon against a red sky
Smooth unbroken landscapes where bright stars lie
I hear what you need - I hear your soul
Keep listening to me - I'll hear your stories told
What do you think of me? Are you afraid to tell?
Can you get free of me, my darling Annabell?
Ripened berries, violet stained
Wine and rubies from your wrists chained
I'll say what you need - I'll say when to start
You're locked to my will - I'm the lord of your heart
What do you think of me? Are you afraid to tell?
Can you get free of me, my darling Annabell?
What do you want from me? Your face aches to tell.
What else can you be but, my darling Annabell?
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purpose
04:35
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jhimm, written 1994
Johnny was a young boy, lived in the home of the brave.
Momma was a kind soul, in a world she could not save.
As Johnny grew in years, a wrinkled creased his brow.
He wondered how Momma would be, twenty years from now.
But I work all day, in the wasteland of fools,
sifting through the ruins to try to find the truth.
I work all day in the wasteland of this world,
and I wonder what will it be?
Janey was a good girl, she didn't fool around.
Her daddy was a hard man, kept both feet on the ground.
As Janey grew in years, a scar grew on her heart.
She wondered when he will show, his love to her, somehow.
But I work all day, in the wasteland of fools,
sifting through the ruins to try to find the truth.
I work all day in the wasteland of this world,
and I wonder what will it be?
Now Johnny and Janey, they're raising two kids,
never have no money, don't know how they'll pay the rent.
Johnny's got two jobs, so the kids don't see him much,
and the TV's on while Janey's on the phone,
now the modern world has its hold and it's dragging them down.
Bobby is their oldest son, he's grown so big and so tall.
His parents try to shield him, from the worst part of this world.
As Bobby grows in years, a fear brews in his heart.
Living in the real world, will his morals fall apart?
But I work all day, in the wasteland of fools,
sifting through the ruins to try to find the truth.
I work all day in the wasteland of this world,
and I wonder what will it be?
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8. |
virtually gone
04:32
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jhimm, written 2007
i'm sloughing off the accretions of time
troubled by the shape i'm in
whittling down this chip on my shoulder
opportunities are wearing thin
i've betrayed the instrument i was made to be
i think it's time to take one on the chin
my wings are clipped, my lips are sealed
i can't help wondering when my ship is coming in
its too late to take it back,
but even if we could i'm sure
we'd hang ourselves with the same slack,
sometimes i think that we should
can't see if we're on the right track,
trees in front of the wood,
blind our eyes to the burning flack,
i wonder if it does any good
tell me to my face
before i fade away
i'm just a docetic dreamer, hung out to bleed
not trying to grab the glory and power
not trying to change your heart or change your mind
not trying to be the man of the hour
its too late to take it back,
but even if we could i'm sure
we'd hang ourselves with the same slack,
sometimes i think that we should
tell me to my face
before i fade away
why don't you
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9. |
HOME
05:43
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jhimm, written 1999
dreams crumbling
plaster like rain
sifting and swirling
swept under again
colors fading
dust like the snow
sifting and swirling
sifting and swirling
sifting and swirling
no where to go
this house of glass will kill us both
unless a sinless man throws these stones
i take a breath and cross myself
say a prayer and call this - home
hope decaying
rust like a stain
sifting and swirling
swept under again
paint peeling
drifts start to blow
sifting and swirling
sifting and swirling
sifting and swirling
no where to go
this house of glass will kill us both
unless a sinless man throws these stones
i take a breath and cross myself
say a prayer and call this - home
dreams crumbling
plaster like rain
sifting and swirling
swept under again
colors fading
dust like the snow
sifting and swirling
sifting and swirling
sifting and swirling
no where to go
this house of glass will kill us both
unless a sinless man throws these stones
i take a breath and cross myself
say a prayer and call this - home
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(lisp) Boston, Massachusetts
jhimm and dave met when jhimm's former band, Scissorkiss, hired dave as the audio engineer for their final two albums. by
the time that SK had to disband, jhimm and dave had already begun discussing a creative endeavor of their own.
after a few fits and starts attempting to include a handful of other musicians, jhimm and dave decided to stick to the power duo approach, and (lisp) was born.
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