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I Am the Black Owl
03:32
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I am the black owl/ they don’t get past me
I sit forever the king of all I see
You plant your garden, but its safety’s up to me
I am the black owl/ they don’t get past me
I am a stand-in for the real thing
Just like a scarecrow/ we really make ‘em scream
Look at your harvest! A suburban farmer’s dream
I am the black owl/ they don’t get past me
Just one look at me and the field mice all flee back under the mass-produced shed
Withered stalks of corn, tomato loss forlorn / Am I to blame for this mess?
Though I am mighty I’m cracking in the sun
Soon I will splinter/ My workin’ days are done
When talking about me be sure to say I’ve won
I am the black owl (line ends here)
But I am still here projecting wild fear frightening your tiniest foes
Just one look at me and the field mice all flee (back under the mass-produced shed)
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Sitting in a House
02:14
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I’m sittin’ in a house
It’s true I used to live here for some time
I’m sittin’ on the floor
It’s true the chairs have all been taken
I’m sittin’ on a rug
The sofa’s here, but how I hate it
(Other bit)
Yoooooooooou would not believe the things that I have seen
Yoooooooooou would not believe the things that I have seen ‘round here
Oh I’ve seen ‘round here
And you know there’s no mistaking dust for gold
I’m sittin’ in the yard
So it seems some guy still mows it
Underneath a tree
We planted it when I was younger
(Other bit)
Yoooooooooou would not believe the things that I have seen
Yoooooooooou would not believe the things that I have seen ‘round here
Oh I’ve seen ‘round here
(And you know there’s no mistaking dust for gold) sung twice to end song.
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Thought you were the one but our little time together
Makes me wish that you were ready to move on
Makes me wish that I was ready to move on
I understand that your heart is closed forever
Still I swear there is no place I’d rather be (2X)
Still I want to know what has happened and still haunts you
Across the years how could you let it win? (2x)
Chorus: ba, ba, ba….don’t take her from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (2x)
For years I waited for the showdown that would send you
Forever right into my waiting arms (2X)
It can never be for the bullet that has claimed you
It took my heart as well as it took you (2x)
Chorus: ba, ba, ba….don’t take her from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (2.5x)
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Whatever she was she’s gone
Whatever we had is gone
Whatever it could have been
Chorus: We’ll never know
Left on a fine spring day
Now we will never know how great it all might have been
Whatever it takes to cry
However if feels to die
With never a chance to try
Chorus: We’ll never know
Left on a fine spring day
Now we will never know how great it all might have been
Unrepeated Middle Bit:
Gone are the days; they were shorter than you’d think
Gone are the days when we had some hope for love
Wherever the ashes blow
I know should just let go
Whatever she was she’s gone
Chorus: We’ll never know….left on a fine spring day
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High Aptitude Clouds
03:19
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Did you ever notice how so many little things go wrong?
Say yeh, yeh, yeh/ aw yeh, yeh, yeh
Ever get the feelin’ that someone has got it all worked out?
Say yeh, yeh, yeh/ aw yeh, yeh, yeh
Chorus:
Floating so gently
So High up in the sky
So High up in the sky
All your little problems have their roots in something you can’t see
Say yeh, yeh, yeh/ aw yeh, yeh, yeh
Now has come the time for you to look up and observe the skies
Say yeh, yeh, yeh/ aw yeh, yeh, yeh
Chorus:
Floating so gently
So High up in the sky
So High up in the sky
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