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I want to disappear into the fabric of the street
I want to go where no one knows my name
I got a break out of this town
break out of this game
I want to hide among the stars
in the empty holes of the moon
where the light of the sun won’t reach
where the cold comes soon
I want to lie down in the woods
consoled by the moss and ferns
another broken ballad monger
Healed from all concerns
I want to glide across the water of the seas
where all I can hear is the pulse of the earth
to sink down beneath the Waves
where all I can wash away this curse
I want to feel love again
I want to find something true
A vibration along the surface
And a life renewed
I want to find me
I want to find you
let’s get lost together
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Yes I am, a balladmonger
Yes I wish, I was stronger
Wish I had, a weapon of a mind
Lock it and load it and make'em go blind
Just like Kerouac coined the Beat
And like Burroughs Junkie streets
Just like Ginsberg, Solomon's Howl
What a shock, still felt now
The pen hits the paper, just let the words take you away
And your eyes will cry blood and your mind will be led astray
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I pick my head up from a pillow
Where a dream used to be
Decipher light from the shadow
Decide I'd rather be asleep
Cause it's cold outside
Everyone's lost their mind
You go through hell to make it through
If I close my eyes
Do my best to hide
I can make up reasons as I choose
The day is mine to use
Walls are alive with T.V. glow
Open windows for a breeze
The fridge's hum has become ariose
There's nothing out there that I need
Chorus
Why would I want to leave
When i could lie here and watch her breathe
Who needs the world
When I've got my girl
Laying right next to me
Chorus
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I must get out, I must find a way home
They will not let up until they have me
Now I’m weak from hiding in here
I shall sing a song to those I love the most
Yet my sorrows sound most Ariose
So for now I’ll sleep a while and dream of them again
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Please wake up Batmanuel
I sure hope you're not dead
You lost your way before the dawn
Any place to make your bed
Lo the Truman era refuge rose up from among the tall pines
A pane is just askew enough for you to rest for a time.
Please wake up Batmanuel
I sure hope you're not dead
You lost your way before the dawn
And my window is your bed
When Orion rises will you stretch your toes and little wings
Before the Balladmonger sees your furry face and sings
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Satellite goes high into the ethos
Sleepy eyes for our friend Major Tom
Hold on tight and breathe and try to focus
Almost home heart ticking like a bomb
Ariose, like waves in the ocean
Riding higher on a sweet melody
Glamorous love drunk on the potion
Over over
Can’t describe rush of emotion
Suffering smiling from the gadzookery
Ariose like waves crashing over
Over over
Balladmonger can’t quite get the lines down
Hard to put in words what I want to say
Earth and space your picture smelled like heaven
Hoping you won’t ever run away
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George Smith - Ariose
02:09
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Gargantuan Gregorian guilds guised in grand gadzookery
Balladmongers tub-thumping in monophonic atrophy
Need a chalice of dragons milk
Straight from the fiery teet
Unleash the bold feel of
Ariose my love
Like lightening to the tree
Wax my moon
And wane my aches
Please, don’t you leave
Till I’m done like Hastings
And ships lost out at sea
Monsters and devils devour Digression deliberately
Like us good time troubadours trampling trouble with solid harmony of
Ariose my love
Like lightening to the tree
Wax my moon
And wane my aches
Please, don’t you leave
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EVENING SONG
FACTORY WORKERS
EYE WALLFLOWERS
SIRENS SIGNAL CLOSING HOURS
THEY HIDEIN THE DARK
AND SLEEP IN THE PARK
TO THEIR EVENING SONG
BALLADMONGERS BEHIND
DARK GLASSES
TUB THUMP KNUCKLES
AND SHY BYSTANDERS
THEY HIDE IN THE DARK
AND SLEEP IN THE PARK
TO THEIR EVENING SONG
YOU TRY TO GETAWAY
BUT YOU CAN’T FIGURE OUT A WAY OUT HERE
AND THERE AIN’T MUCH TO SAY
YOU JUST COUNT THE DAYS
FOR A WAY OUT OF HERE
WOODEN SOLDIERS RAZZLE DAZZLE
ROLY POLY ON THEIR SADDLES
THEY HIDE IN THE DARK
AND SLEEP IN THE PARK
TO THEIR EVENING SONG
ARIOSE SHE IS A BEAUTY
FAKE EYE LASHES
SHE SAW ON TV
SHE HIDES IN THE DARK
AND SLEEPS IN THE PARK
TO HER EVENING SONG
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