1. YYY

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2. Give Up

Give up son, Give up son
Give up son, Give up son

Radio
You're on the air. Well, I guess not, well we had to do it anyway today, we appreciate your calls and we appreciate
your listening. Do you want us tomorrow morning at seven O' five, for the people's exchange and again at tomorrow at
twelve thirty for the noon day, at people's exchange.

Give up son, Give up son
Give up son, Give up son
Give up son, Give up son
Give up son, Give up son

3. White Robe

Come on along
in your white robe
come on to bed

Take off your head
you were right there
Come on to bed

The moon was so heavy you could put your mind to it
no one looked up and that's how you do it
no one can tell you that those were the days
that's what I see I pray

4. Mother's Radio

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5. Graveyard Mountain Home

Automatic cameras
Coffee machines
Self-cleaning ovens
Fireplace screens
for you, for you

Renovated Basements
Isolated Years
Tables in the kitchen
This is what i'm thinking
And you, and you

She's just a quarter acre
but someone's gonna take her
Is it you,
in my graveyard mountain home?

6. Salvation

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7. Before You Started

Before you started calling
I'd wake to the phone
now I never never walk
cause I know you're never home

(No one's home I guess
No one's home ring ring)

Baby's always comin' round don't that feel nice
baby's always comin' round ain't that great?
my sugar's always comin' by just in time man
here she comes now baby it's too late

I thought you had enough of me
I thought you had enough of me
I thought you had enough of me
I thought you had enough of me
I thought you had enough of me
I thought you had enough of me

8. Human Love

Let us welcome ourselves to this important inquiry.
All of you have traveled a long and sometimes
painful journey to reach such a point of investigation.
Some of you, perhaps, come here today for religious truths,
enlightenment or self-satisfying spiritual egoisms,
like all those choices of Christians and magical
nonsenses you can buy at any so-called spiritual supermarket.
If you are here for the buffoonery, the sport, the entertainment of new age,
you are in a sick and diseased affair of your humanity.
A prison, neurotical, repetitive, wobbly, drizzly condition.
Fizzled.Here to study the problem of human, to question what do we mean to love?
With all moralistic and religious entrapments allows a technologically
advanced condition that serves only to feed our misery and sufferings.
To love is to despise. We love our gods, Buddha's, gurus,
thus we separate and compare--compare with others in conflict.
So, when we love in this way, it is to conquer others.
Conquer with war. Genetic wars. Bio-biological wars.
Wars that cause sufferings--immense sufferings in children,
creating various forms of infections, fungal or otherwise horrible.
We commit to marriage for the sake of this condition, love.
You say, what a beautiful, extraordinary being--our partners, our husbands, wives, lovers, etc etc..
AT first, young, full of genetic biological yearnings, transformed to pleasure and lust.
The primitive call of our reproductive possession has become,
by influence of culture and so called knowledge, we call love.
Ask yourself, would you still love your wife if she has become
victim of serious afflictions that could affect her beautifully extraordinary body?
This sport of love, this entertainment of love, is fear. Fear of dying.
Dying alone in the sewers where only the rats spend with you your last hours,
eating away as you pass on.

9. Come In, Come Over

They drove by in their car
and they were lost in their youth
Worried eyes looked ahead
Streetlights washed my face

10. Pure Laughter

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11. Andrew Was Drowning His Stepfather

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12. Sad Sad Movie

My mistake is never knowing
By mistake I keep on going
Love is in the room but I don't know it
Love is in the sails but I kept rowing

Sad sad movie
Sad sad movie
sad sad movie
I see that now

My mistake is never knowing
by mistake I keep on going
love is on the rails but i'm still rolling
love is on the lawn but I keep on mowing

Sad sad movie
Sad sad movie
sad sad movie
I see that now

13. True And Lost

Walking through the night
lost my path somehow
I am cold and dry
I am true and lost
I'm the right man for the job
You picked the right man for the job
you know it's gonna get better, baby
this is all gonna pass, maybe
and I might just let you stay, hey

14. Again Today

And if you fall along the way
and people start to stare
I'll grab my mask
Put on my cape
and soon I will be there

For you...Hey
I'm so sorry again today
And hey
for you
I'll be sorry tomorrow, too

Okay?
Okay?
let's be sorry everyday