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The Pretender
Let’s be someone
That we’d like to be
Train our minds to think
The thoughts they’d think
Be good models
For society
We can pretend
They’ll never know
Cast our shadows
In a different light
A constant
In life’s inconstancy
Fake it ‘til you make it
I believe
We can pretend
They’ll never know
Memory Ends
The postman leaves our letters
By your door
To be placed upon the shelves
Of evermore
Warm light beams through your window
Every morn
Then it slowly moves across
Your dusty floor
The light is gone
When memory ends
Remembering the games
You used to play
As your mind and body
Go their separate ways
Does the memory of your birth
Come back again
I imagine the shock is
Overwhelming?
The light is gone
When memory ends
One day the postman passes
By your door
While inside, our letters spill
Across your floor
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Phosphorus
06:00
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Instrumental
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Station
Ballyhoo
And insipid
Conversations
Sabotaged
My mental
Meditations
Gliding into the station
Now my head’s
Filled with hogwash
And ear worms
I long for old
Frequency
Modulation
Gliding into the station
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The Gardener
05:31
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The Gardener
When I was
Just seventeen
I’d dreamed up a scheme
Try my luck at chance
I’d never
Dressed up in drag
Or carried Mother’s handbag
I borrowed
The family car
Didn’t have to go far
To an adjacent town
Straight to the
First National Bank
I had a note in the bag
Now I find
Peace of mind
Growing sweet
Sage and thyme
I entered
Through swinging doors
Across a white marble floor
I handed the
Teller my note
After he read what I wrote
I gave him Mother’s bag
Hurriedly
I walked to the car
Didn’t have to go far
Now I find
Peace of mind
Growing sweet
Sage and thyme
I buried the
Cash in our yard
No one followed the car
A few summers
Had come and gone
I told a couple of friends
My pride I couldn’t hide
Mother cried
“What’s all this then?
There’s a couple men
From the government.”
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Strawberry Squid
07:18
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Instrumental
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The Man in Blue Wants Out of His Suit
Old man
Waltzing through the days
Mask worn
Over his decay
Nose runs
Down his upper lip
Both hands
Slowly losing grip
Young man
Dreaming through the night
Tries hard
To do everything right
Under
Shrouds of disbelief
Specters
That only he can see
The man in blue
Wants out of his suit
Dead man
Waiting to be reborn
Drifting
Through primordial porridge
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Roses And Wine
04:36
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Roses And Wine
Then she slammed the door
Screaming never more
Like a child all day
Wanting her own way
Days of roses and wine again
Memories froze
On your smile of gold
As the memes scrolled by
My hypnotic eye
Days of roses and wine again
One cold winter breeze
Warmed by your
Imageries
Through the meadow land
Running free
Phone in hand
Crooked line of trees
Stood between
Memories
Like a closing door
Clearly marked
Never more
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The Devil May Care
Be the aster in disaster
Travel far
Spiraling upward even faster
Superstar
Spread your arms across the heavens
Hug the clouds
Now you’re rolling only sevens
And dressing loud
Look at you now
The Devil May care
You’re on another bender
Can’t escape who you are
People think you’re looking better
From afar
Look at you now
The Devil May care
Universal laws will shape you
Who you are
Spread your arms across the heavens
Superstar
Look at you now
The Devil May care
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Instrumental
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Staring Straight Into The Sun
Following talking heads
Is illogical
Checking your resource’s
More reliable
Sadus in rivers
Praying to the giver
Washing believers
And converting sinners
You can clearly see better
Staring straight at the sun
Hold them accountable
Not invincible
Give your wealth to the poor
And good principles
Sadus in rivers
Taking from givers
Conning believers
The worst of all sinners
When I was a youngster
The lambs on the felt board
We’re corralled by a canine
Disguised as a Shepard
You can clearly see better
Staring straight at the sun
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Instrumental
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The Face Of Mankind
06:42
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The Face of Mankind
My books are piled high
The candles are burned
Prostrate in the dark
With all that I’ve learned
I’m trying to find
The face of mankind
In a shattered mirror
I wish you were here
I can see
We’re all in this together
My nose to the floor
Composing a score
In my final years
Please give me your ears
I’m trying to find
The face of mankind
In a shattered mirror
I wish you were here
I can see
We’re all in this together
Call it a day
Glowing through the trees
You see the Sun
Slipping away
Like memories of friends
We had when we were young
So you give chase
Trying to see the forest
Through the trees
Call it a day
Clear your mind
Enjoy eternal peace
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13. |
Side A
19:39
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14. |
Side B
19:18
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15. |
Side C
20:13
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16. |
Side D
21:08
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Custard Flux Detroit, Michigan
For 30 years, Curvey was thee driving force behind cult psych-prog-pop band The Luck of Eden Hall. Custard Flux is his ninety nine percent electricity free progressive project. Both Helium & Echo made the Top 10 on the Reviews Editor of PROG Magazine's 2018 & 2019 Critics Choice lists! ... more
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