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Part 1
01:52
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I'm falling asleep
You need to come down
Smoke drifts through the window
And flows over town
If I close my eyes, I know I'll wake up alone
You slip through my fingers
As I just wait by the phone
And sometimes I wonder how much you think you know\
Your lips are like longing
And your eyes are two stars
Getting lost in the sunlight
Higher than Venus or Mars
But I can hardly see you
Through the impermeable fog
You fall asleep in the shotgun seat of my car, with the radio on
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Part 2
03:28
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It was cold
On the night
That I met you
At the party of a nameless mutual friend
When we left
In my car
It was snowing through the stars
And we kissed...and you cried, as you thought about him
But I don't
Wanna be
alone, please stay with me
And I'm sure he can manage to get by
And we walk
Down the street
Making footprints in the sleet
To my house, where we're not alone, again.
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Porcelain Pieces
02:31
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Turn the radio up so the neighbors don't hear us
Porcelain pieces of a cup, after colliding with the wall
This isn't my wife
You're not the girl I married
But this is my life
With all its problems buried
You kiss the kiss of death
Tastes like sorrow and champagne
I take another breath
I just can't do this any more
"This fight will not be over soon"
I yell across the hall
You stumble toward the dining room...
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Well maybe it's just me
And maybe it's the way you look this evening
But, looking in your eyes, it's obvious that something isn't right
Well maybe it's just me
And, baby, I know looks can be deceiving
But something in your eyes is screaming:
Tonight is the night.
There's nothing he can say, and nothing he can do, to stop this feeling
And if he even cared, the least he can do is put up a fight
My head's a hurricane; my skin's crawling, my mind is reeling
But we're in the eye of the storm-kiss me and I'll turn out the light
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What Did You Expect
02:28
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A different guy now but your problems are the same
What did you expect
It's only pity, new picture, the same frame
What did you expect
Falling in the same old cracks and potholes, calling all your same old sputtered flames
How do you keep getting that sand in your eye?
The Parker Brothers told you that your life is just a game
And yes,
You're losing
A different guy now but your problems are the same
What did you expect
It's only pity, new picture, the same frame
What did you expect
Falling in the same old cracks and potholes, calling all your same old sputtered flames
How do you keep getting that sand in your eye?
The Parker Brothers told you that your life is just a game
And yes,
You're losing
Though you're doing all you can
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Too Much of A Good Thing
06:24
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All the pills and all the vodka you drank
Cannot rectify or compensate
For all the hours I spent lying alone
Before I realized you weren't coming home
And when your bloodshot eyes grow full of tears
Know that I felt this way, all these years
And if you try to follow me, I cannot say another lie and tell you
"It will be ok,"
And when the sun comes out from way beyond those hills
Your body will lie still
And as you lay there in your prostrate, quiet pose
I will lay with my eyes closed
It's only as bad as you make it seem
And no amount of other men can give you back your dream
Because this nightmare has this quality that means
to last
And I don't think it'll end
Because this nightmare has this quality that means
to last
And I don't think it'll end
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Peaceful Silence
02:59
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You lie in peaceful silence in a world you left behind
Safe from the truth, thin I.V. tubes keep you in this state of mind
Sometimes I sit and wonder if, while you're like this, can you dream
And if you're dreaming, are you dreaming about me?
You lie in peaceful silence
in a world you left behind
Safe from the truth, thin I.V. tubes
Keep you in this state of mind
The doctors all leave the room
Quietly I start to weep
You lie in peaceful silence
And slip into your final sleep
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A Sterile World
03:55
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I guess
This is the time
This is the place
This is the best
That I could do
Your pallid skin
Your placid frown
Your I.V. tubes
That
Connect you to
This spider web
Of wires and circuitry
Cut you loose...and we can both be free
I guess
This is the time
This is the place
This is the best
That I could do
Your shallow breath
Your placid frown
Your I.V. tubes
That
Connect you to
This spider web
But before you...start to leave...
Did you say "I love you," to him, or me?
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Nigel A. Wilson Los Angeles, California
Made out of Crystals.
Nigel A. Wilson is a writer, keyboardist, and singer. Contorting the past and
futures of characters of his creation, he insists upon the long-form art of concept albums, weaving stories and sounds like silk from a spool. His tales of destruction and salvation thrive in allusion, a smoke-and-mirrors illusion of rock as opera.
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