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The Optimist's Club (2007)
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The Optimist's Credo
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I dream of tadpole life in puddle towns
Of violent politics and muddy clouds
Don't want to be one more stone in the silt
Missions and skyscrapers recently built

Footshaker children smile from ear to ear
And the peepers refused to obey the rules
Ha ha! you hear

Why don't you come?

The petty emperor acted perplexed
About the mysterious missing insects
He devoured them, lipperty lipperty lip
And once he was done
Shortly resorted to regurgitation

Why don't you come?

. . .


I confess
I've always loved you I guess
Words that made us drop our guard and

Kiss a friend
Just to see what its like
Electric when we connected
Better than I expected

Years, we've already got years behind us
Time to come to conclusions
Will you end your seclusion
Will I break the heart of my unlucky lover?
I had the fear
From the first time you appeared
I should be scared but I don't care

Kiss a friend
Miles, we've got miles of road before
You say Virginia's for lovers
But I heard from another
New York City is made for kissing friends

So kiss a friend
Kiss a friend
Kiss a friend

. . .


WELL...

You drove us from Atlanta - Tell me darling
'Cause you're the stick shift wizard - Tell me truly
I prayed to Quinta Santa - What you think of
Who saved us from the blizzard - Dan and Julie
We'll spend the whole day walking - Dan makes music
Ourselves around the island - Makes no living
And though my dogs are barking - She won't always
My puss is surely smiling - Be forgiving

We peer, sky up, the empire - Drinks with 'Dreas
A gander through the M.O.M.A. - His beau Mona
While near the U. of N.Y. - Lives in London
Buy counterfeit diploma - He's a loner

Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?
Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?

Bums living in the bathroom - Move-in break up
Of the public library - Marriage Crumbling
All the subway musicians - No cause given
Make their eyeballs so hairy - None forthcoming
They spy my tape recorder - Boys unfaithful
Quit playing, so impatient - Girls who fake it
Unlike kinetic sculpture - How do humans

In Port Authorty Station - Ever make it?
Latin Americana - Times Square sliver
Commuting from Hoboken - Israel Nation
I'm feeling spermicidal - God delivers
I think my dick is broken - Black salvation

Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?
Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?
Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?
Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?

WELL...

Our hearts are set to twitching
And now we crave adventure
Back of my mind is itching
One day I'll hide your dentures

Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?
Promenade, nananana - Should I love you?

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The gray is much brighter in New York
The concrete, the sky, the pigeons
Aglow in the yellow marquee lights
Reopening old dimensions
We're breathing in the grime of an ancient dream-like time

I'm happy alone, but happier with you

Capture the scene, check the machine
Make sure the tape is rolling
All is viewed through a lens by Duchamp
Or I guess the camera's broken
I left my glasses back in sleepy Hackensack

You take my hand and lead me through the underground maze.

Subways are shooting stars
Melting your cinnamon heart.

. . .


Ring the bell
Make a wish
Soon it will come true
Syd from Central Park

Every gift will multiply
And come back to you
Syd from Central Park

What's to lose?
I can't refuse
And so I toss my change
Into Sydney's cart
I ring the bell and make a wish
Soon it starts to rain
Over Central Park

Such a day I've never had
When daylight's passed
Could this day last all night?

I smile at you, and you smile too
Floating, sweet, confused
Sidney was right!

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Deep in my heart
There is a man
Sits at his desk
And quick as he can
He types what I say
He types what I say
He types every word that I say.
And when I die
He'll take a bow
Cause that's the end of the play.
I know he is there
I know he is there
I know in my heart he is there

They put a girl
Right in my ear
She will record
Whatever I hear
I know she is there
I know she is there
I know in my ear she is there
And when I die
The album is done
It'll be racing to number one!

Hey Mr. Superstar!
Who the hell do you think you are?
Well, I'm young
And I'm Clean
And I'm living the dream
Everyone loves me
I don't know anybody

Deep in the heart
Of the galaxy
The telescopes are turned on me
Mission Control
Is filled with cheers
At the progression of my years

I know he is there
I know he is there
I know in my heart he is there
Hey Mr. Superstar!

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If you want to make me happy, stay.
If you want to make me laugh like a little boy, come play.
If you want to break my heart, just go away.

Learn how to disappear
Get yourself away from here
Change your name and your address
And get a brand new face
Erase the memories from your head
Act like someone else instead
Disappear and leave a giant question in your place

You've been hiding secrets and saying you must go
And you haven't even told me there's something wrong.
It shows.
But if you're really going to leave, I don't even want to know.

Learn how to disappear
Make yourself away from here
Change your name and your address
And get a brand new face
Erase the memories from your head
Act like someone else instead
Disappear and leave a giant question in your place

Some people really have to go.
Do you really have to go?

Find a city to live in with no one you know.
Don't say goodbye to anyone when you go.
Cover all your tracks, and never go back.

Do you really have to go?

. . .

The Optimist's Credo

[No lyrics]

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Those birds in that tree have been playing all day
When one bird is startled they all fly away

In easy formation they twist, roll and bend
Seeming to outline the shape of the wind

I'm smarter than them individually
Scattered bird brain in the top of the tree
But I must confess they remind me of me
When I consider them collectively

I like to watch them while I eat my lunch

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Look into my eyes
Can you see it?
You don't know what it is
But you want it
You can see it
It's wrong wrong wrong
Look into my eyes
And avoid me
Destroy me
I don't know why

Something's got a hex on me
Something's got a hex on me

Tiger star stolen
By some infernal
The innocent devil
Watch the compass spin
Horizon is swirling
You're surrounded
By a glow glow glow
Fingers from the sea
In all directions

Danger like a dagger now
Danger like a dagger now

You pin a dragon atop your hats
You're in the attic with the bats
In your address you're looking smart
A spade is tattooed on your heart

. . .


All day I've been writing a list of things to do before we die

Lean a ladder on a low cloud
And climb
And climb
Walk around the sky at night
Learn to be in love with height
Try it in the day

Let's try every one
'Till our day is done
I'm smiling, compiling a list of things to do before we die

Let's dement a few dimensions
And melt
And melt
Melt into a single face
Share a single point in space
Think and feel and fuck

Let's try every one
'Till our day is done
All day I've been writing a list of things to do before we die
To keep us occupied
Until the sweet by and by

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