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The Meaning of 8 (2007)
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Everywhere All At One Time
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The Shape of 8
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You have eyes like mine
Are we strangers or am I you are I

Put your face on mine
Put your face on mine

What you feel makes part of what they'll feel
It's a chain reaction
Put out fear and they'll feel fear
It's a chain reaction
Put out love and they'll feel love
It's a chain reaction

Put your face on mine
Put your face on mine

. . .


His Sunday best includes the helmet of an astronaut
Tablecloth cape, embroidered number 8 sayin'
'I am a proud man, I am a proud man'
Dancin' to the beat of a mother coming down, sing it

Please remain calm
Please remain calm

It's hard to tell the difference of a prophet from a crackpot
I wouldn't blame you if you'd rather stay in bed
We'd go smilin', we'd go down smilin'
Dancin' to the beat of a mother coming down, take it

Please remain calm
Please remain calm
Calm

This is a test of the emergency broadcasting system
This is a test, this is only a test
You can stand single file, put your head between your legs
You can stop drop and roll 'cause this is only a test, kick it

. . .


I was out paying close attention, or was I lost inside my thoughts?
These days it's hard to tell what's outside from what's in my mind.
But, oh God, it's beautiful and insatiable the way our chemicals collide.

I was out catching up to tomorrow, or was I caught up in the past?
These days it's hard to tell what's out in front from what's behind.
But, oh God, it's unforgettable and unpredictable the way our chemicals collide.

I was sleeping in the lilies, or was I up all night?
These days it's hard to tell what's half asleep from fully alive.
We were loving like a landslide, or were we in a fight?

These days it's hard to tell what's right from wrong and wrong from right.
And oh God, it's beautiful and insatiable the way our chemicals collide.
And oh God, it's unforgettable and unpredictable the way our chemicals collide.

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The scene begins
With a hermit's melody
Sung by a bashful bird
Hung in a violet sky
There are no words
But there's understanding
It's been so long
Since I've heard that pretty voice

Raise up the lights
And enter hero girl
She makes me calm
God, she makes me calm
Then she hears the song
And she starts singing
It's been so long
Since I've heard that pretty voice

Strike up the band
Here comes the storyline
About the usual struggle
Between fear and love
This is the lifelong song
That we're all singing
It's been so long
Since I've heard that pretty voice

When it begins
I miss your harmony
But you're so shy
You're such a bashful bird
Here's a song
But no one's singing
It's been so long
Since I've heard your pretty voice

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I'll turn my stupid brain into a gateway
Meet me in the place where life comes to get away

I'll turn my stupid brain into a gateway
Meet me in the place where life comes to get away

Here it comes
Here it comes
Here we go, ho

It's nice to meet you, ho ho
It's nice to meet you, ho ho

You are a special one, don't you know
Go back and show them a hopeful show
You are a special one, don't you know

Back inside my body I pick up the pieces
Come up my friends and welcome another day

Back inside my body I pick up the pieces
Come up my friends and welcome another day
Damn that stupid brain

Back inside my body I pick up the pieces
Come on my friends and welcome another day
Damn that stupid brain

. . .


Got myself a new look,
Something gave me another chance to see.
Each time, each time I will try to do better.
Right now, right now is where I guess I belong.

Pulled my fist from my mouth.
I beat myself for a quarter century.
Remind, remind that it's bigger than me.
Dissolve, dissolve into evergreens.

These are things that I keep hidden in belly.
I can't see them but they control my life.
For a moment you could see right through me,
See right through me.
Help me make this right.
Look at all those skeletons running from their closets,
get them in the light!

These are things that I keep hidden in belly.
I can't see them but they control my life.
For a moment you could see right through me,
See right through me.
Help me make this right.
Look at all those skeletons running from their closets,
get them in the light!

You can take it in stride, or you can take it right between the eyes.
Suck up, suck up and take your medicine.
It's a good day, it's a good day to face the hard things.

Pulled my fist from my mouth.
I beat myself for a quarter century.
Remind, remind that it's bigger than me.
Dissolve, dissolve into evergreens.

We found beautiful babies sleeping in our ribs.
Get them in the light.
Get them in the light.

You can take it in stride, or you can take it right between the eyes.
Suck up, suck up and take your medicine.

We found beautiful babies sleeping in our ribs.
Get them in the light.
Get them in the light.

You can take it in stride, or you can take it right between the eyes.
Suck up, suck up and take your medicine.

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Who could hang a dead man's swing-set from the moon yeah
You did
Then you gave it
To the ghosts and
The witches

Who can say goodbye with a yodel-ay-hee-hoo yeah
You did
With the promise
That the dead are now magicians

This hymn rings with the singing of three cheers
For the king of the jungle gym
He's the kid who swore it is a one handshake
A birthday cake imitation

You make traffic jams feel like parades
You bury the dead with the faith
That makes lightning bugs swarm
As if it was graduation

Who could change your silly life into a screaming supernova?
You do

Who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane?

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This is the dance
That brings the dead to the living
Just say "I miss you
Every day you know"

This is the dance
That brings the dead to the living
They say "I'm with you
Every day you know"

This is the dance
That brings the dead to the living
Just say "I miss you
Every day you know"

This is the dance
That brings the dead to the living
They say "I'm with you
Every day you know"

Can you hear them come? (x8)

This is the dance
That brings the dead to the living
Just say "I miss you
Every day you know"

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Everywhere All At One Time

[No lyrics]

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There must be purpose here cause most of us keep waking up
(Don't you think it's pretty here)
It's so unexpectedly predictable
So sloppily intentional
Does anyone know the punchline yet

There must be rhythm here cause all of us have a heartbeat
(Don't you see the music here)
Inside our ribs we take an average of 60 beats a minute
A-rum-pum-pum-pum
A-rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

There must be forgiveness here cause most of us have our weaknesses
(Tell me what are your weaknesses)
I don't know myself and I'm afraid of you
I'm happiest on chemicals
The goings come and the comings go
Forgive me I'm just an animal

There must be healing here cause everybody here has been damaged
And we'll wear it like a tattoo
Every scar is a smile
To hell with the going down

There must be afterlife here cause we all pray for resurrection
You see the end comes quick as a bullet

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And for a moment I saw God
And it was so effing precious
It was an 80 year old dog
A little girl kissing a frog
A little boy who thought Jesus was He-Man

And then, and then
And then, and then
And then, and then

I found divinity in the hole in the front of your head
You spoke of bubblegum bums
You dressed the devil in a thong
You turned funeral cries into lullaby songs

1 2 3 4 5
4 5 6 7 8
1 2 3 4 5
5 6, 7 8
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
2 3 4 5 6

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The Shape of 8

[No lyrics]

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Freddy fell in love with a girl underground
He was only 8 years old when he started digging down
Singing "I love you more than you know"

Mother said "Fred, people underground are dead
You've never even seen her, something's wrong with your head
And "I love you more than you know"

Freddy disappeared when he was 80 years old
Still digging for his lover in a bottomless hole
Singing "I love you more than you know"

Some say he's still digging, others say his love is found
You can still hear him singing, put your ear to the ground
Listen: "I love you more than you know"

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You and I make a lovely shape
Two circles cubed draw a number 8
It's a perfect day to dress the kids in snowsuits
While we bake bread through the monsoon
Cause I'm in love with you
And all that we've been through
We're finally coming to
Two by two by two

This is the meaning of the number 8
The meaning of the number 8
The meaning of the number 8
8, 8, 8, 8...

Shape the pain into something great
Disintegrate and reintegrate
Let's go live like Sunday morning cartoons
Grow Christmas trees from tombs
Cause I'm in love with you
And all that we've been through
We're finally coming to
Two by two by two

This is the meaning of the number 8
The meaning of the number 8
The meaning of the number 8
8, 8, 8, 8...

. . .


It's 4-o'clock in the morning
And I am staring at the ceiling plaster
A movie screen of all my days
That came and left with grace

It's Halloween and the smell of burning
Pumpkin takes me back through all the
People I have dressed up as
To tell myself I have a pretty soul

And it is so wonderful
It is so wonderful
Beautiful

And I give thanks to my youthful days
Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face
I pray I'll find as innocent a place
When I am 88

And I give thanks to my present day
It just got here so please don't go away
I finally see it's what I choose to make
I choose to make it into gold

And it is so wonderful
Beautiful

I give thanks to my youthful days
Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face
I pray I'll find as innocent a place
When I am 88

And I give thanks to my present day
It just got here so please don't go away
I finally see it's what I choose to make
And I choose to make it into gold

. . .


You're invited to the party
Down by the rocket crash
No one knows what happened there
Cause the thing went down so fast
And they've gathered up the pieces
Still burning with blue radiance
Some say it's just a missile
Others say it must be aliens

And the only eye-witness
Is a Russian widow and she says
"It's clear that he has come again
Sell your SUVs for Jesus"
But the merchants were the first to come
With popcorn stands and freakshows
Selling everything from religious relics to plastic UFOs
And the news teams come with cameras cameras cameras thick as flies
A Pulitzer Prize to the first of you who talks to the alien Christ

And the days they came and went
With no sign of the mystical
So they all went back to the daily drone
Of the practical and predictable
And Farmer Johnson built his rambler house upon that rocket hole
As if to prove man's domain
Over everything unknown

And he fell in love with the neighbor girl
And had a baby shortly after
That kid never made a single sound
Except the sound of laughter
And the words first came at 8 years old
When she spoke about the crash
And she said and she said and she said
"Someone as God came
And ran its fingers through my hair"

. . .


Did you hear about the deaf girl
The one who sang a silent song
Although it's totally quiet
You can't help but hum along

Did you hear about the deaf girl
The one who wrote the silent CD
Although there's nothing to hear
I swear that there are things to be seen

She'll make the world stand still
She'll make the world stand still

And someone sing us a song
That makes us feel like raspberries in the middle of June
When the garden's just getting going
Someone sing us a song
That makes us feel like the coolest kid on the first day of school
You're as big as you're gonna get but you're still growing

Did you hear about the deaf girl
The one whose song's gone number one
Three minutes of silence on the radio
It's the best damn gift for everyone

Did you hear about the deaf girl
The one who made everything clear
If we could just shut up for a second
My darling, my dear, we might actually hear

She made the world stand still
She made the world stand still

And someone sing us a song
That makes us feel like the dead are breathing birthday balloons
And they blow and they blow and they blow
And someone sing us a song
That makes us feel like the fourth of July and New Year's Eve
Are making love in the snow
Ah-oh, ah-oh

. . .


In just a little while
In just a little while
In just a little while
In just a little while

Find it out, find it out

Just holding makes me better for it
Just holding makes me better for it
Just holding makes me better for it

. . .


*The most beautiful music in the world*

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