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Coolyani
04:06
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Wide-eyed and treading the way.
You took your space, now all can
celebrate your blue skies.
No fear.
Just look at your face, that grace is now in
Endless supply.
Was yesteryear, that July, July scare,
and there was something there.
Now it’s starting up.
Shall I, shall I share.
You’re representing so cooly, Yani, Yani.
Cooly, Yani, Yani, Yani.
So, cool.
Go forth and desert me, this is the
Greatest goodbye.
‘Cause, it used to befall you, all of those
bootless cries.
Was yesteryear, that July, July Scare,
and there was something there.
Now, it’s starting up.
Shall I, shall I share.
You’re representing so cooly, Yani, Yani.
Cooly, Yani, Yani, Yani.
(Repeat the following chord progression forever, with Pragnus singing “so cool” over it, including a breakdown without music before it starts up again.)
You’re representing so cooly, Yani, Yani.
Cooly, Yani, Yani.
Cooly, Yani, Yani, Yani.
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2. |
Bucket of Paint
05:44
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It took a bucket of paint in a sulphurous rain to get to that plane
Took through daybreak for this entity’s identity, oh when did he grow the gall to venture… Mmm?
It was a matter of time but to reach the sublime, to wean the man off antiseptic
Notions that no longer rendered space but just a pasty, glutinous, sick redundant winter... Mmm…
I swam for safe distance
And the dreams were granted since
He said, “Now, I’ve got Existence
And I’m alive in every sense.”
You meddlesome, bright queens of insight, that’d be all right,
But if it’s true that he’s coming home, then your sick-ology’s a toxicity.
Plus, the medicine might mess with the light
And when they crowned the cranks, they granted
Magic with the lance of fixed views and in this way
They masked the chance to graze in the open air and this I pray
That the antiquated cracks come to light and burn away
Swim for safe distance
And the dreams will be granted since…
‘Cept, now, I don’t understand.
Am I allowed to any say?
YEAH!
Swim for safe distance.
And the dreams, they will be granted since...
Now, I’ve got Existence,
And I’m alive… in every sense.”
Swim for safe distance,
And the dreams will be granted since…
Now I got existence....
With notions that no longer render space, adjust the pace
‘Cause they mask chance to graze in the open air, and this I pray...
That the icy templates crack and melt away…
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3. |
The Gospel of Longfellow
05:31
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As we walk, as we walk…
Many times we wane.
Each of us is waiting for morning.
We can stand on a level plane.
We got no faith, faith faith,
‘cept in these aimless jaundiced ways.
It drains, drains, casts out your dreams, yeah
It seems that we lie in wait…
For a harvest of love,
It’s tough, tough, tough, tough
If we, we could read the secret history of our enemies,
We’d find in each, each life…
(We should find)
Sorrow and certain pain…
And there’s enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities…
Honest, it’s crept to this man,
Such a question which answer demands.
Though we walk, to the same morning,
We dishonor one another, and that would be a sin.
Yet fate, fate, fate should have it…
That we all, in the end… end up the same…
The grave, the grave. It’s all such a dream.
It seems that we lie in wait…
For a harvest of trust…
Then the world would be just… just, just, just.
If we, we could read the secret history of our enemies,
We’d find in each, each life…
(We should find)
Tomorrows and yesterdays…
That are the same enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities…
Sorrows and yesterdays…
That are the same enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities… Oh…
hostilities…
THERE’LL BE….
NO….
HOSTILITIES. THERE’LL BE,
NO….
HOSTILITIES. THERE’LL BE,
NO….
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Wish I could do more to sum your grace and bravery.
Nothing’s ahead of you but just this reverie.
Gwendolyn.
Wish I could do more than eulogy, my God, we loved you.
Wish I could do more than history, that past about you.
It brought to the fore that Goodnes reigns, under above you.
Gwendolyn. (Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn)
Gwendolyn. (Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn)
Wish I could do more than eulogy, my God, we loved you.
Wish I could do more than history, that passion of you.
It brought to the fore that Goodnes reigns, under above you.
Gwendolyn. (Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn)
Gwendolyn. (Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn)
Gwendolyn.
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5. |
Misunderstanding
05:09
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No, I just don’t need this. My nose is running like a morning wizz.
So, on the bus picked up a TV listing and...
crumpled it up and blew in.
Now, newsprint’s on my facial.
Now I don’t seem so special and refined.
So, kindly look at me,
with some kind of equanimity,
‘cause sometimes you take it just like me.
And if you disagree, well, it must be a...
Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding.
No, I shan’t feed this.
But your rosacea is hideous.
And on this bus -in bright sun- Jesus, your...
(bong!) make-up is remiss.
I’ve heard your success has faded.
Your popularity has abated and,
so kindly look at me,
with some kind of sympathy,
‘cause sometimes you take it just like me.
And if you disagree, well, it must be a (that would be a)...
Your down and it’s lifting me up!
It’s bringing me up, up, up and up.
Your down and it’s lifting me up!
It’s bringing me up, up, up and up...in the air!
Both our grasses were greener.
Now to see this sad demeanor, it’s...
some kind of scenery.
A sure sign that your just like me.
It’s some kind of equilibrium tree.
So, don’t align with enmity, yeah!!
‘cause that would be your...
Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding.
Caughtcha crinchin’ wuncha bleeved I one-uptcha.
Catchya Japanezin’ reachin’ for that sky, like Toyota, oh what a feelin’, what a feelin’, a meana, an obseena, and a greena you-hoo-hoo!
Let’s screech it to a halt, getcha coat, reach the people, let them note, it will defeatcha, and beseeja, please I beeseecha, cause Jeez, that creatcha that creatcha will come back atcha,
will come back atcha,
atcha, atachaaaaa...
Unh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Unh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Unh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Unh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Translation:
Caught you crinching once you believed I once-upped you.
Catch you Japanezing, reaching for that sky, like Toyota, oh what a feeling, what a feeling, a meaner, an obscener, and a greener you.
Let’s screech it to a halt, get your coat, reach the people, let them note, it will defeat you, and beseige you, please, I beseech you, because, Jesus, that creature that creature will come back at you,
will come back at you,
at you
at you...
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6. |
Marcel
05:45
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They’re in the mohave among the flat-top buttes
There is wind in their boots
Their faces suited with hankerchiefs
With paramecium motifs
The black sky spins and Marcel’s wonderin’
Marcel, never mentioned the friend
They wanted to seize this for fatal disease has entered the fray.
Oh, Jesus, here there was no Messiah
Yet there was a fire that centered the brave
MARCEL!!
He wanted to soothsay his imminent doomsday for gauging this trip
For the time to take in all of those good things before he slips.
And this trip has gone astray.
The story might have slipped and gone its million ways.
It’s like a slipshod display, it’s got some teeth.
Congratulate me for facing this thing
But please don’t berate me ‘bout that song I’d like sing.
It’s like a quick shard cuts me so deep.
I can’t get this guitar out of my head, just take my keys.
Won’t you please play that song again today.
I have come to dispense all pretenses
Since I can’t bring my defenses.
I’ll have to leave my gear in this world of appearances.
The black sky spins, and Marcel’s wonderin’.
What should happen concerns me,
‘Cause I can’t discern the space from the fear.
Here, we’ll make us a fire, begin to inquire.
It’s easier here… to disappear.
Marcel… will turn to third person before it’s clear.
(Please come here, I think it’s really near.)
This ship has gone astray.
Health has slipped, it’s now in disarray.
It’s like a slipshod display, it’s got some teeth.
Eviscerating and ill-fating this thing.
There’ll be no satiating but to hear them sing.
It’s like a quick shard,cuts me so deep.
I can’t get this guitar out of my head, just take my keys.
The disc is in the glove compartment, won’t you please.
We’ll make a quick stop to praise your flaxen trees.
The Viceroy Butterflies just prayed for the deceased.
I’ve got to convince Sky to play that opus please.
Cause…it’s like a slipshod display, it’s got…
…it’s got…
it’s got...
Maybe please one more shot…
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7. |
Don't Be Afraid
02:56
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Aaaaah…. aahhhhhhh.
Aaaaah…. aahhhhhhh.
Aaaaaahhhh…. Don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid, I’ll be there for you… always, YEAH!
And don’t be afraid, True Nature will be there as you. Don’t be….
Afraid. Don’t be….
Afraid…. don’t, don’t…. don’t be…
Afraid. Don’t be….
Afraid…. don’t, don’t…. cause’
It’s like a slipshod, It’s got some teeth!
Oh! It’s like a slipshod. It’s got some!
It’s got some teeth! No!
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid
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8. |
Hollowed by the Sun
03:57
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The drone is perched upon the sill.
He’s pressed between the window and the screen and waits there still.
He’d gone to her just wanting understanding.
But once he’d mated with the queen, now his life was ending.
So, here he lies and takes in kitchen scenes. Oooh….
While the curly-haired boy tends the plants and cleans.
His thorax’s destiny’s to be dried out and emptied.
Hollowed by the Sun. Gather ‘round to witness, everyone.
Hollowed by the Sun. It’s the end.
His company’s the detritus
Of former bees who retired all alone with no witnesses.
Brothers and sisters, by the hundreds and they’re not wonderin’ where he’s been.
Of all last wishes, the one that reaches deep in this one bee is not to be alone
On that sill, cooked on that grill, all the while
The curly-haired boy innocently makes oatmeal.
It’s unreal.
This life’s a mirage it seems.
Soon his fuselage will be…
Hollowed by the Sun. Gather ‘round to witness, everyone.
Hollowed by the Sun. It’s the end.
A worker girl is hovering
At the vase where the curly-haired boy with his hand is sweeping
The dead leaves.
She’s just gathering the nectar from the daisies.
He brushes up against her back and she gets the crazies.
Her ovipositor punctures that boy. Oooh….
While, the furry-haired drone beats against the window pane for joy. For the…
Stinger disengaged will kill. Soon she’ll join him on that sill. Now, they both will be…
Hollowed by the Sun. Gather ‘round to witness, everyone.
Hollowed by the Sun. It’s the end.
Hollowed by the Sun. Gather ‘round to witness, everyone.
Hollowed by the Sun. It’s the end.
Hollowed by the Sun. Gather ‘round to witness, everyone.
Hollowed by the Sun. It’s the end...
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9. |
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As we walk, as we walk…
Many times we wane.
Each of us is waiting for morning.
We can stand on a level plane.
We got no faith, faith faith,
‘cept in these aimless jaundiced ways.
It drains, drains, casts out your dreams, yeah
It seems that we lie in wait…
For a harvest of love,
It’s tough, tough, tough, tough
If we, we could read the secret history of our enemies,
We’d find in each, each life…
(We should find)
Sorrow and certain pain…
And there’s enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities…
Honest, it’s crept to this man,
Such a question which answer demands.
Though we walk, to the same morning,
We dishonor one another, and that would be a sin.
Yet fate, fate, fate should have it…
That we all, in the end… end up the same…
The grave, the grave. It’s all such a dream.
It seems that we lie in wait…
For a harvest of trust…
Then the world would be just… just, just, just.
If we, we could read the secret history of our enemies,
We’d find in each, each life…
(We should find)
Tomorrows and yesterdays…
That are the same enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities…
Sorrows and yesterdays…
That are the same enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities… Oh…
hostilities…
THERE’LL BE….
NO….
HOSTILITIES. THERE’LL BE,
NO….
HOSTILITIES. THERE’LL BE,
NO….
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Pragnus Gray Collective is a music project featuring songs written by Steven J. Lawrence with a rotating lineup of contributing musicians and recording artists.
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