Tiger

by Simian Crease

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Letting go of one and holding on to another...

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released 30 October 2012

All Instruments & Vocals ~ Mike Miles

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Simian Crease Portland, Oregon

An "extremely prolific and creative studio project..." ~ Fabricoh Magazine

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Track Name: Tannhäuser Gate
(instrumental)
Track Name: No Tiger
I’m no tiger…
no alligator.
Some flightless bird
no one has heard of?
No.

I could have
and I should have.
I would have
had I only known that
time is so short.

Time is so short…

I’m no rooster,
can’t see the future.
No tolling bell here
to ring.

And I’m still waving
though you’ve turned the corner.

Moving forward,
heading onward.
Greener pastures,
I suppose.

I could have
and I should have.
I would have
had I only known that
time is so short.

Time is so short…

These lives we lead,
like rubber bugs
on plastic leaves,
or Sunday funnies
on Christmas gifts...
they’re here
and then they’re not.

I’m no tiger…
no alligator.
But I’m still waving
and I’ll see you later.

I’ll see you later.

I’ll see you later…
Track Name: Vultures
I’m not alone…
no, no.

I’ve got vultures
all around me.

They’ve picked through my bones…
yeah, yeah.

They’ve taken my eyes
now I can’t cry no more.

And I can’t see the light
I’m heading towards.

I know I’m out of time
but, baby, I’ll be fine.

I’ve got vultures
all around me.

Don’t need you around…
no, no.

Misery
knows where to find me.

And when I am found…
yeah, yeah.

I’ll have vultures
all around me.

Taking their pound of flesh,
setting me free, I guess.

Like you did
the day you left.

I’m not alone…
no, no.

I’ve got vultures
all around me.
Track Name: (More Or Less) Murder
You've been shackled, locked away
and forgotten.
Ate the apple and came away
feeling rotten.

We only hurt the ones we love.
The rest, we more or less murder.

We only hurt the ones we love.
The rest, we more or less murder.

You've been cornered, torn apart
and you reacted.
Took the wires from your heart
and disconnected.

We only hurt the ones we love.
The rest, we more or less murder.

We only hurt the ones we love.
The rest, we more or less murder.

You've been broken, brushed aside
and left for dead.
Picked up and taken for a ride.
You’ve run the stop sign in your head.

We only hurt the ones we love.
The rest, we more or less murder.

That fucked up feeling that you feel...
overturned, spinning wheels.
Who was the driver?
Were there any survivors?

Did anyone make it out alive??

We only hurt the ones we love.
The rest, we more or less murder.

Did anyone make it out alive??
Track Name: Monkey vs. Tiger
(instrumental)
Track Name: Catch A Comet
Stars aligning,
candle-cursed.
For better or for worse.
If it's the last thing that I do...

I'll catch a comet in my hand
and wrap it up.
Maybe then you'll understand.
This is our love,
this our love.

Silver lining,
faux-reversed.
For better or for worse.
If it's the last thing that I do...

I'll catch a comet in my hand
and wrap it up.
Maybe then you'll understand.
This is our love,
this our love.

This is our love,
this our love.

Your body swoons
like Uri's spoon.
With a steady hand
I'll shoot the moon.
If it's the last thing that I do...

I'll marry you.
I'll marry you...
Track Name: Blue-eyed Tiger
Blue-eyed tiger.
Green-eyed monkey.
Tango tableau.
Twisted turnkey.

Caught in moonglow.
Riding sunray.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.

Skin-tight, black-striped.
Blue-eyed twilight.
Monkey murder.
Mercurial tiger.

Caught in moonglow.
Riding sunray.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.

Blue-eyed tiger.
What's it with her?
Green-eyed monkey.
What's it with he?

Crackpot, jackpot.
Simian slingshot.
Blue-eyed tiger...
monkey she got.

Caught in moonglow.
Riding sunray.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.

Caught in moonglow.
Riding sunray.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.
Demons dreaming.
Angels scheming.

Demons dreaming.
Track Name: Dying Art
(instrumental)
Track Name: You Left Me
You left me,
you left me in a smoking swirl,
with fireworks and flags unfurled.
You left me holding up the world.

You left me,
you left me when the going got tough.
Your heart caved in and you gave up.
You left me here with all this stuff.

Last night our bed opened up and swallowed me whole, oh-oh.
And then the devil reached in to steal my soul, oh-oh.

You left me,
you left me when the house caught fire.
When the flames were closing in on desire,
you left me holding onto the wire.

You left me,
you left me under cover of night,
expecting me to put out the light.
You couldn't even say goodbye.

Last night the ceiling rained an ocean of tears, oh-oh.
And then the devil sailed in on a ship of my fears, oh-oh.

Oh-oh…

You left me,
you left me in a hail of stones,
a stinging cold that chilled to the bone.
You left me here to face it alone.

You left me,
you left me when the road got rough.
Pulled over when you'd had enough.
You left me with unfinished love.

Last night our bed opened up and swallowed me whole, oh-oh.
And then the devil reached in to steal my soul, oh-oh.

Last night the ceiling rained an ocean of tears, oh-oh.

Last night it all fell apart and you weren't here, oh-oh.

Last night it all fell apart and you weren't here, oh-oh.

Last night it all fell apart and you weren't here, oh-oh.

It all fell apart and you weren't here, oh-oh.

Oh-oh...
Track Name: Moving Big, Black Boxes (Ballad Of The Tragic Two)
We’ll call ourselves
‘The Tragic Two’…
The smoke machines,
the bad reviews.
We’ll sing our little songs,
get hooked on drugs
and all the while
fall madly in love.

We could be moving
big, black boxes.
We should be moving
big, black boxes…

Through word of mouth
and telephone poles,
The Tragic Two
would rock and roll.
We’d do the one
‘bout how you break my heart.
But you and I know
we could never part…

We should be moving
big, black boxes.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…

A standard E for you.
And a modified C for me.
It won’t be easy.
No, no, no.
but we’ll work out the details.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just you and me…

When the suit rolls in
with his snaky hand,
we’ll say, “thanks,
but no thanks, man.”
We want to sing our little songs,
maybe we’ll kick these drugs,
but all the while
we’ll stay madly in love.
The Tragic Two,
forever in love!

We could be moving
big, black boxes.
We should be moving
big, black boxes…
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…

Big, black boxes.

From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We should be moving
big, black boxes.

Big, black boxes...
Track Name: Reynarpeggio
(instrumental)