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Tiger

by Simian Crease

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1.
(instrumental)
2.
No Tiger 03:07
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…
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Vultures 02:40
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.
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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??
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(instrumental)
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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...
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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.
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Dying Art 01:59
(instrumental)
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You Left Me 03:42
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...
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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...
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Reynarpeggio 04:38
(instrumental)

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

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released October 30, 2012

All Instruments & Vocals ~ Mike Miles

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Simian Crease Puyallup, Washington

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

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