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Fables From a Mayfly Lyrics


001 Tibet / Dance of the Manatee (4:11)
002 Kyla Cries Cologne / Pre Versa (4:01)
003 Vice/Versa (3:55)
004 The Wife, The Kids, and the White Picket Fence (3:29)
005 April Fools and Eggmen / Cipieron (4:44)
006 A Seafarer's Knot (4:11)
007 A Wolf Descends upon the Spanish Sahara (4:13)
008 Walls of Jericho (3:46)
009 Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes (4:02)
010 Upgrade^Brigade / When The Bough Breaks (5:17)
011 Say When / Ozymandius (5:52)
012 An Honest Conman (iTunes Bonus) (4:01)


Dance of the Manatee

Album:Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 01
Running Time: 4:11


Take a little dive into the shallow or spy,
What do you see?
I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race,
And it fits like a glove under my sleeve,
Just wait 'till then.

Their heads are the heaviest in operation,
He has still not lost imagination.
You can hear him mouth the whole ending,
Just wait 'till then.

We Marys had ourselves a ball.
Oh, yes we did.
We Marys had ourselves a ball,
I must admit.

Hang us! Those limbs hold no virtue.
Those told to hold, project on my cue.
Until we fall.

Whether a he or a she put your mouth where your money is.
Are the birds of a feather that clever?
If I knew I'd keep locks, that's a given,
Just wait 'till then.

Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers,
Still small enough to fit up their asses,
To put it all into perspective,
With definition.

We Marys had ourselves a ball.
Oh, yes we did.
We Marys had ourselves a ball,
I must admit.

Hang us! Those limbs hold no virtue.
Those told to hold project on my cue.

Oh, take a gander the bigger they are the harder they fall.
Oh, take a gander the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Not needy you see, not needy,
And I curse my open arms over trees.
Not needy you see.
Not needy you see, not needy,
And I curse my open arms over trees.
Not needy you see.
Not needy you see, not needy,
And I curse my open arms over trees.
Not needy you see.
Not needy you see, not needy,
And I curse my open arms over trees.

Listen to proven guarantees,
While you're rollin' up your sleeves,
Beatin' on the chest.
But we can keep it in a jar,
When it's comin' cats and dogs for days.

We Marys had ourselves a ball,
And I guarantee,
That what they've done for you, they've done for me, they've done for me.

Hang us! Those limbs hold no virtue.
Those told to hold, project on my cue.
Hang us! Those limbs hold no virtue.
Those told to hold, project on my cue.


Kyla Cries Cologne

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 02
Running Time: 4:01


Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but I see pyrite.
It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander.
They choose to act but not I.

Planting the seeds you sow,
Is easier than growing the row.
Let's go outside and it might restore us, whole.
More for the fire that fights for the freeze.
Now mechanical.

So then the pair proceeded,
Another pulse defeated, can't say that I am surprised.
"It is the fly trap's color that caused the fall into her."
What is the shade that you saw?

Planting the seeds you sow,
Is easier than growing the row.
Let's go outside and it might restore us, whole.
More for the fire that fights for the freeze.
Now mechanical.

Bound by the salt, not your earth.
The hat mocks the rabbit, while the bee stings the shark.
Stop the start.
These are my disguises.

Planting the seeds you sow,
Is easier than growing the row.
Let's go outside and it might restore us,
More for the fire that fights for the freeze, now.
Let's go outside and it might restore us,
More for the fire that fights for the freeze,
Mechanical.


Vice/Versa

Album:Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 03
Running Time: 3:55


Mountains of molehills,
A grapevine in my ear.
Spots on the tiger,
While the townspeople gather to hear,
While the nest in my hands starve for rest.

Sticklers for cheap fun,
You oughta be ashamed,
To trade in your heirlooms,
For an all day black market parade,
For a grand prize a slap in the face.

For you.
Bold faced type covers your text,
It must have been winter.

Still frame, no dice.
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay still.
It takes a luminescent hue.
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest.
Still frame, no dice.

Loons light the skyline,
While you sleep on concrete,
With both your eyes open.
I just kept pullin' on both your feet.
Someday together we'll breathe, breathe (Breathe!).

For you.
Bold faced type covers your text,
It must have been winter.

Still frame, no dice.
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay still.
It takes a luminescent hue.
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest.
Still frame, no dice.

Roll down the windows,
I know there's a shortcut ahead.
The long drive home is taking its toll,
We just need to rest.

Still frame, no dice.
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay still.
It takes a luminescent hue.
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest.
Still frame, no dice.


The Wife, The Kids, and the White Picket Fence

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 04
Running Time: 3:29


Mail-order brides,
Turtlenecks and trophy wives.
Had the ways and means to breach,
The borders of Easy Street.
And to blend right in,
We all surrounded them,
In a white picket fence.
Now both ends meet . . .

Suffice it to say, there's a time and a place so I wait,
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for.
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line,
That burns at both our good ends.

Two peas in a pod,
A battle-axe and a bastard child,
Took one step more,
And went straight to the source.
And to blend right in,
They opened fire with,
Their rain checks spent.
To make ends meet . . .

Suffice it to say there's a time and a place so I wait,
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for.
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line,
That burns at both our good ends.

Go on, paint the whole town red,
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess,
And so I wait . . .

Suffice it to say there's a time and a place so I wait,
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for.
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line,
That burns at both our good ends.


April Fools and Eggmen

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 05
Running Time: 4:44


Rest assured, they're weighing words in sympathetic ink.
And they don't waste their time suspending disbelief.
They face the facts with thinking caps.
They map out and display,
But that's not the only way.

Common sense won't pay the rent, and doesn't grow on trees.
But splitting hairs can get you anything you need.
Who would've thought connecting dots might get you to the point?
But charity's a rarity,
Almost as much as modesty.

Take the bait!
And stay however long it takes,
Before you lay to rest.
However much it takes.

Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink.
And I don't waste my time suspending disbelief.
Masterminds want bottom lines that map out and display.
If I have every bit of faith,
I won't be turning in my grave.

Take the bait!
And stay however long it takes,
Before you lay to rest.
However much it takes. Yeah.

Take your own advice,
Before you take a side.
Look for middle ground.

Take the bait.
And stay however long it takes,
Before you lay to rest.
However much it takes,
Before you lie and wait.
However long it takes.


A Seafarer's Knot

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 06
Running Time: 4:11


Lucky are the leaves of the clover.
She's diggin' for chemistry with the butcher's tools.
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler.
He's making his tricks his trade, and a job well done.

Through the motions waving wishes,
To your confidence and eloquence.

He's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too.
What small amazing things we will turn to rain.

Lucky is a deer in the headlights.
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more.
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy.
He'd rather give up the ghost, than take five.

Through the motions waving wishes,
To your confidence and eloquence.

He's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too.
What small amazing things we will turn to rain.

Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high.
Drink to love, while we wait for high tide.
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word.
Gather 'round, while we wait for high tide.

He's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Your spots,
Your seeds,
Lack fur,
We're all,
A mess,
As though:
We all have another.


A Wolf Descends upon the Spanish Sahara

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 07
Running Time: 4:13


If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win,
A bird's eye view of a burning bridge.
You come through ghost towns set on pause,
Hoping the risk was worth the cause.

Whoa~
Sound off the false alarm!
Whoa~

But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

If you could spare me forty winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish?

Whoa~
Stomp on your land again!
Whoa~

But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win,
A ringside seat at the main event.

Whoa~
Stomp on your land again!
Whoa~

It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

It smells like disaster,
Take all of the scraps.
So go by the wayside,
I'll never look back.


The Walls of Jericho

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 08
Running Time: 3:46


(What dreams.)
Splendidly weaved from an atom bomb,
Retrieved from a teleprompt,
Practical, you are not.
(What dreams.)
Break the ice with a cotton swab.
A fever that cools us off, Handshake's a contact sport.

No one was waiting to throw out the pilot,
We float on the back of the winds that you send us.

Another tomorrow,
Shedding the shade we made yesterday.
Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder, then-
Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies.
Another tomorrow,
Another tomorrow.

(So fly.)
Grab my hand, here comes the crash.
I live for the strong impact,
That renders both our airbags.
(Seven folds.)
Takes every letter you send,
Don't fold if you're made to bend,
Rekindle the feud again.

No one was waiting to throw out the pilot,
We float on the back of the winds that you send us.

Another tomorrow,
Shedding the shade we made yesterday.
Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder, then-
Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies.
Another tomorrow.

Did you recognize your next door neighbors today?
(Did you...)

String up your harp,
Play like today will last five minutes.
This won't take long,
Sing us a song that stops the sirens.
String up your harp,
Play like today will last five minutes.
This won't take long,
Sing us a song that stops the silence.

Another tomorrow,
Shedding the shade we made yesterday.
Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder, then-
Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies.
Another tomorrow.


Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 09
Running Time: 4:02


Too much patience, no resistance.
Within shouting distance, you can hear a blind man's bluff.
Dragging names through the mud, instead of biting his tongue.
The Devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
While the rubbernecks all get their fill.

Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear,
Him throwing stones.

Too much hogwash, not enough hearsay.
Always made the front page,
He could use a fine tooth comb.
To get a word from the wise,
Would be a welcome surprise.
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound,
'Cause the dead air is what made me whole.

Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear,
Him throwing stones.

These walls don't talk,
Even when somebody knocks.
These walls don't stand,
For anyone else but themselves.
These walls won't fall,
Even when gravity's failing us all.

Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear,
Him throwing stones.


Upgrade^Brigade

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 10
Running Time: 5:17


Glow but don't shine.
A fuse for a blueprint,
Devices my hands built.
For, for these roads want the rain and my raincoat,
Drown in the flash flood.

For we are alive.

Give, given air, Not used to alfresco.
Does the sun know,

Today I forgot the zeros and ones?
Told you to conquer the rush.
Sunday I remembered paper beats rock.
Reached a mile high if I reached a foot.

Leop, leopard skin is not above or beyond,
No more a prince than a frog is.
For, for these roads should not have shed for a witness,
Or taken bites to avenge us.

For we are alive.

Give, given air,
Not used to alfresco.
Does the sun know,

Today I forgot the zeros and ones?
Told you to conquer the rush.
Sunday I remembered paper beats rock.
Reached a mile high if I reached a foot.

I'm figuring out, the one thing he's not.
Is above and beyond.
And no one's packing up, taking off, or waving goodbye,
For we are alive.
Today I forgot the zeros and ones.
Told you to conquer the rush.
Sunday I remembered paper beats rock.
Reached a mile high if I reached a foot.


When The Bough Breaks

I'll give you a home.


Say When

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True
Track: 11
Running Time: 5:52


The sideways man,
Walks on his hands.
Can't keep from dragging his feet and,
When he tries,
I try.

They twist his arms,
To get a head-start.
Tycoons love hitting the jackpot.
To get back what they've won,
He'd have to raise the bar.

The desert heat left us all in the dark,
They buried the sun so I carried the torch.
They're head over heels with eyes on the prize,
I settled for less and it's more than enough.

Just say when . . .

Truth be told,
I'd rather be sold,
Than juggle stepping stones but,
When he tries,
I try.

They all take part,
To get a head-start.
Big wigs love hitting the jackpot,
Taking all the cheap-shots.
The referee was wrong.

The way they left us all in the dark,
They buried the sun so I carried the torch.
The way they had their eyes on the prize,
I settled for less and it's more than enough.

Just say when . . .

The way they left us all in the dark,
They buried the sun so I carried the torch.
The way they had their eyes on the prize,
I settled for less and it's more than enough.
The way they left us all in the dark,
Head over heels but it's never enough.

Just say when . . .


An Honest Conman

Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Track: 12
Running Time: 4:02


It's highway robbery,
And I have my receipts.
The skeletons I meet say they lay on their backs just to pave our way,
Right back to the starting gate.
They run circles around,
The King without a crown.
The speechless make a sound,
And start spreading their love with a boxing glove,
What would you expect from us?

Believe it! Believe it! Believe it!
Let's let you carry the weight of a drifter,
We doubt you've attempted.
Believe it! Believe it! Believe it!
And push your luck if it makes you a promise,
That turns con men honest.

The lap of luxury,
Is not a mercy seat.
The skeletons I meet say they lay on their backs just to lead the way,
Right into the Everglades.
They thank their lucky stars,
And lose them in the cards.
Cowards are in charge and their painting their trust with a coat of rust,
What did you expect from us?

Believe it! Believe it! Believe it!
Let's let you carry the weight of a drifter,
We doubt you've attempted.
Believe it! Believe it! Believe it!
And push your luck if it makes you a promise,
That turns con men honest.

And these days, you're raking it in but forget,
That regret, is counting the cards in your hand.
And these days, they probably have to ask themselves,
What did you expect from us?

Believe it! Believe it! Believe it!
Let's let you carry the weight of a drifter,
We doubt you've attempted.
Believe it! Believe it! Believe it!
And push your luck if it makes you a promise,
That turns con men honest.