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Ellis in the Orchard
04:31
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Ellis in the orchard, pickin' baskets of oranges, where are all the hired hands?
They've gone to follow some prophet man, as far as I can understand,
they left to follow some prophet man.
Peckesen, poor Colonel Peckesen.
Ellis up a ladder, lookin' down at a letter, says "we are the pickers,
we've gone to work in the vineyards. The Grape Prophet called,
and we heard our names, tell Colonel Peckesen that he's not to blame."
Peckesen, poor Colonel Peckesen.
Ellis in the orchard, pickin' baskets of oranges, where are all the basket lines?
They've gone to work on the grapevine.
The Colonel falls down on his face, all his orange juice is gonna waste.
Peckesen, poor Colonel Peckesen.
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Travels
03:10
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The Fold
04:00
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She left me in a basket of rotten, round, bitter balls,
and Peckesen is beggin' to find her,
diggin' in to find the answer. She's a ditchin'.
I think I see her now, she's runnin' to clip me.
I think I see her now, she's just singin' and starin',
wanderin' around some vines and dirt.
She's lookin' me in the eyes,
but she doesn't seem to see me,
I can't seem to see her, she's spinnin'.
Come into the fold.
Your future is ours, I'm your mind in time, spin the callous wheel, don't let the coil spoil.
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Hello Ellis, welcome to the rows of red and green,
open up your mind and leave all reason far behind,
Empower.
Your aura shines just like a fire that is soon to dim.
Here comes your prophet now,
just take a drink, we'll show you how,
Empower.
One glass and you will learn the future stories soon to come,
and when you get to three you'll find the paths that set you free.
Empower.
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The Grape Prophet Speaks
02:18
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All the blues and lavender blossoms will be suckled unto their heirs
and find lifted shelter and no abominations
within the filtered soil of the trodden grove.
What he's saying is that we here in this body will be lifted up
and be set apart from all other bodies of followers.
He's a sensation.
I was there and he was here, we sat together and we supped,
one with another, breaking bread as he opened gold tablets
and he told me secrets that I can't tell.
Basically what he's saying is he had an encounter,
he had lunch with...Jesus.
He's a sensation.
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I am the English interpreter of English.
When the Grape Prophet speaks, I tell you what he says,
He speaks in riddles, so it's hard to understand him.
He speaks in poetry that only I can bend.
He speaks in parables 'cause Christ is so much like Him.
And when the Grape Prophet speaks, I tell you what he says.
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Get your rocks, get them far, far gone.
Mix it up with the Prince's plea,
make it only understandable
by the ones who are lifted high,
so high, so high, chosen with strength for the sights unseen.
Make it bigger, make it so so big, don't forget the Jesus thing.
Step in the fire, jump in the cream,
I'm reading an aura from the risen core of the syphilis scene.
Kansas City, here I come, open wide your door for me.
I'm just a picker from the orange grove,
let me find this blessed wine.
It's a shame you're not hungry
and tired of my life that is in your mouth.
Just kiddin', just foolin',
couldn't follow you to itchy ear binds.
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Big hooker on Sunset Boulevard, nice porno queen in a leotard,
Come on you know it's the real life, sit back, sit forward, it's so nice.
I'm a king from Kansas City, I love holy women that are pretty.
You could have been on a video, you could have been in my strip show.
What you would have been if you did not come.
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She Said
03:30
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"Take my body, it's ready to be crushed,
slip me in between your toes,
take my mind it's ready to be drunk,
slide me in under your tongue"...she said.
I don't know why you only listen to the lie,
I don't know why doin' the sooth to suicide.
"Take my legs, they're ready to lay down,
twistin' in the rooted soil,
take my arms, I'm ready to be born,
go on with things, I'm a seed"...she said.
I don't know why you only listen to the lie,
I don't know why doin' the sooth to suicide,
I don't know why you only listen to the lie.
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Back to the Orchard
04:41
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Ellis in the orchard, pickin' baskets of oranges, where are all the hired hands?
They've gone to follow some prophet man, as far as I can understand,
they left to follow some prophet man.
Peckesen, poor Colonel Peckesen.
Ellis up a ladder, lookin' down at a letter, says "we are the pickers,
we've gone to work in the vineyards. The Grape Prophet called,
and we heard our names, tell Colonel Peckesen that he's not to blame."
Peckesen, poor Colonel Peckesen.
Ellis in the orchard, pickin' baskets of oranges, where are all the basket lines?
They've gone to work on the grapevine.
The Colonel falls down on his face, all his orange juice is gonna waste.
Peckesen, poor Colonel Peckesen.
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12. |
The Fold (Acoustic)
03:21
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She left me in a basket of rotten, round, bitter balls,
and Peckesen is beggin' to find her,
diggin' in to find the answer. She's a ditchin'.
I think I see her now, she's runnin' to clip me.
I think I see her now, she's just singin' and starin',
wanderin' around some vines and dirt.
She's lookin' me in the eyes,
but she doesn't seem to see me,
I can't seem to see her, she's spinnin'.
Come into the fold.
Your future is ours, I'm your mind in time, spin the callous wheel, don't let the coil spoil.
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I am the English interpreter of English.
When the Grape Prophet speaks, I tell you what he says,
He speaks in riddles, so it's hard to understand him.
He speaks in poetry that only I can bend.
He speaks in parables 'cause Christ is so much like Him.
And when the Grape Prophet speaks, I tell you what he says.
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She Said (Acoustic)
02:21
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"Take my body, it's ready to be crushed,
slip me in between your toes,
take my mind it's ready to be drunk,
slide me in under your tongue"...she said.
I don't know why you only listen to the lie,
I don't know why doin' the sooth to suicide.
"Take my legs, they're ready to lay down,
twistin' in the rooted soil,
take my arms, I'm ready to be born,
go on with things, I'm a seed"...she said.
I don't know why you only listen to the lie,
I don't know why doin' the sooth to suicide,
I don't know why you only listen to the lie.
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