Piano Magic
the index
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I have thought about you in your Summer abode
In your lunatic smock, in chronicle mode
The typewriter smack as you nail in the words
and the turntable's drunk reflection occurs
I have thought about you in your grasshopper pose
And the cigarette smoke carving trails through your clothes
Your Spanish guitar pins your bed to the floor
So your dreams can't escape and they're yours evermore
Paris, she bleeds night into her cup
As you index the birds and you label them up
- Album:
- Closure
- Set Your Clock By Your Heart (A Piano Magic Best Of)
- Miscellaneous
- Popular Mechanics
- Low Birth Weigh
- Writers Without Homes
- Ovations
- Set Your Clock by Your Heart (Best Of)
- Disaffected
- I Came to Your Party Dressed as a Shadow
- Heart Machinery - A Piano Magic Retrospective (2001-2008)
- Never It Will Be the Same Again
- The Troubled Sleep of Piano Magic
- Saint Marie EP
- Green Ufos, Sevilla, Hace 10 Años
- Heart Machinery
- Momentos 2003
- Home Recordings
- Life Has Not Finished With Me Yet
- Static Waves