1. |
On the Beach
04:21
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It washed up on the beach
And they prod and they kick
To get it to move
To get it to groove
When it was in your reach
No theory would stick
Nothing that you’ve
By rights approved
And you caught my eyes that couldn’t see
You look free
You took my breath away from me
And let me breathe
The children cry
The air around is fouled
It ruined their day
They hurried away
It followed them and by
their kitchens it growled
If words it could say
“I’ll make you pay”
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2. |
At the Cheek to Cheek
05:03
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An x blots out that spring time
A loss by any measure
On a booking agent’s ledger
In the trash
All the payments were in cash
The t-shirts wait in boxes in a van
For the man
In Winter Park down on 423
The streets are plated with gold
That sun could burn the hell out of me
And it’s making nearly everyone old
‘Cause that piece of shit piano at the Cheek to Cheek
You wouldn’t understand
Lonesome is a word I don’t dare speak
As I stare at my Florida tan
Last of a long one night stand
Heat makes ya lazy, hazy and slow
And it was making me think
I was thinking more and more and more than I know
And thinking only makes me drink
That piece of shit piano at the Cheek to Cheek
You wouldn’t understand
Lonesome is a word I don’t dare speak
As I stare at my Florida tan
Sucks to be the last to leave the band
I don’t know a thing
But I hear me when you sing
Grand Marnier is a sweet mystique
And its getting to be so late
I lost my paddle up that creek
And I can’t keep it floating straight
That piece of shit piano at the Cheek to Cheek
You wouldn’t understand
Lonesome is a word I don’t dare speak
As I stare at my Florida tan
Sucks to be the last to leave the band
Hanging around at the Cheek to Cheek
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3. |
You Were Right
03:53
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You were right
I know
You won’t
Let me forget
And every night
I go
And don’t
Not regret
You see what I mean
We were trained
And cast from a mold
And in the time in between
I’m pained
How long I was shaking the role
You were right
And beat
No excuse
I was on to you
In my sight
I meet
No use
For what I used to do
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4. |
F Thing
04:36
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For every ounce of sense
And every pound of cure
There’s the head of a coup
With a line he can’t blur
And it’s bigger than you
It’s spilling out of your cup
You can’t burn it down
Without burning up
Marie Antoinette
With her head on the block
And a baronet
Running out the clock
No different from you
But didn’t interrupt
You can’t burn it down
Without burning up
Just wait and see
Weight and sea
Two years before the mast
And the girl’s gone wild
It all happened so fast
Like you’re shooting a child
‘Cause you got to be free
And we’re all corrupt
You can’t keep it down
When you can’t keep it up
Please look at me
And don’t look away
Worth only can see
If attention can pay
There’s no u in the team
There’s just enough in my cup
You can’t burn it out
Without burning up
It’s bigger than you, it’s bigger than me, than me
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Brian Stevens New Milford, Connecticut
I am an alien that was sent to earth to study humans and report my findings to minister Zolumb on the planet Yat. To fit in with other middle aged men in my area, I took up pretending to make music. Enjoy.
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