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Mauvais numero
04:56
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It only stopped raining
And you rose to see it shine
Through steaming blackened streets
Complain about the heat
And everything is on the line
You only like looking
And have no need to buy
You can’t pick up the phone
You’re floating like a drone
They call you back in the night
I, I’m staring at zero
nothing’s like a good friend
And something that never ends
When you’d be given a line
un mauvais numero
I’ll dial it again
You take up the good air
So few places it could go
Funneled through a screen
You vent a little spleen
And that’s all you want to show
You only like reading
What doesn’t lead to doubt
It comes in through your phone
You’re floating like a drone
They call you back when you are out
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Everybody knows
04:18
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Everybody knows
I couldn’t read the tea for the leaves
Everybody knows
And what they don’t, they believe
Everybody goes
Once in a while astray
Everybody goes
When they can’t find a way
I will forgive and forget
I will just live, no regrets
Come on, it’s me here
This is our affair
this is beds we’ve made
It is hands we played
But I think I know why
This is our affair
this is our disease
It brought me to my knees
And now it’s gone by
Everybody knows
And they’ve seen she done him wrong
Everybody knows
When you’re broke and broke too long
I can swallow the bitter truth
Picking the crow from a tooth
Come on, it’s me dear
This is our affair
this is beds we’ve made
It is hands we played
But I think I know why
This is our affair
this is our disease
It brought us to our knees
But now it’s gone by
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3. |
Pop don't got no pop
04:27
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The Pop don’t got no pop
I’m not alone,
there’s precedent
To thinking you’re a drag
I’m not alone,
and indifferent
To what’s in your bag
The Pop don’t got no pop that I can hear
But that don’t make it stop
But pop is all I got in all these years
And it’s tied me up in knots
I have to say
I’ve been wrong before
Who cares what I said
I have to say
And furthermore
I’m down in the thread
But in my head
The Pop don’t got no pop that I can hear
But that don’t make it stop
But pop is all I got in all these years
And it’s tied me up in knots
Do I have a point
On the end of my boot
In the cut of my suit
I’m not alone
I’m not alone,
there’s precedent
To think that you’re a drag
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Altitude
03:51
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Altitude
If I , if I got high enough
on the magnitude
To fly misconstrued
When I, when I make up this stuff
When I exude
I sigh
Oh, I hear that street beat
Boom hard on the concrete
We thought we had so much time
The change that’s left is our paradigms
What’s my altitude
The oil is crude
And it’s, it’s everywhere
all ya young dudes
The news is sad
It’s my attitude
I’ll be, I’ll be more aware
If I am rude
My bad
Oh, I see the runway
I’ll go where the lights say
We thought we had so much time
I have a half a mind to land half a rhyme
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A stir to mix the instant in
Gratified by what you spin
You realize as you’re free to choose
The game only works when the most of us lose
Our hearts in our throats
Crammed with stuff
A song of just notes for love’s
vacancy for you and for me
The kid let his steam blow off
And filled the air with strawberry cough
Sweet symphonies for Marlboro men
Rolling their own to be Kool and then
Everything in our mouths
Stuffed with words
Where nothing comes out for love’s
vacancy for you and for me
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
I turned a new light on
Turn a new light on
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6. |
Amateur nudist
02:18
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I am an amateur nudist
He said “It isn’t a sin
Let the party begin”
I am an amateur nudist
He said “I got to be free
At the party of me”
If I’m hanging out with my friends
In or outside it just depends
God bless my nudie suit
When Pan’s playing in the wood on his flute
I am an amateur nudist
I long to be free
I am an amateur nudist
I got to be me
I am an amateur nudist
In my bunker seat
I am an amateur nudist
I’m packing heat
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7. |
Weight to light
03:04
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Come on over baby
nothing’s shakin’ for me
From way down in Lousiana
To Schenectady
Could any little break ever really break the bank
Could any little break ever really fill the tank
There’s a weight to light
I can hear you knocking
I got bills to pay
I never made a penny
That I didn’t play
I’m so good that my music’s always scored
I’m so good that I never missed a chord
There’s a weight to light
It’s been a long time
Since I could rock
I could write a little letter
But couldn’t reach a jock
The day is nearly over by the time that it begins
I need a little sun to darken up my skin
There’s a weight to light
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Minefield
03:57
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No good wine
Need advertise
But see the signs
Through your eyes
The tantalized
The realized
I know you
Any scene
Can seem untrue
Any means
Appeal to you
The lines they drew
I knew
Them too
There’s no golden stair
Made of your hair
In black and white and blue
Once upon the sight
Blinded by the bright
In black and white and blue
Out you lay
Your secrets gleaned
from workaday
touch obscene
Crushed dopamine
A figurine
I know you
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9. |
That's the way it is
04:05
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Riding by a one horse town
And even ones with two or three
I wouldn’t dare to turn around
To see what’s looking back at me
It’s old, it got old
And that’s the way it is
Goodnight America
Coca-cola couldn’t set me free
Somebody beat the wiz
In this republica
Who cares who’s got their MTV?
Come in Houston, where am I supposed to be?
We have to fish around for credit
But nothing ever makes us feel complete
Stuck with a burning bag of dog shit
We’ve stomped out with half of all our feet
It’s old, it’s got old
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10. |
Black eyed Susan suite
06:42
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Black eyed Susan
You got it made in your shades
With the oldest trick in the trade
You got a rise
No surprise
Black eyed Susan
How does your garden grow
You’re digging dirt like a hoe
You throw it in his eyes
No surprise
Meanwhile down the hall
he’s losing it
He takes your picture out of the frame
Rolls it in a ball
But holds onto it
A bruise will whisper his name
Black eyed Susan
How does your garden grow
Wouldn’t I like to know
Whatever the reason
You’re always in season
Black eyed Susan
You rode in on a tear
I wish someone could steer
I’m seeing in threes
And feeling the squeeze
Black eyed susans
There’s a rising sun
There’s a wind that blows
There’s a hidden moon
There’s a melting snow
But for you it waits
There’s a beaten heart
There’s a fire that starts
There’s a glass that breaks
There’s a big mistake
But for you I wait
I wouldn’t fall apart
if you
Were to
Say your heart’s not in it anymore
But why would I go on
The way
Would say
What am I living for?
What the hell would I live for?
The waltz
Thousands of petals
Plucked out of the florets
She loves me not
She loves me true
There’s a back log of heartache
You’ll get what you get
Black eyed Susans will do
Meanwhile down the hall
He’s losing it all
Your picture took out of the frame
Hear him whisper your name
(I whisper your name)
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11. |
The Last
03:07
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It must have been late in the spring
Driving all you had tied with string
To a burning roof with a view
Just over your head
That’s the last they’ll see of you
Your friends wouldn’t couldn’t understand
They did whatever they had planned
money blown and blew
Like egg on some bread
That’s the last they’ll see of you
You lost your stomach for what was there on your plate
You peeled your eyes and wrung your hands for your fate
It’s hard to think differently
And they didn’t know
The last of you they’d see
There was a nagging sting in your heart
That sat in shadows to tear you apart
clear and down to
You could never go home
That’s the last they’ll see of you
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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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