1. |
Cutting Portrait
04:45
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Cutting portrait/the elephant in the room
It’s a cutting portrait
good as they get
It got you on the nose
In silhouette
And in this likeness
Alone just where you are let
It’s a cutting portrait
I blame the light
In another time you froze
When black turned white
And in this likeness
See the end like the night
And the elephant owns the room in which it sits
Books and pages torn to bits
And a voice it pleads again for it to go
And it spits back out another no
And the elephant owns the room in which it waits
And harnesses the power it frustrates
It knows that it stands to doom
Everything but the elephant in the room
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2. |
I Did You Wrong
03:43
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I did you wrong
Then again
We lose what we intend
But held it tight
I did you wrong
Then again
if truth could bend
it would be burning bright
It’s true, true, true
I did you wrong
And I see
Fleetingly
I ruminate
I did you wrong
And I see
As it comes to me
I extricate
It’s true, true, true
Forgive me, please
Forgive me, please
Please, forgive me
Please, forgive me
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3. |
Can't Write a Love Song
03:31
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This boy is no writer of love songs
And that is plain to see
He waltzes 1 2 3
Out of the mood
This boy is no writer of love songs
On that put down a buck
On you he’s gotten stuck
But can be misconstrued
He’ll be counting sheep until the cows come home
The cat had got his his tongue out where
The buffalo roam
And he’s vegetarian and he’s vegetarian like you
This boy is no writer of love songs
Plain as your face’s nose
He dreams of where she blows
Out there with his sheep
This boy is no writer of love songs
And he must admit
Most drone on a bit
How long their love will keep
He’ll be counting sheep until the cows come home
The cat had got his his tongue out where
The buffalo roam
And he’s vegetarian and he’s vegetarian like you
This boy is no writer of love songs
That continues to be true
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4. |
Over My Head
03:50
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I don’t have a thing to wear,
what a thing to do
With nothing but crazy hair
What a thing I blew
I knew what she knew of me
As if by royal decree
She put it all to bed
She is over and over over my head
Despite what all I’ve read
She is over and over over my head
Over my head
Ulysses is Greek to me,
I’m starring at a page
Who could that Molly be
In this Grecian age
I like pomp
and circumstance
Interrogation enhanced
And she put it all to bed
She is over and over over my head
Despite what all I’ve read
She is over and over over my head
Over my head
I don’t have a thing to say
what a thing to see
The Trial and Dalloway
Barely cloud your tea
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5. |
Solitary Light
05:00
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There are just about a billion feet
Measuring the earth
And on one of a million streets
From up to Juno down to Perth
There’s this solitary light
That has you in its sight
I mean no disrespect
But you’re starting pretty low
Like something that you wrecked
Like something that you know
There’s this solitary light
That has you in its sight
Maybe you just found your thing
That was always in you
Maybe it will bring
Out what you’re into
There’s a cop out on a beat
Looking for a bust
Pants tight across his seat
Holding on but only just
There’s this solitary light
That has you in its sight
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6. |
Joy Street
03:29
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Joy Street
I opened my eyes
And I thought I could see
Still a few minutes shy of day
There must be a place
Without night so miserly
Still a few minutes shy, I got to make a change
I wish you were here
I wished that I was there
Still a few minutes shy of day
I’m sorry for what
I doubt you even care
Still a few minutes shy, I got to.make a change
On the wrong side of Joy Street
On the edge of my seat
But it seemed right to me
When it was all I could see
On the wrong side of Joy Street
On the edge of my seat
But it seemed right to me
When it was all I could see
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7. |
Buy High, Sell Low
04:26
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I listed prospects In a Moleskine 5 by 8
I gave out ratings to the lot
In a row like signs on the interstate
In a spot
I was caught
I wrote to the man to commiserate
he was over what I’m not
And when kingdom comes you may concentrate
To take another shot
Or maybe not
Breaking up, it broke me in two
and I’m in stereo
Not breaking down,
I’ll break it to you for telling me no
Buy high, sell low
Your father held his breath, I wouldn’t go away
I hid my ciggy’s in the van
I filled my head with visions, sex and some hearsay
For the brand
Take my hand
I bought a star map to look for Zasu Pitts
She was rolling in the dough
If money is worth the bill it fits
You need to know
It’s there to blow
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8. |
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If you were thinking
how
all good things
come to an end
Or how the tide of bad
that will have
to descend
all these bridges in rivers lost
we thought already crossed
Its immaterial to the fact
how and why
the mighty fall
You can’t twist one simple fact
that rules
us all
With this wreckage and the wreck
that the winners tied around our necks
Hey ya, even this king will die
Hallelujah, here is mud in your eye
If I was thinking
how
all bad things
must end
Or about the tide
of good
that will
have to ascend
And the bridges in rivers lost
We know we can get across
Somewhere there’s people laughing
At our hopelessness abounding
But that’s nowhere near the delight
We’ll feel when you go gentle into the night
Hallelujah, even this king will die
Hallelujah, here is mud in your eye
I am thinking how
How everyone
must know
No matter what you
hold
You will have to let go
and all the bridges in rivers lost
We know we can get across
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9. |
I'm Sgt. Fury
02:55
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I’m Sergeant Fury
When I needed the flash
I’m shooting for destiny
You appear stealthily
And gone with a dash
I’m Sgt Fury
And I need X-23
You were bound to see
My secret Identity
In a mustache
I fight
While tumbling down in a dream
Into a fox hole in the universe
In spite
Of my laser-bright digital beam
I could only break your curse
But what’s worse
You just walked away
and I heard me say
I’m Sergeant Fury
And I need the Blink
I’m holding them at bay
But there’s more on the way
And I need a drink
I’m Sergeant Fury
And I needed the Wasp
I’m blowing it all away
When just the sting would say
More than you’d grasp
I fight
While tumbling down in a dream
Into a fox hole in the universe
In spite
Of my laser-bright digital beam
I could only break your curse
But what’s worse
You just walked away
and I heard me say
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10. |
Off We Go
04:23
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off we go
when we break
we will make it clean
off we go
to what and where
we have never seen
So get some gasoline, off we go
You were there
You could taste it in the air
Something was amiss
On the trail behind your bliss
Concentric rings
Of friends, foes and flings
About to tear apart
And you wait for it to start
You circle back
After losing track
Of a lipstick blaze
On a shirt worn through a faze
Seduced by change
Flirting to estrange
You’ve got to get you away
Before you have to stay
Be no one be no one you think you know
Be no one that they can overthrow
And best be on your toes
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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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