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Wallpaper View
04:07
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Wallpaper view
Anywhere I look
I think
I’m filtering through
The shots retook
We must redo
There’s a brush
And the noise has been hushed
what’s left is our ideal?
Wallpaper view
Wallpaper view
I like you fine
And need no
alternates to
I had no mind to find a new
greener grass
That I’m going past
what’s left is my ideal?
Wallpaper view
You can’t repeat
That impossible feat
As the story strides on and on
Wallpaper view
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2. |
Disastrophe
06:16
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They’re giving medals to the dead
And hanging heads
You can’t believe in what any eyes can see
You’re blocking out the light
It’s only right
And going for a rope and hanging tree
And oh so eagerly
This is your disastrophe
It just surrounds you
ceasing wonders start to see
All around you
The master of a disaster disastrophe
They’re stuffing flowers in a vase
And saying grace
You’re sinking starting from the bow
See the lady do her best
She’s done the rest
She knows they’re curtains even now
They’ll be hanging anyhow
This is your disastrophe (no, ya)
It just surrounds you (no, ya)
ceasing wonders start to see
(no, ya)
All around you (no, ya)
The master of a disaster disastrophe
Lie lie lie (Lie) [Down, Down with me]
Down with me, down with me (Lie to me) [Down with me]
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What are you s’posed to do with
All those balloons
And all the air
What are you s’posed to do with
Those big pantaloons
It’s quite a pair
What will you do with this pile of beliefs
And monogrammed handkerchiefs
Everything’s got to go
Everybody’s gonna know
What are you s’posed to do with
All this time
Who’s going clean all those shoes
Where are you gonna keep all those
perfect little crimes
How you gonna face the face you lose
Saudi’s want to book the floor
With an offer you can’t ignore
Everyone’s got to go
You better sell your show
Oooh who am i lookin’ at?
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4. |
Renaissance Fare
04:31
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The first day of spring king Richard declared
Not real king Richard but you’d swear he was there
The millenniums crushed his hopes into the dust
Cleaning his armor of winter and rust
The ground was prepared every one in their place
Swagger and incense swords and a mace
Tickets were sold at a modern exchange
credit card payments could be arranged
I’ve invented something to be
I’ve invented all that you see
And see it’s real
It’s real to me
A father smiled down at king Richard’s shoe
In a flap of some leather a sneaker shown through
The king chose to ignore the breach
Looking away
They were only here for the day
I’ve invented something to be
I’ve invented all that you see
And see it’s real
It’s real to me
The last day of summer king Richard despaired
And over corn dogs and ice cream the end was declared
The millennium crushed his hopes into the dust
Cleaning his armor of summer’s new rust
I’ve invented something to be
I’ve invented all that you see
And see it’s real
It’s real to me
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5. |
That party's over
04:08
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That party’s over
They’re all out on the floor
Well Mrs. Hits you can’t call ‘em no more
I got a pencil
And a deal with my gear
Well Mrs. Hits now tomorrow’s here
Your aspidistra ain’t looking too good
Your wit’s so dry, I wouldn’t think it would
I’d have made a call but was saving the dime
I just need some little bit of time
You can’t remember
To recall is a bore
Well Mrs. Hits this is the face that I wore
That party’s over
And tomorrow is near
Well Mrs. Hits you’ve been thrown out on your ear
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6. |
Matamoros
04:33
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Matamoros oh dear
The river is damned with tears
More will die
the nearer you near
Matamoros I see
in a bag on the floor asleep
Feeling so far
And as close as can be
Through blood red arches
hamburgers and Disneyland
On this Side is a bag of
Weed and a Rio Grande
Where slave cotton sold to
Aid a slaving war
They got some slaves again
But don’t want no more
Matamoros is here
Closer than it appears
There’s a line across which
You disappear
Through blood red arches
hamburgers and Disneyland
On this Side is a bag of
Weed and a Rio Grande
Where slave cotton sold to
Aid a slaving war
They got some slaves again
But don’t want no more
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Wake Up Sue
03:08
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I am flush
I’m in
I’m gonna throw it away
The hush
The din
There’s no one to say
And a funny thing happened to me
When I knew to look around
I know what I’m waiting see
And in the dark it made a sound
Hey, wake up Sue
Hey, you got to go
I was broke
And bust
I reached for any line
No smokes
I fussed
And drank the turpentine
And a crazy thing came into light
When I knew to look at it
Something and nothing unite
And blow it all to bits
Hey, wake up Sue
Hey, you got to go
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8. |
Blue Suede Blue
04:54
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Cinderella's standing at the bus stop
“Pop Life” lightly playing inside a shoe shop
I’m an hour past New Rochelle
And years outside of it’s hard to tell
The strip mall slowly dying off the shore road
A tube man frantic waving semaphore code
Whose dream had conjured up this scene
I don’t care to know what it means
There’s a line to take me
From this place
but it’s so hard so hard to face
I got one for the money
‘Cause two didn’t show
’Til three
Well this cat had to go
It’s one ‘cause it’s sunny
And too nice to subdue
For me
In my blue suede blue
There’s a path to take me
From here to trace
but it’s so hard so hard to face
Prince not-so-charming vaping at the stop light
(Just a little is a lot)
Can’t remember much of what was last night
(The good ones go into the pot)
If the shoe was seen to have fit
It didn’t seem to have meant a bit
(Count the pigeons on the line)
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9. |
Someone like me
03:26
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You are never going to love me
Never would you tell
I’m putting my feelings
in a cell
I’m watching the fox for queues
On and on
I got my army boots
For the dawn
I knew where I’d be
before I could even say
The words got in the way
Could someone set me free?
Someone like me
Someone like me
If I thought I suppose
Of another way
That would be another thing
I couldn’t say
I’m seeing in black and white
And the supremes
Everything’s coming down
To extremes
I knew where I’d be
before I could even say
The words got in my way
Could someone set me free?
Someone like me
Someone like me
Rumors I believe explain
My current plight
The stars are to my left
I’m looking right
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10. |
Cyclone
03:38
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Get in line for your seat
Shuffle shuffle your feet
They’ll be fitting you in
He pulled a lever and grins
You gotta shake it up to see some light
You gotta rattle and roll till you’re right
Ride the cyclone ride
Ride the cyclone ride
Ride the cyclone and you’ll be saying too
Who’s been riding who
You barely got dressed
Maybe a little depressed
You got a foot in the boat
And your hands in my coat
You gotta shake it up to see some light
You gotta rattle and roll till you’re right
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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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