1. |
Not Over the Edge
04:31
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She said that
It was over
Pack your things and go
The chair you bought in Cleveland
Sits in quid pro quo
She says that
She’s empty
And lost her self somehow
She says that she is broken
and couldn’t save you now
You’re not over the edge
And I
You’re not over the edge
And I
and I - can tell
He said that
It was art’s sake
He dreamed away his youth
The big apple he’d bitten
Took a baby tooth
He says that
She’s careless
But what is on her side?
She knows what’s waiting
When she comes untied
You’re not over the edge
And I
You’re not over the edge
And I
and I - can tell
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2. |
Smile Strong
04:22
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When you wish upon a minor star
smile strong
Claiming what you shouldn't didn’t get you far
while wrong
smile strong
smile strong
Cross yourself, your fingers and bear that
All that is gold doesn’t glisten
On the shelf far from flashes or flare
And me
I tried to tell you on a wing and prayer
It was so hard to listen
What they want to sell dissolves in the air
You see
It’s hard to tell a blessing from the ominous
Smile
Strong
The turns will keep you guessing what’s in store for us
Smile
Strong
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3. |
Look Out Below
05:13
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He drove into Liberty
to buy the hard stuff
Where you go to
never leave
Cranking Waterboys and Roy Acuff
for an Indiana heave
He knew her to be hanging out
In a direction
He threw her name about
To see
He had been doubting her
Affections
on one such as he
Is this the day
I’ve come to leave
Don’t know what I believe
Don’t know
But look out below
He found her crowded in a bar
In the thirties
He looked up to the stars
And plead
He couldn’t tell
What of her pleased
Or what had turned his head
Her friends were paid to care
About incidentals
They ashed cigarettes in drinks
He waited for their words to settle
With their breath, their smoke and stink
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4. |
Disbelieve
04:22
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Ooh, I, Disbelieve
Clap the filthy mitts of ignorants
Who seem to like the song and dance
The unknown has us buying guns
So up our ass it hurts to run
Ooh, I,
Disbelieve
I need, I need your eyes to stay on me you see
I need, my need it cries for praise and flattery - lay it on me
Ooh, I,
Disbelieve
I saw a Jesus at the mall
Buy a robe at the big and tall
He sipped a smoothie and complained
It’s about the service he explained
“I need, I need your eyes to stay on me you see
I need, my need it cries for praise and flattery - lay it on me”
Ooh, I,
Disbelieve
Why’d you have to go and dis me baby?
Ain’t I been straight up with you?
Let’s let bygones
Be like bygone days
When we had a drink or two
Ooh, I,
Disbelieve
The low- we can’t get high enough
The tough got going ‘fore the going toughed
Your savior is after your buck
& your dough my dear he’d like to pluck
Ooh, I,
Disbelieve
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5. |
Dorothy True
05:05
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Is that Dorothy True?
At the pull of a leg
What harm could it do
to play ingenue
Is that Dorothy True?
Taking drags
Here’s looking at you
And looking back too
A footnote in the pocket of circumstance
Why did he bother with your head
You never meant to be meant by anything
Your dreams would never leave the bed
Let us have sublime
just a piece
in phanerothyme
As high as the climb
Is that Dorothy True?
In the reddest hair
What else could she do
Her lot had been drew
A footnote in the pocket of circumstance
Why did he bother with your head
You’re never meant to be meant by anything
Your dreams would never leave the bed
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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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