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Sunday In The Alley
03:11
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I could be the best if you'd give it a rest.
I'm not sure how patient I can be.
I could be the king if you'd give up the seat.
Overlooking present company.
Searching for the aristocracy.
It don't seem that difficult to me
to throw it in the wind and let it be.
If you need the fame, all the praise and acclaim,
you may also want some counseling.
It don't seem that mesmeric to me.
Maybe it's just not my cup of tea.
Of all the things you say,
you wore it all away
and what's left to see
is what's left of your esteem.
I could be the best, if you'd give it a rest.
I'm not sure how patient I can be.
Think I'd rather get the third degree.
Maybe it's just not my cup,
but it don't seem that difficult
to throw it in the wind and let it be.
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My eardrums are pounding to an all new beat.
My vocal chords are strumming on an open G.
I feel fine.
My eye sockets shock me and I'm wide awake.
My heart is thumping like a dull earthquake.
I feel fine.
My nose is running like a Kenyan champ.
My throat is burning like an old tube amp.
I feel fine.
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Dusty Avenue
02:45
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On a dusty avenue, the lights were in a sentimental mood.
Well, thank you for the thought I guess,
but I'm not feeling any kind of blue.
Broken, uneven, invites me in.
And I'll keep my distance from certain sin.
Mesmerizing neon lights. The sirens sang a song of sweet deceit.
Well, thank you for the melody, but I'm involved in personal retreat.
Broken, uneven, invites me in.
And I'll keep my distance from certain sin.
On a dusty avenue, the lights were in a sentimental mood.
Well, thank you for the thought I guess,
but I'm not feeling any kind of blue.
Broken, uneven, invites me in.
And I'll keep my distance from certain sin.
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These are the friends that you ought to know.
No condescending kidney blows.
I will wave over the picket fence.
Invite me over so I don't take offense.
I'll high-five your unconditional eyes.
I'll say, "Hey," from across the road.
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5. |
Show & Tell
04:36
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I want to tell the world what I can do.
I want to tell the world what I can do.
First, I'll bend over and tie both of my shoes.
I want to tell the world what I can do.
I need to tell everybody what's my plan.
I need to tell everybody what's my plan.
Tell them all the things I'll write and tell them that I give a damn.
I need to tell everybody what's my plan.
I want to think out loud for all to hear.
I want to think out loud for all to hear.
It makes me sound so smart, so funny. I need to be clear.
I want to think out loud for all to hear.
What is the difference between this show and tell?
No one cares about the sound if you don't ring the bell.
I'm gonna show my friends what I can do.
I'm gonna show my friends what I can do.
No more sitting around. I'm done tying my shoes.
I'm gonna show my friends what I can do.
I want to tell the world what I can do.
I want to tell the world what I can do.
First, I'll bend over and tie both of my shoes.
I want to tell the world what I can do.
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6. |
Starshaker
05:49
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Your Evening Parka
04:03
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You and the shower of leaves release, change hue.
Me? I'll be having a yard sale.
It's all for free.
Time to run for cover, my darling. Hide under the bed.
The devil's on his way and we'd better play like we are dead.
Walk past the houses and trees. The sound of fright.
Creep down the alley and side streets. The moon at night.
Time to run for cover, my darling. Play like you are dead.
All the beasts are out in the streets, they've covered it in red.
Time to grab a sweater, my darling. A chill has hit the air.
Only when we get there you'll want it and I won't have a care.
When we die, it can only get much better.
Is that right? Or does it only get much worse?
In time, we all find.
Time to play forever, my darling. There is much to see.
Laugh and sing and dance with the devil in our misery.
Time to grab a sweater and rip it up and then we'll play.
Every night's a party, my darling.
We are here to stay...
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8. |
The Pocket Cow Blues
07:44
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New process. All undress.
When all behind is laid to rest...
Pass the time. Never mind.
It's all we saw, the winter sky.
Bring the day. All embrace.
It's all a part of meta-phase.
All aboard. Cellar door.
It's not enough, 'cause I want more.
Somewhere the fire is brighter.
Somewhere the fire is high.
Somewhere the fire is brighter.
Summer shine, water slide.
to celebrate the grateful vine.
New process. All undress.
When all behind is laid to rest.
Somewhere the fire is brighter.
Somewhere the fire is high.
Somewhere the fire is brighter.
Somewhere the fire is high.
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9. |
Ducking Danny
03:29
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