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sometimes i get this lonely feeling and i wanna be up flying that’s when i find myself myself and no one else
SOMETIMES I GET THIS LONELY FEELING AND I WANNA BE UP FLYING
UP UP beside THE SUN AND sAFE INSIDE A WARM CLOUD’S SILVER LINING
OH YEAH THis MEMORY is REMindING me(of) WHAT it’s REALLY meanING
up HERE AMONG THE beeS AND TREES AND BREEZE - THIS FLYING so lo FEELING
SOMETIMES I GET THE urge TO GET UP too EARLY IN THE MORNING
GETTING UP WITH THE BIRDS AND DEW IS SOMETHING NEW FOR ME - is something could be good for me?
SOMETIMES I GET THIS LONELY FEELING AND I WANNA BE UP FLYING
UP UP beside THE SUN AND sAFE INSIDE A WARM CLOUD’S SILVER LINING
up where the sun’s out always dancing even early morning rise
it plans each day the same in spite of rain instead of heaving sighs
SOMETIMES I GET THIS LONELY FEELING AND I WANNA BE UP FLYING
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i'm a dirt person
03:27
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I’M A DIRT PERSON
i’m a dirt person and i don’t hurt to be dirty
i’m singing still - and i ain’t no worse for the worry
i got enough food - i got a warm bed
a slowly leaking roof - hangs above my leaky head
i got enough to do - and i don’t mean to be dirty
i got a roof - hung above my head in a hurry
i keep my nose quite clean – my way to live life lean
i don’t eat what they’re feeding me - there’s poison in their pie
i’m a dirt person - and i don’t need to feel dirty
i got a lot – the plot thickens where money is buried
there’s such a lot to dig - pyred garbage, grunting pigs
trying to wrap their curly tales - around my whirling wig
i’m a dirt person - but i don’t really feel dirty
the verdict’s in - long after hanging the jury
they tried the judge for greed - for frowning down on me
the rumoured thought that what you got - is also what you need
i’m a dirt person but my vision’s somewhat gone blurry
my world still runs up and over the hill in a hurry
i’ve got an ear to lend my knees still bend to stand
i’ve even got a lot 2 want but no need left 2 spend
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THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE
I
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE AND HE HASN’T GOTTA CLUE THAT HIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS JUST A BONE
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE BARKING TO THE MOON (HE) PINES A PIECE OF CHEESE HIS DAY LONG DONE
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE BELIEVING FAIRY TALES WAITING FOR HIS TRUE BLUE PRINCE TO COME
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE AND AND HE HASN’T GOT CHANCE THERE’S NO WAY HE’S EVER GETTING WHAT HE WANTS
II
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE HAUNCHING ON HIS HEELS PRAYING FOR HIS KNEES HIS BONES ARE OLD
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE (AND HE’S) WAGGING ROUND HIS TAIL (BUT)STANDING AT ATTENTION ALL ALONE
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE BEGGING ON ONE LEG HOLDING TIGHT TO HOPE’S ONE CRUMBY CRUMB
THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE (AND) HE DOESN’T STAND A CHANCE THERE’S NO WAY HE’S EVER GETTING WHAT HE WANTS
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it seems so obvious
03:58
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UNITEDWAY
01:49
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MY1GOODDEED2DAY
02:30
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ping ping pong song
02:13
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THE PING PING PONG SONG
ya got me thinking all a long
can’t never get me any fun
i ALWays get ya ROUND WAY wrong
You’re in your pants before I’m done
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me B-bing bang bong
ya got me king king kong
ya got me high enough to try
your feathers tickle me to fly
for you I’d cuddle up to die
around cold feet before your fire
ya got me B-bing bang bong
ya got me king king Kong
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me climbing rubber walls
your bouncing table tennis ball
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me crying on the lawn
I’m drunk by ten and then til dawn
The sun gets up before I’m done
I want you back the way that was
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me B-bing bang bong
ya got me king king kong
ya got me barking with the dog
ya got me curled up at your side
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me breeding with the phone
ya got me walking a cold road
OUT ON MY OWN without a coat
You keep my head uPOn your shoulders
ya got me ping ping pong
ya got me B-bing bang bong
ya got me king king kong
ya got me bing bing bong
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doggin in my brain
05:55
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the doggin’ in my brain
there’s something peaking in
prying me with pins
checking in my sin
getting ‘neath my skin
i’m feeling kinda strange
could this be insane
it’s knocking on my walls
drilling it’s peep holes
catching all my colds
my breathing’s getting old
sound sounds almost/ all the same
it won’t be well again
i think it’s filming me
i see me on the screen
i act out every scene
i’m praying on my knees
i wasn’t what i seemed
a bit part in the pain
of all this suffering
i thought i could be brave
i had to run away
escape this light (heart)of day
no truth made sense to me
some badly acted play
good actors playing vague
their lives too memorized
i’d cut them to the chase
i’d planned my great escape
it’s spying with one ear
it’s eye a convex mirror
be careful what ya got
they’re watching like a hawk
drowned out fluorescent nights
i sleep with blinking lights
my moves are not my will
he makes me take these pills
i hide them in my mouth
no chance to spit them out
they eventually dissolve
taking with him all my resolve
i hide where Uboats hide
dead living in a dream
i traipse unbroken ground
twigs snapping as i breathe
i’ll tell you what it’s like
trapped under the ice
breathing for my life
my worst fear’s being caught
being awoken from a dream
inside a buoying submarine
i sink to steal from the fire
inside the sole survivor
i alone but still alive
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the sun it keeps on shining
the dogs are in the kitchen – licking up the chicken
you’re wife is in a mood – the moon has got her itching
and the sun is always shining - your flag is up and flying
the sun it keeps on shining and the rain don’t seem to mind
the pigs are in the pen - being pigs again
they’re rolling round the dirt – flirting with the hens
and the sun is always shining – the moon is high from rising
the sun it keeps on shining and the rain don’t seem to mind
the boys are in the bars – driving fast their cars
driving in the nails - a little bit too far
but the sun it’s always shining – the boys are drunk and smiling
the sun it keeps on shining and the rain don’t seem to mind
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the tortoise and my hair Guelph, Ontario
diary of a decomposing dog
this diary on this scary day is one of warmth again and
play i am not going to say what my feeling really is in fact it’s just a lark that i have any at all no one’s left to listen, no one ever has, my bed’s been made un-wizened so been judged to be the best, but somehow just one wrinkle in my head is always left.
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