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ON THE MOON
i found my-self here on the-moon with-nothing left to-do
la-menting the re-gret for-all the things we-never-do
and never will be done and wondering in the end if all would be the same - this is just who i am
i found my-self here on the sun not knowing if i won
would things be better then or whether when it’s done that things would be the same - this is just who i am
i find myself here in this room with nothing left to do
but sit and count the dew drops dripping from the roof
there is no one to blame - this is just who i am
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PIE ratesong 4Ever
02:42
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PIRATE’S SONG
1. she took me on wild GOOSE chase - through flying rings in outer space - dancing high before god’s grace - give me back my peace to pace - down these dank dark hallways - of my loneliness - give me back the space i need to grow up - ‘til i can rise again
2. TOOK ME ON A WILD GOOSE CHASE - OF DRUG INDUCED HIGH FLYING STATES - looking down it all feels great - from up above you‘ll see your fate - (and) that second chance that keeps lingering still in your hands - as arms give way you start to fall - still longing for that everlasting dance
3. i went along with lucifer - i gave my car keys back to her - she drove me home i haven’t seen her since that sin - and now she’s up there on my shoulder whispering in my ear - telling me to go back to where the plot begins - so she can disappear
4. i always go to susan’s susan is a dancer she can make her hands massage the can out of the cancer so i try new things that take me 2 the MELODY that sleepdeep insideOFUS THEnightthatgrowsinSIDE of me
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AIN’T got TOO MANY SILVER DOLLARS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY CUP
i got enough to keep me busy though i’m down here on my luck
you’re always welcome southern comfort is the lap i’m licking up
i never even mind the praying much - one’s bound to fall in love
the road is long and ever winding hanging from a heavy sun
our hearts beat ing glory heading forward pounding units into one
can’t blink a second cause you’ll miss it - if you risk it
don’t risk it - don’t (U)dare to fall - don’t (U)dare to fall for love
there’s always someone slowly sifting through the pages of my life
faithful we keep on cleaning cages mocking changes star struck and striped
there’s all this talk of love as having that one big heart of gold
same old cliche still getting staler all (of) us (just) getting older
AIN’T got TOO MANY SILVER DOLLARS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY CUP
i got enough to keep me busy though i’m down here on my luck
you’re always welcome southern comfort is the lap i’m licking up
i never even mind the praying much one’s bound to fall in love
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ALL I GOT FOR SUMMER
all i got for summer was a sunburn full of bandages - all i got for winter was a case for alcohol - all i got from springtime is this bitter switch to melancholy - all i get from autumn - is a hopelessness and sudden urge to rake
all i got for mother was a hankering for a hunk of cheese - all i got from father was his filthy alibi - all i get from sister is this canker sore before disease - all i get from brother is a longing look of UN bridalling desire
all i got for summer was a bad dream full of sausages - bombing new born babies while i was burning ants - all i got for summer were these nightmares that have stayed with me - bending over backwards with these few good men with courage still to stand
all i got for christmas was a stocking full of suffering - guess that’s what i get for having spent it on myself - all i got for christmas just a craving for another drink - gone wasted in the winds that slowly blow our christmas tidings into flakes
all i got for winter was this careless little melody - all i got for winter is a gun cocked full of a cold - all i get from suffering is gaining time on long lost dreams - hanging in my stomach - helping me digest rehearsal day
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DOG BONE SONG
the back door is open and shod
with the shoe of my old trusty horse,
hung above it, that he has outworn
i’m hoping it brings luck i guess
and i’m riding this horse back to you girl
and i’m tired of roaming this road
through the dusts of this southern bowl
and i’m wondering about you girl, where are you tonight girl, i need you here by my side girl
the cans you kept on the cold cellar shelf
are spoils for somebody else
and this food i find on the floor
is a dog’s that i keep for myself
the day grows darker at dawn
fall’s come the summer has gone
you rake up the weeds and the thorns
and i’m wondering, i'm wondering where you are girl, i need you here in my heart girl
the street dogs have followed me home
by my back door they beg for the bone
and they’ve been lately coming so close
they’re scaring the corn stripping crows
the blood on the moon leaves a sign
that somewhere you’ve left us behind
with the vows to me that are owed
that are owed
and i’m wondering, i'm wondering where you are girl, i need you here in my soul girl
at the back door (the) dogs are starting to howl
your memory still up at this hour
with (the) dogs on their hunt for that bone
getting hungry and scratching the ground
i’m roaming like a dog with a bone, back to you girl
after roaming alone, for too long girl
i need to come home
and i’m wondering, i'm wondering about ya gal, i need ya by my side
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littlE man fROM japan
04:31
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I’M A LITTLE MAN FROM JAPAN I TRY TO DO THE BEST I CAN WITH WHAT I GOT AIN’T GOT A LOT
ain’t got a lot to be sure of but i keep trying
i got a lot to keep me busy here on my mind
how did you know how did you know mr pool it’s true of course
i was thinking of filling my briefcase with the banks money yes it’s a little dream of mine have you ever a had a dream mr pool oh i have i don’t always plan bermuda though sometimes its siam figi beautiful exotic places where there are no books to keep where i’m not a little man with no future and no past yes mr pool but i’ll never go through with it you know why i’ve lived with it too long i’m old and set in my ways and after all mr pool suppose i’m a coward
I’M A LITTLE MAN FROM JAPAN I TRY TO DO THE BEST I CAN WITH WHAT I GOT I GOT A LOT
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great expectations
03:52
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GREAT EXPECTATIONS
mind making ya mellow, you’re sighing high and wondering why
you, ever at the beginning would take a chance that things made sense
you’re strange sensing the cancer as day begins and ends again
now wouldn’t it make more sense to change some things before (y)our chances end
you’re slipping into a drop of rain
running down your neck a bead of sweat is teasing you to change back again
moon makes ya look fetching - it’s early still, the lights just right
my mind is made up still, of fear, and cheer kept locked outside
we got keep guessing through vague reviews to rehearsed lies
i wasn’t expecting to, have to choose to read between the lines
work still stinks too high, heaven too is only lies
slaves hoping for openings through curtains hung in blinding light
there ain’t no blessing due to you i’ll bless what’s left that i
can take without retching 2 at what goes on before my weary eyes
great expectations, expect the best is yet to come
when really what you’re fakin’ - has got you feeling compromised
you take on new direction, you wear your cheaply sewn disguise
your heart’s inloco motion you dance with death, so death defying
you’re slipping into a drop of rain
running down your neck a bead of sweat is teasing you to change back again
but won’t go back again no can’t go back again
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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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