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Stand Up Get Free
04:55
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There's a grey background painted on their faces, making awkward conversation,
how much can you take?
Mr. Brown, let me down off this teeter-totter; I'm growing old and tired
how much longer will I have to wait?
Can't you see boy, the world is free.
Stand up and take it from me.
Cracks on the sidewalk knock you off your feet,
Black birds convulsing on the street
You gotta fight for your love.
You gotta fight, hand in glove.
you gotta fight, so stand up and get free.
You gotta fight for your love...
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One full step in the face of conundrum,
Two steps back, falling to the sea
"Occupy", waste of time, where'd you come from?
Ninety-nine percent, but you don't speak for me.
So dry your eyes and shut your mouth;
You got a good thing going, get real,
and if times get tough, let's make a deal.
Do a double-take, pale white face on the t.v
Selling bits of things not suitable to eat
"Occupy", waste of time, where'd you come from?
Ninety-nine percent, but you don't speak for me
So dry your eyes and shut your mouth
You got a good thing going get real,
and if times get tough, let's make a deal.
I often wondered but never discovered;
This feeling I felt encumbered me in ways that I considered "high-thoughts" parallel in time and space. Never forgotten but often portrayed in phase in some other dimension.
A brief tour of euphoria struck my cornea and slowly drained into my brain's emporium.
Induced me into a trance-like stage (or delirium),
Imposed and followed directly by the words I have written.
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Let The Right One In
06:06
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Immobilized and crystallized in a cryptic mine
My psyche: desensitized to the binds of the burnin' light,
but that seems unlikely.
I'm just a fly hypnotized by the ways that you're walking
But it's just a "one two three" and you're on the street
when death comes knockin'
DON'T JUMP THE GUN
DON'T RIDE THE PONY,
RIDE THE HORSE
Wild eye'd street cats pawing at your door
Take it easy man, whatcha crying for?
Little bit of dark rum, little bit of hash
Sitting in a red room, need a little cash..all gone
Climbing up the west bridge, gotta make it fast
Tunes in my tapedeck, quart in the dash..oh yeh
singin' ooo let the right one in
sayin' ooo do you want some more?
sayin' ooo got my head in the clouds
singin' ooo look at what the light did now
Maybe someday we'll jump into the lake
jam and see how many friends we can make
Little bit of dark rum, little bit of hash
Sitting in a red room, need a little cash..all gone
Climbing up the west bridge, gotta make it fast
Tunes in my tapedeck, quart in the dash..oh yeh
In this town it's been found
what goes around, comes around
In this town, heads spin around
around around around.
god the north wind is crawling up the small of my back
Got a bullet in my pocket, and a gun in a sack
and this is what i came to see:
pocket full of posies, partly skimmed misery.
I got the whole damn world in my hands
I got the whole fuckin' world in my hands
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Lighthouse
03:58
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Piss-stained drunkards roam Queen's Square
Looking to throw down somewhere.
Acid eaters wind up there
Plant life tangled in their hair.
There's a lighthouse in this town
Shines a light here all year 'round
we are in the lost and found
on a sinking ship.
Is this really me, outside looking in?
Partial to myself, I'm fine with that.
One half working man, six feet underground
One half dreamer man lost in space and sound.
Molly, bathsalts, push-up bras;
The youth are fucked and it's our fault
Their minds are shaped to the pen we draw,
and I feel bad for them.
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To Whom It May Concern
03:33
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Maybe I could help you through it,
Help you find an answer to it
But I don't think you're worthy of my help
There's a reason to this madness
A reason I can't tell
Maybe I can get you through this hell.
Oh, and I won't repeat myself.
Driving in the wrong direction
Making all the wrong decisions
Beat goes on and on and on and on.
Maybe you can help me through it
Maybe you could HELLLLLLLLP!!!!
But I don't think I'm worthy of your help
Oh, did I just repeat myself?
Na neh neh na na....
I got time
Oh, When the peacock flies
Oh, Flakes of dust in your eye, makes it kinda hard
You'd think I would be fine by now...
Well....
(GUITARS)
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6. |
Peter Mansbridge
03:35
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7. |
Fuck I Guess So
06:35
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The Wayouts St John, New Brunswick
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