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(too much much)
03:05
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milkshake whack-a-mole ecosystem
right hand left hand swung and missed 'em
beautiful cars and junkyard flowers
float into town on a dirty breeze
botox lips at the filling station
holy land men with a crucifixation
dumptruck parked by the Guadalcanal
drove into town on soiled knees
I wonder how much too much much is
I wonder how much too much much is
parking violations on Easter Island
invisible cells on the men's room tiling
casting about for the gravity line
dangling down from the mango trees
I wonder how much too much much is
I wonder how much too much much is
Wandering through hell on icicle crutches
I wonder how much too much much is
I wonder how much too much much is...
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2. |
what's-her-name
04:50
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when Her Highness walked in
the lights went dim
she was tall and thin
she had tunnel-vision
she carried a cane
no one knew her name
she was soaked with rain
just seeking some shelter
she shivered and sneezed
wiped mud from her knees
her eyes said “please”
so I gave her my sweater
it’d been a long night
she asked for a light
I said I just might
if you tell me your name
what’s your name?
she hemmed and hawed
sniffled and coughed
fiddled with her buttons and said
“I’m not sure…”
she looked hard-knock, queenly
so I gave it a shot
I said “Elizabeth?”
she said “What else do you got?”
I got “Lisa” I got “Betty”
she said “Let’s go, I’m not ready”
she said “Maybe let’s go steady…
I’ve got the ear of John Paul Getty”
she hemmed and hawed
sniffled and coughed
fiddled with her buttons and said
“I’m not sure…”
“Beth…Liz…Betty…Bette…Lisa…Betta…Elle…Bella…
Bess…Birdy…Babette…Buffy…Bethany...Ella…Elsa…
Libby…Elsie…Liddy…Eliza…Lily…Lilisette…Elspeth…
Monalisa…Lizette…”
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3. |
bulletproof
05:58
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It wants dragstrip courage
It wants Russian roulette
It wants ignorant knowledge
It wants a rope without a net
It wants purple heart mettle
It wants a cannonball dive
It wants a Kamikaze
It wants our hand in the hive
Bulletproof. Bulletproof. Bulletproof.
Bulletproof. Bulletproof. Bulletproof.
It wants rock-hard bones
It wants a solid-state heart
It wants giant stones
It wants the stars and bars
Bulletproof. Bulletproof. Bulletproof.
Bulletproof. Bulletproof. Bulletproof.
living is easier
if you believe that yer…
Bulletproof, bulletproof…
It wants two strong arms
It wants calloused hands
It wants house money cards
It wants to make a stand
Living is easier…
If you believe that yer…
Bulletproof, bulletproof…
It wants the unseen heard
It wants the flower to flourish
to wake up and say we’re all here another day
Bulletproof, bulletproof…
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4. |
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I invite worry to saddle up
I invite worry to saddle up
and ride along with me
Courting disaster
We're in no hurry, just trotting off
We're in no hurry, just trotting off
to see what we will see
Courting disaster
Courting disaster like she's the prettiest girl in town
Like she is the prettiest girl in town
Choking in a lake
like water dripping from a leaky sea
I invite worry to saddle up
To saddle up and ride along with me
Courting disaster like she's the prettiest girl in town
Like she is the prettiest girl in town
Like she is the prettiest girl in town...
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5. |
Lemonade
03:55
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ice cream sweet
and so naïve
never met a lie
you didn’t believe
you say 'Please'
and 'Thank You,' too
'Have a nice day'
and 'How do you do'
And all life’s lemons taste like lemonade
when you’re down
you’re never out
when you hurt
you won’t say Ouch
call it pleasure
when it’s pain
call it sacred
when it’s profane
And all life’s lemons taste like lemonade
this world can use,
can use someone like you
this world can use,
can use someone like you
call it pleasure
when it’s pain
call it sacred
when it’s profane
call it sacred
when it’s profane
call it pleasure
when it’s pain
this world can use,
can use someone like you
this world can use,
can use someone like you
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6. |
viral shoes
03:19
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you’ve been lied to
you’ve been used
walked a mile in viral shoes
woke up hopeful
had a bowl
whole grain life to feed the soul
feel real lied to, feel real used
lacing up those viral shoes
over rough road
on a bad trip
to a little town you’ll eventually skip
feel real lied to
feel real burnt
all the tables have been turnt
feel real lied to, feel real used
lacing up those viral shoes
let your fingers do the walking...
down the garden path
made a clean break
over broken ground
algorithm fog to help you reel around…
feel real lied to, feel real used
lacing up those viral shoes
feel real lied to, feel real used
lacing up those viral shoes
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7. |
kling-klang
02:01
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kling-klang
kling-klang
we sing our song
kling-klang
kling-klang
we were king kong
kling-klang
kling-klang
put down that bong
kling-klang
kling-klang
this ain't hong kong
kling-klang
kling-klang
like Bolan's gong
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8. |
Bijou Buzzards
03:36
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straight away, got something to say
the money’s not there to bribe you
so some friends and I are gonna get high
and go knock over the Bijou
now we’re circlin’ like buzzards
lookin’ for a place to park
always said the second best bed
would be good enough to suit you
so the will’s been changed, in case we hang
for knockin’ over the Bijou
now we’re circlin’ like buzzards
lookin’ for a place to park
if things go wrong it won’t be long
till they’re setting up the gallows
but don’t you cry, I doubt we’ll die
and the money’ll be there to bribe you
circling like buzzards
into thin air
circling like buzzards
into thin air
into thin air
into thin air
into thin air
into thin air…
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9. |
the base of the pyramid
03:28
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At the mouth of the Tigris
where it met Euphrates
Some called it Heaven
some called it Hades
A little verdant delta
a sort of fertile crescent
The people gave their owners
an everlasting present
Look what they made, look what they did
They were the base of the pyramid
Centuries of Pharaoh-ing
and stones that weighed a ton
Stacked up to make a monument
that almost reached the sun
Look what they made, look what they did
They were the base of the pyramid
So few names are remembered
passed down through history
and the ones who did the work
remain a mystery
Look what they made, look what they did
They were the base of the pyramid
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some signs we see can’t be unseen
just as some words can’t be unheard
certain bells can’t be un-rung
so many deeds can’t be undone
take care, take care, take care
take care, take care, take care
when mapping out your world
when mapping out your world
some sure things are so unsure
some holy thoughts are so impure
some to-be’s aren’t meant to be
some sound plans are lunacy
take care, take care, take care
take care, take care, take care
when mapping out your world
when mapping out your world
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11. |
maybe don't worry
03:56
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maybe don’t worry
the sheep are all shorn
the past is all buried
the tide is all turned
baby no hurry
there’s still room at the inn
and there’s no such thing as
original sin
maybe don't worry
maybe don’t worry
baby no hurry…
no worries at all
baby no mercy
so let’s treasure the past
and maybe the morning
won’t come so fast
let’s put the kettle on
and wait for it to sing
let’s put the kettle on
and wait for it to sing
maybe don't worry
maybe don’t worry
baby no hurry…
no worries at all
maybe don't worry
maybe don’t worry
baby no hurry…
no worries at all
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