1. |
MIDI Rock Overture
01:44
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Where does a scarecrow go during the off season?
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2. |
Spring Fever
02:57
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When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
You’ve got yourself up in my head
My heart beats hard, my brain is dead
And everything I start to dread
Has already been said
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
Spring break
The sweat breaks over my brow
The last thing that I need right now
Tell me some way tell me how
I can deal with this right now
I’m sippin’ on iced tea
I’m contemplatin’ me
I’m losing sanity
I’m rhyming constantly
I’m finding a way to make the good weather last
I’m out in the sun and I’m having a blast
But I know on the inside, my heart’s overcast
In the blink of an eye, everything is gone fast
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
You’ve got yourself up in my brain
Please wash it out, bring back the rain
You’ve left me in a world of pain
You’re driving me insane
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
Spring break
The sun shakes my spirits up
I tried to stop it but I’m falling in love
I brace myself, I keep it tough
But deep inside I’m falling in love
I’m slippin’ off Earth now
I’m sellin’ my cash cow
I’m shippin’ to Moscow
I’m takin’ my last bow
I’m ready to just call it a day
I’m ready to storm in and demand my pay
I’m ready to call my life a state of decay
I’m ready to crush it all just like clay
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
When the sun comes out I lose the ability
To think straight
To think straight
Spring fever
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3. |
Radical
04:57
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You say I can have your lips
But I have to beg, trading shame for kiss
Either way I can never have your heart
You said that you couldn’t see
It was meant to be, I wanted it to be
I knew you knew it wasn’t from the start
“You’re a good man,” you said to me
“For any of the other liars,
But you’re not who I think I need;
I’ve a spark but not a fire.”
You toss me left and you toss me right
I won’t go gentle into the night
You’re like a storm upon my shore
And I won’t let you stop till you give me more
And I’m a shipwreck on a beach
Sunken treasure out of reach
Weathered by winds so
Radical
I never thought I’d feel like this
On my knees again, trading shame for kiss
But the way you make me feel I can’t describe
Let’s work a little deal out,
The first one’s free if I make you shout
Hey, begging’s just as easy as a bribe
“It’s time that you got over me,”
I probably should just forget her
“But I still need you, can’t you see?
There’s no friend I like better.”
You toss me left and you toss me right
I won’t go gentle into the night
You’re like a storm upon my shore
And I won’t let you stop till you give me more
And I’m a shipwreck on a beach
Sunken treasure out of reach
Weathered by winds so
Radical
Break-ups are supposed to hurt
And the first is worst… the first is worst?
So that means things will get much better, right?
I never thought it would last forever
Just more than never
But I guess it’s time to kiss this heart goodnight
Don’t you see you’re breaking my heart?
Getting drunk off capri suns
Till she blacks out
You toss me left and you toss me right
I won’t go gentle into the night
You’re like a storm upon my shore
And I won’t let you stop till you give me more
And I’m a shipwreck on a beach
Sunken treasure out of reach
Weathered by winds so
Radical
She said I could still be her friend
But she said the fling would have to end
How could I possibly get over this?
I should have begged for just one kiss…
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4. |
O, Ronnette
03:20
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Tears streaming down your face
And soaking in the lace
Of your dress
Oh, Ronnette
The mystery is gone
I can’t keep holding on
We’ve come too stressed
Oh, Ronnette
Oh, baby yes, I!
What’s wrong with your face?
I’m leaving tonight!
So don’t wait up late
I’m making you cry?
You tossed me aside!
And you’re still alive
So swallow your pride
I gave you everything I had
You ran off with another man
That put us in a Hefty bag
I think that now you’ll understand that
Baby yes, I!
What’s wrong with your face?
I’m leaving tonight!
So don’t wait up late
I’m making you cry?
You tossed me aside!
And you’re still alive
So swallow your pride
I’m going out to grab a gouge
To cut your lover’s heart right out
I will not waste another thought
The bride will do the groom will not
Baby yes, I!
What’s wrong with your face?
I’m leaving tonight!
So don’t wait up late
I’m making you cry?
Oh, give it a rest
Find some other guy
Freaking Ronnette
Tears streaming down your face
And soaking in the lace
Of your dress
Oh, Ronnette
The mystery is gone
I can’t keep holding on
We’ve come too stressed
Oh, Ronnette
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5. |
RAW & Beating
01:52
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The sixth of November is coming so quickly
You’ve wrestled the thought down now of being with me
You’ve met a nice rags doll he’s hot and he’s cold
And his martial arts training, you’re caught in his hold
Because he’s the one
And it all comes crashing down in your
Face over heels, you’re trapped in the corner
No ring in his future, he turns now to torture
He’ll touch you, he’ll touch her, he’ll touch her all over
‘Cuz you still don’t know him the way that he knows her
And you’re calling mayday as he’s making headway
You know that your love just like wrestling’s fabe and kay
But you’re the one
And it all comes crashing down in your face
What happened to forever
What happened to never
Forgetting the signs
You were meant to be together
I’m green, he’s a veteran
I’m green again, natch,
Not as green as your nails make me
With the sound of their scratch
And it all comes crashing down in my face
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6. |
Nice Things
02:28
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Dateline: Thursday in Queens
A man is writing letters seldom to be seen
He writes them out for the love of his life
He sees her daily, knows he wants her for a wife
He showers her with affection and smiles
And everything, trying to win her heart with guile
She tells him no, that she simply cannot
And she goes home and she gets lost deep in thought
She’s afraid to be the one who loves the man more than he loves her
‘Cuz she’s been burned before and she don’t need another lover
The man feels betrayed and rejected every day
But the woman’s even lonelier because she won’t agree
Dateline: Friday in New York
He sees her strolling casually through Central Park
She caught his eye and she gives him a wave
She prays today’s the day she’s going to be brave
He broaches the weather, suggesting a walk
He hopes she’ll fall in love after a little talk
She goes along but she doesn’t make a move
She’s only got one heart, something she doesn’t want to lose
She’s afraid to be the one to love the man more than he loves her
‘Cuz she’s been burned before and she don’t need another lover
The man feels betrayed and rejected every day
But the woman’s even lonelier because she won’t agree
To a dance
Call it a date
Call it romance
Or call it fate
What she needs’
A helping hand
Swept off her feet
She needs the man
Dateline: Sunday in Queens
This is why we can’t have nice things.
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7. |
Must Love Dogs
05:04
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Every dog will have his day
At least that’s what some people say
But that’s just three short hours for a boy
But what would you make of a fortunate pup
Who kept his luck when his day was up
And God had granted him enormous joy?
Would you believe that a man may be
Satisfied completely
And need ask nothing more of the world?
I know it’s true because I met you
And before our lips had touched I knew
This fortunate pup only needed one heck of a girl
I’d like to hold your hand
I’d like to take you out
I’d like to be your man
I’d like to make you shout
I’d like to see you smile
I’d like it very much
What I’d like most of all
Is to feel your touch
They told me ignorance was bliss
Simplicity was happiness
The little things are worth the most in life
Well, I’m a fool, and that’s all there is to it
And you’re smaller than me, a great dane to a poodle if
That’s happiness, then what’s the use in strife?
Would you believe that I may be
Satisfied completely
And willing to stay right here for you and wait?
I know you do because I met you
And before our lips had touched, you knew
This fortunate pup needs no other mate.
I’d like to hold your hand
I’d like to take you out
I’d like to be your man
I’d like to make you shout
I’d like to see you smile
I’d like it very much
What I’d like most of all
Is to feel your touch
My love for you is a work of art
You’ve left your territory mark on my heart
I’m yours and you are mine, oh baby, let’s start
Look at me and listen to your heart now
Tell your mom you won’t be back till sundown
Let me hear you laugh, let me hold you when you cry
Let me know that you’re always gonna be mine
Would you believe that a man may be
Satisfied completely
And need ask nothing more of the world?
I know it’s true because I met you
And when our lips first touched I knew
This fortunate pup only needed one heck of a girl
I’d like to hold your hand
I’d like to take you out
I’d like to be your man
I’d like to make you shout
I’d like to see you smile
I’d like it very much
What I’d like most of all
Is to feel your touch
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8. |
Photograph
02:33
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You disappeared from my photograph
I dig your new disappearing act
I wish that you would teach me your tricks
If you could stand to reappear
I won’t bite, girl, have no fear
You teach me, I’ll tell you how I tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
It’s been a couple years
So why do I still smell you
You’re hiding in the box beneath my bed
The rusting metal coffee pots
The Tool CD I one time bought
The skin cells that fell off when dry and dead
I’ve finished yet another script
It’s called “The Bored and Nondescript”
I thought that it might illustrate my thoughts
I know you’d never finish it
And so I never finished it
I thought three lines was a good place to stop go stop go stop go stop go
It’s been a couple years
So why do I still hear you
Your voice is ringing outside of my ear
The country pop that fills the waves
Martin Luther freed the slaves
The thought of cooking veggie burgers rare
I can smell you, I can hear you
I can taste you, I can touch you
I can sense your presence
But I can’t see your face
It’s been a couple years
So why do I still taste you
Bacteria that toothpaste can’t get out
Flecks of parsley in my teeth
Say the hungry, feed world peace
Chart the chewing chamber where I shout
I can smell you, I can hear you
I can taste you, I can touch you
I can sense your presence
But I can’t see your face
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9. |
She's a Housewife Now
01:41
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She left her home to win a shiny, new adventure
Free as a bird, the kind that can’t be chained
She got a job, albeit one with nothing ventured
Felt unfulfilled, like she had nothing gained
She told her family, I’ll be the one who’s different
I’ll make a life for me, I’ll never be tied down
She had a dream to is but now she isn’t
That’s fine with her because she’s a housewife now
She passed her classes like a straight-C student
And always hoping that they won’t be B’s
She lived Silvertide’s idea of prudent
Unlocked the door and threw away the keys
I bet she’s saying, aren’t we glad we waited
Three-hundred seconds was more than she could allow
Her life’s ambitions have been finally consummated
And she’ll die happy because she’s a housewife now
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10. |
Danielle
03:08
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You know so well
I loved you, Danielle
Any fool can tell
I loved you, Danielle
But the nights I lay
In my bed awake
As I told my tears
They’d soon go away
I didn’t love them the way I wanted to
And I’m glad you’re gone ‘cuz the nightmares are too
So good-bye, Danielle (good riddance, babe)
I’m wishing you well (good riddance, babe)
I’ll see you in time (good riddance, babe)
But right now, good-bye
Cuz I see you’re fine
With some other guy
And it’s good to know
That you’re still alive
But you’re killing yourself just to please the dude
Like I killed myself just to be with you
You said it was a slap to the face
Well you and me, both, baby
You know so well
I loved you, Danielle
Any fool can tell
I loved you, Danielle
Has it really been eleven months
Since you bumped me off and you said we’re done?
Man, it feels like eleven years
Since I held your hand and I called you dear
I guess I truly am a fortunate pup
‘Cuz you’re out of my life, that’s a spot of good luck
Think of all the good times we had
Like I opened my mouth, you were instantly mad
On a scale to ten, you said I was the one
I prefer my games when they’re actually fun
Babe, I wonder how we started to be
Because it feels so right now my heart is free
Take back the promises, take back the gifts
You can pawn ‘em and go see a psychiatrist
‘Cuz you need one, babe. Are we good? All right, good.
Good-bye, Danielle
I’m wishing you well
I’ll see you in time
But right now, good-bye
You said it was a slap to the face
Well you and me, both, baby
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11. |
Ere It's Evil
05:26
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I made friends with my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed a friend
I made time for my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed some time
I made space for my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed some space
I wrote a song for my new friend Bobbi
When I thought I knew how to rhyme
Maybe I'm a backboard, catching rebounds is my destiny
Maybe I'm a backbrace, thrown away after recovery
Maybe I'm a backstepping backpeddler with some backstabbing friends
Maybe I'm a backwards love story starting at its end
I made out with my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed an out
I held hands with my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed a hand
I made love to my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed some love
I made good with my new friend Bobbi
When she said that she needed me bad
Maybe I'm a backboard, catching rebounds is my destiny
Maybe I'm a backbrace, thrown away after recovery
Maybe I'm a backstepping backpeddler with some backstabbing friends
Maybe I'm a backwards love story starting at its end
I knew well my new friend Bobbi
When all I thought I knew was her name
I fell in love with my new friend Bobbi
When I thought I was falling in vain
I'm attracted to my new friend Bobbi
Though I'm shoved by her positive state
So I missed out on my new friend Bobbi
When I thought I was missing her train
Maybe I'm a backboard, catching rebounds is my destiny
Maybe I'm a backbrace, thrown away after recovery
Maybe I'm a backstepping backpeddler with some backstabbing friends
Maybe I'm a backwards love story starting at its end
Maybe I'm a backboard, catching rebounds is my destiny
Maybe I'm a backbrace, thrown away after recovery
Maybe I'm a backstepping backpeddler with some backstabbing friends
Maybe I'm a backwards love story
Yrots evol
Yrots evol
Yrots evol
Yrots evol
Yrots evol
Yrots evol
Yrots evol
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Through the eyes of a Tesla coil
Electric chair is nothing new
Through the eyes of a meager mortal
A thunderous romp
Electric stomp
Come on
Will you dance the dance of death
Don’t worry if you run out of breath
Elijah paved the road with EMF
Do the electric car
And everything you want is ours
Just climb up Jacob’s ladder to the stars
Call me Dr. Frankenstein
And I will be Franken with you
You could say I have a beautiful mind
I made a life
It made it out
Alive
Will you dance the dance of death
Don’t worry if you run out of breath
Elijah paved the road with EMF
Do the electric car
And everything you want is ours
Just climb up Jacob’s ladder to the stars
Hold the line
Hold your fire
Hold the rod
Fight with power
Fight with light
Fight with God
If the rod was
Good enough
To do you in
Then the rod is
Good to not let
Satan win
Spark ol’ Sparky
Will you dance the dance of death
Don’t worry if you run out of breath
Elijah paved the road with EMF
Do the electric car
And everything you want is ours
Just climb up Jacob’s ladder to the stars
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13. |
Ingénue
03:53
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I need a new ingénue
Someone who I can ruin
Someone to whom I do
Hiss and boo, no one foolin’
What if I was a joker in a past life?
What if I was a serial killer?
What if I could deny you the last rites?
One step closer to returning to gorillas
What if I was facing these demons?
What if I was one myself?
What if I didn’t have my reasons?
What if I was a little temper tantrum brat
Losing my emotional health?
I need a new ingénue
Someone who I can ruin
Some will gawk, some will mock
Who could knock such old-schoolin’?
Can I get you a pitcher of water?
Do you mind if I wash myself first?
Mister, please, I’m in love with your daughter
Just married cans stringing out of her hearse
Tell me, girl, if your nightmare is ending
Does it start when you open your eyes?
Don’t look now but our love is trending
We better give ‘em what they want and
What they want is that they want a nice surprise
Out with the bad air
In with the good
Am I the man that you think I should be?
Out with the good air
In with the bad
Baby gets so beautiful and ruddy when she’s mad
Out with the bad air
In with the good
Little old me coulda never understood
Out with the good air
In with the bad
Darling, you’re the best thing that I ever had
Ronnie had nothing on Dani
Dani had nothing on Bobbi
Bobbi had nothing on you
My little ingénue!
Should I make your bed for you, sweetie?
Satin, linen, and a gold leaf rose
Girl, I’m warning you, you’re gonna get freaky
Yes, I’ll launder your pantyhose
Do you need anything from the market?
I can get it in a jiffy if you do
You’re my baby but I don’t have to like it
Ingénue ingénue ingénue ingénue ingénue
I’m the new ingénue
Someone you can ruin
All over again
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Kevin Calaway Seattle, Washington
I could while away the hours conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain - but who has time for that? I regulate my mood with musical catharsis and publish my diary on the internet for the whole world to hear, wearing my heart and my influences on my sleeve like a man who really needs to do laundry. ... more
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