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He's got a kind of stupefying attitude
You almost see those little wing shoes Like a light, almost shining through the air He's a touchdown king The air is energy whenever he's around With bolts of lightning from the ground Like the wind, almost flying through the air He's a touchdown king He's had some hard breaks on the wrong side of the line Time and time again he's out of time Like the wind, almost flying through the air He's a touchdown king The air is energy whenever he's around With bolts of lightning from the ground Like a light almost shining through the air He's a touchdown king |
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| 2:50 |
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Sandman's comin', yes he's comin'
To sprinkle you with sand He'll say "one, two, three" And you'll be, In cotton candy land Sandman's comin', yes he's comin' He'll take you, by the hand And you'll ride upon, a big white swan In cotton candy land You and the swan will float upon A cloud of pink ice cream Where every star is a candy bar And the moon is a marshmallow dream Sandman's comin', yes he's comin' Take his magic hand Now goodnight...now sleep tight In cotton candy land In cotton candy land... |
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| 4:15 |
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It's righteousness is shining
It walks on ruby shoes There's not too much of nothing You cannot make it do I cross the muddy river To dig a diamond mine I got a good thing working On diamond mining time I got some cotton candy I got a spool of thread I'm gonna weave a basket And put it on my head Inside the mighty basket I carry rattlesnakes You got to be a monkey To see the sense it makes DRY RAIN You said you'd make it grow You said you'd make it green But I see dusty fields Broken rock is all I see And all around me I see your storm clouds Another lies about to fall It seemed like it was real Felt like water to my skin But I stepped through the rainbow And saw the desert deep within And all around me Are roaring waters But I won't let me Be swept away And all around me I see the Pharaohs I see collections Of hats and guns |
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| 2:45 |
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Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs actions when you got words When you're finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean no dirt to be seen And the work it took was fun There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs actions when you got words Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau Some said it was Greenland and some said Mexico Some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could |
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| 3:57 | 
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| 3:00 |
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Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July I knew a lady who lived in Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave a little too soon And she flew away howling at the yellow moon Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July Now the people cry and the people moan And they look for a dry place to call their home And try to find someplace to rest their bones While the angels and the devils fight to claim them for their own Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July |
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| 3:23 |
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Give me lots of money
A house up on a hill Send me pretty women Or threaten me and still I'll come out to your house And attempt to fix your sink Do a mediocre job As I'm leaving you will think If you're needing something You know that I'll be gone I will not answer if you call If you're waiting for me Then you'll be waiting long I can't be counted on at all My eye is on the pork The pork is in the pan If something needs a 'doing Well, you know I'm not your man If you're counting on me You know I'll let you down You can't be counting on me Cause you know I'm just a clown If you're waiting for me Then you'll be waiting long I will not answer if you call If you're needing something You know that I'll be gone I can't be counted on at all Give me lots of money A house up on a hill Send me pretty women Or threaten me and still My eye is on the pork The pork is in the pan If something needs a 'doing Well, you know I'm not your man If you're needing something You know that I'll be gone I will not answer if you call If you're waiting for me Then you'll be waiting long I can't be counted on at all I can't be counted on at all I can't be counted on at all I can't be counted on at all I can't be counted on at all |
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| 8. |
| 2:50 |
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Jelly roll fire cracker
Chicken farmer's luck Gutterball goldfish wedding Rare new Siamese duck Out size lavender basket Linoleum money floor Stubborn flexible hayride Reborn plastic door Liquified, liquified Cowtown on the horizon Boiled in twisted jade Pearly wooden fish-fight Calico cascade Portable nylon lobster Big bad southern brew Dried up aluminum water Spilling down on you Liquified, liquified Petrified lizard antlers Asphalt orange wheel Dog-eared alphabetic Rubber turns to steel Platinum vegetation Blue-eyed chandelier California milk dust Freeze dried gerbil ears Liquified, liquified, liquified, liquified Total Time: 40.22 |
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| 9. |
| 4:16 |
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| 10. |
| 16:01 |
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| 11. |
| 3:49 |
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They draw the line you cannot see
They build the cage that sets you free They drop the word from up above They crack the whip you've grown to love Say what? Say what? Party till the world obeys... They pull the load with all your might And make you blind to fix your sight You fly on wings into their snare They sell you tickets to thin air Say what? Say what? Party till the world obeys... FLIGHT OF THE FIRE WEASEL (instrumental) STRINGS ON YOUR HEART I see it, I get it, to find it below You know me, your fire, but I can't let go In silence through canyons of motion we start Beyond us these motions emerge from the dark Now I'm tied up in circles So I won't fall apart Tied up and tangled strings on your heart It's clouded in mystery surrounding your heart It stumbles to finish before it can start In silence, through canyons of motion we start Beyond us these motions emerge from the dark Now I'm tied up in circles So I won't fall apart Tied up and tangled strings on your heart Strings on your heart... I see it, the emotions surrounding your heart I get it to stumble before it can start Beyond us through canyons of motion we start Beyond us through canyons emerge from the dark Now I'm tied up in circles So I won't fall apart Tied up and tangled strings on your heart Now I'm tied up in circles So I won't fall apart Tied up and tangled strings on your heart Strings on your heart... |
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| 6:42 |
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