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| 1. |
| 3:20 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:52 |
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| 3. |
| 4:07 | 
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I swear I see the shadows and movement I've seen the signs and heard the rumors Adrenaline is a-flowing Look at me with my eyes a-glowing I feel a man there with eyes a-blazing I say this and I know no one's a-listening Stand on the corner, sweat a-glistening See dim lights on some nights Imagination hold on tight Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill Here comes the chill Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill Never seen anyone come out Never seen anyone go in Movement at my back it's just the wind Just the wind or a finger on my skin No no more I've had my fill Been run through, run through the mill Try to smile but I feel it still Feeling I'm feeling, feeling the child Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill |
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| 4. |
| 5:33 |
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Your cymbal crashing
Your teeth are gnashing You're in your element We'd love to see you We'd love to be you You're in your elephant costume You do what the hell you want to do Make people scream for you We love to hear you You've got your big swing face You know the night away out in space Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing face You′re in the arena You bow to the crowd But you gotta looka down Some people laughing It's easy to laugh When your zipper′s down Fly′s open I know you're the great being You're so hilarious You're leaving us in the dust Your big swing face Your rolling eyes away out in space Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace In your costume foolery Beads, sandals and jewelry You're a funny guy We'll never wonder why You've got your big swing face You've got your lonely night away out in space Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace Like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace |
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| 5. |
| 4:57 |
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Got to get something done today
Give accomplishment a shot Might not have a full palette to use But I'm gonna paint with the colors I've got There're your hopes and ideals you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass Feeling like a lazy tub o' lard Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card Think I'll take the personality test To document my fine mess this far There're your hopes and dreams you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face First place man will one day roll in last 'Cause this too shall pass Better get on out to the starting line They're coming soon They're gonna fix it in time I just want to get what's mine Not a fortune gonna just, gonna just, love life And this too shall pass Do what you got to do to find a cure For the things that make you feel so impure Just how I don't know for sure Sometimes misery has a strange allure There're your hopes and ideals you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass There are your hopes and dreams you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass |
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| 6. |
| 3:33 |
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| 7. |
| 4:54 |
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This is an epic story
Of low man's love and family pride But he's still awaiting A ride Looking for a wildest enemy Then only I know you can never care Man of the world and everywhere Get your hot pots in the pantry then I was called extraordinaire Waiting in a yellow crane Though you couldn't give a shit This order that is heaven sent Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Watch out the baby gonna give you a rash Oh Lord, take out the trash You're such a big shot wannabe Pleading around for all to see I know you're special and very clean But you got to take out the daily greens Joking at explosives Langerous and listless Compelling out of more pep Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash Here's the chance to make a splash Take out the trash I am called extraordinaire Witty and eloquent Observing and a motive Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the thrash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash In some pocket and some cash Take out the trash Take out the trash Take out the trash Watch it, watch it Watch it stinking finger Don't smell your finger Your stinking finger Wallowing the funk Wallowing in the stink Your friend with red ink He's wallowing in the stink Keep wallowing in the stink Don't smell your finger, finger |
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| 8. |
| 3:44 |
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I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck Gonna get me some plastic Gunga Dins Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in I'll buy a new suit when I'm feelin' down Picks me up and I'll show it around I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure Then I'll get another when I'm feelin' the urge I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'll buy the special meal with the prize And toys with the motorized blinkin' eyes And lunch and dinner there I'll be My favorite character eluding me There's a sale down at the Five And Dime And everything's going for dirt this time I don't need this but it's so cheap The visions of a bargain in my sleep I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky These wonderful items everywhere A house full of things but I don't care I wonder as I'm sitting there Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite High in the sky |
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| 9. |
| 3:13 |
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This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Silver streamers streaking strangely Swirling savage savants grazing Smoking on a pink pacifier Genitalia in a hair dryer This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Flourescent flaccid floppy-haired gleamers Saccharine headed silver-foil dreamers Black light swinging five people singing Around and around and my ears are ringing This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Walls are spinning, caving in They say this is fun They say I'm in ecstasy I'm smiling as I run This is so out but I like it So outside but I'm in This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Way out there in the spheres Way out there in the spheres In the spheres In the spheres |
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| 10. |
| 4:24 |
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Up in the country...
Back in the sticks... Down in the woods...in the woods...in the woods... (Hey) That's what little country boys do... (Hey) Ain't got good sense His drawers is a mess (Cabbage greens) I don't want to act right Or God'll kill me Got keloid skin Makes us all feel him (Get some leg) Stylin', profilin' That's why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Making feet for socks (Cabbage greens) Got big hindparts He's drinking out the whole jug Or God me kill me Don't want to act right Acting all ign'ant (Till I get right) That's why, why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Stays outside when it's raining ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Hey-ey-ey! Mama gives such a low rating Hey-ey-ey! Feels triflin' energy draining Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer And I'm playing my Farfisa in a soul band Five brothers in a little room No bigger than a bathroom Sweat on the walls too People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here to blow All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little groove flow I'm flowing And this girl been pregnant She said she been pregnant about four months Her brother come here and said "Nah, she been pregnant about nine months" So I blowed that deal So I took her for a night on the town Jacked her up and laid her down And I thought I'd go ahead and make somethin' of myself So I hit the road. Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training (Oh-oh-oh) Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Hey-ey-ey! Been outside in the lightnin' and rainin' Hey-ey-ey! Feels triflin' energy draining Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Whomp upside the head Whomp on upside the head...etc. I got... |
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| 11. |
| 4:14 |
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I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf great books Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the stylish looks Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, Rollerblades, stamp collecting, comic books Never did jack for me In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - try and try again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place under the sun Finding my place, my place, my place under the sun I've been pushing my fingers into gloves, Getting into doves With guidance from up above Don't tell anybody but I might just have a little bout with love Test driving a new accent, cars, Posing as a confident gent (confident gent) Tried indifference Never did a thing for me In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place under the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun. Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Iambic pentameter (pentameter) Sonics. Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism Efrem Zimbalism In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place Find my place under the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun In the swirling howling winds The swirling howling winds To find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin'.... |
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