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On the Money
03:35
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On the Money
Don’t need no introduction
Let me start this function
With a simple hi and how do you do?
No greasy palm shaking or shady deal breaking
I just straight-up want a date with you
Don’t care for conversation
Of the phony fake persuasion
Let me know what state you are in
Have a heart and not a cow
Because I really can’t allow
This to continue with a spin towards the negative
If you’re ready for some fun
And the two made one
A good time is sure to be had
If you’re down for slumming
Around with this bum
Who might turn their nose up I don’t give a damn
Cuz I’m on the money
Yes I’m on the money
You’re on the money
But you just won’t count on me
My romantic prospects and my romantic interests
Are never ever quite the same
I’m lifted up I’m in my cups
And I’m trying my luck
So come on honey tell me your name
Got a grade-school education
And thoughts above my station
And I know you’ll be a comfortable fit
You’re in a league I am out of
But I’m never one to doubt love
Or that one can be attracted by opposites
When push come to shove in this labor of love
I’m the last one to stand on my feet
I’m always unrelenting with the task that I’m intending
So baby put me out of my misery
Cuz I’m on the money
Yes I’m on the money
You’re on the money
But you just don’t count on me
I’m an easy act to follow
And I’m not too hard to swallow
I don’t wallow in self-pity or cry
If I ain’t the fit you’re feeling
I won’t go through the ceiling
No need to qualify your goodbye
If you want a sugar daddy
With a big house and a caddy
Then turn your head the opposite way
But if you want adventure
Then here’s a guess I’ll venture
You won’t want to delay it for another day
If you want to get down
There’s a spot downtown
With everything your heart could desire
Half past eleven we’ll both be in heaven
Or maybe just a little bit higher
Cuz I’m on the money
Yes I’m on the money
You’re on the money
And baby you can count on me
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2. |
Flash In the Pan
04:45
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Look down on the earthbound son of angels
Look down on his life and all his sin
Look out as he splinters into shards of broken dreams
Look out as he falls apart again
He’s been the man who dies daily
Only to be born anew again
Look down to the earth you'll see so many of them my friend
Look down don't look within
If you do you will see that he’s just like you and me
Living with the dream of being more
On time untimely ripped asunder
No time no time to watch and wonder
One time ten times you love but only once you live
One time and then you’re six feet under
Disown discord and disillusionment
Dismiss your anger and confusion
Show disdain for the astral plane and look to here and now
Disregard the dismal day’s delusion
Cuz there's more to a day than the sun along its way
Rising up to set below the ground
The flash in your eyes lets me know that you’re alive
New life new people and new places
New signs that vanish with no traces
A new shine from deep inside the sifting of the sieve
New eyes look out from ancient faces
It’s true that no one lives forever
Statues in time will surely weather
Crumbling to dust they rust and scatter in the wind
Till the day when they reform together
Cuz a flash in the pan sparks the dreams of mortal man
A moment makes a lifetime more than years
More than tears more than smiles more than running endless miles
Running endless miles
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Kids
03:55
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We were kids, we knew not what we did
Fitting out never in
Spitting in the face of time.
We were kids, banging on paint-can lids
Howling primal screams
Bombed out of existence.
We played our games; we stepped away; somehow it all made sense
Amidst the trees; we breathed the breeze, we called it time well
spent
The smoke and potions hit our blood we left our minds behind
The only ones alive
We were kids, of us they were so well rid
Light-years from the stars
We grew up worshipping
We were kids, always backwards slid
Past the ego and the id
Past the guilty consciences
We sang our songs for right and wrong; we always made the scene
We threw a pass and broke the glass; they blamed the tambourine
The curfew whistle was our cue; the volume went from ten to nine
The only ones alive
We made careful wastes of our sweet time
Never knew a needle was so hard to find
We circled ‘round the firelight
and made the wrong seem right
The only ones alive
We were kids
When we couldn’t run we hid
Wondering what we did last night
That kept us from remembering
We were whipped and scourged and thrown down to the ground
We laid down on the yellow lines as the traffic tried to run us down
We stood on cars in the parking lots and held our fists up high - The only ones alive
We were kids
We knew not what we did
Fitting out never in
Spitting in the face of time.
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Gloss
03:05
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Took off my coat and wrote in my notebook
The words seemed to drift off the page in a rage
From another age
I lost my coat but it was no big loss
I tend to gloss over things that don’t concern me.
Lost my wallet to a pickpocket at the state fair
I didn’t care I was just glad someone touched me there
I lost my dough but it was no big loss
I tend to gloss over things that don’t concern me.
I went to church and they said I that was possessed
So I said “bless you” or something like that-and I never went back
I lost my soul but it was no big loss
I tend to gloss over things that don’t concern me.
I’m not a Sunday morning kind of guy
I’m a Saturday night man; if I’m not the right man for you
It don’t phase me
I don’t change for no one
I tend to gloss over things that don’t concern me.
I told you what I thought and felt about you
Honest and true and completely from the heart
I lost you but it was no big loss
I tend to gloss over things that don’t concern me.
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5. |
Avalanche
04:49
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When you're sold out by your friends
You can fall apart again
Or find a new beginning in the ashes of the end
Patiently waiting
The time that it's taking
Might be breaking your heart
Avalanche, the weight of the world on your shoulders
Avalanche, the weight of the world on your mind
Buried alive you will survive if you just keep clawing
Somebody's calling your name
When you're calling out in vain
You hear the same old words again
Or find a new beginning
In the echo of the end
Lovers on a ledge
Tiptoe towards the edge
No time to catch your breath
Before they go
Avalanche, the weight of the world on your shoulders
Avalanche, the weight of the world on your mind
Buried alive you will survive if you just keep clawing
Somebody's calling your name
Twig falls off the branch
Forms an avalanche
That covers all the land with snow
Avalanche, the weight of the world on your shoulders
Avalanche, the weight of the world on your mind
Buried alive you will survive if you just keep clawing
Somebody's calling your name
When you're sold out by your friends
You can fall apart again
Or find a new beginning in the ashes of the end
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The Stalker
03:11
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Called your number baby
On my brand new Razr phone
Called your number baby
Left my message at the tone
I just gonna keep on callin’
Cuz I looked in your window I saw that you were home
Cuz I'm the stalker baby
Blowing up your phone
Thirty calls is stalking
I’ve only called you 24
I got an inclination
That something must be wrong
But that restraining order
Won’t hold me back for long
Cuz I’m the Stalker baby
Knockin on your door
When ever I come callin’
You always call the law (and he ain’t Officer Friendly)
If they put me in the jailhouse
And throw away the key
When I get my one phone call
Guess who it’s going to be? (it’s going to be you)
Cuz Im the stalker baby
And this feeling's oh so strong
I just got my phone bill
And its 50 pages long (and it’s all your number)
(play the blues)
I stalk you from the treetops
Spyglasses in my hand
Do my eyes deceive me?
You’re with another man
I’m the stalker baby
That’s what you’re telling all my friends
But what you didn’t tell me
Was why it had to end
(call me)
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Whiskey Soaked Gambler
03:02
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I’m a whiskey-soaked gambler
Rambling like a madman
in shambles; a shadow Of what I used to be
5’o’clock upon my breath
I’m shuffling off to Nazareth
Subtracted, a fraction
Of what I used to be
I'm living on borrowed time
My watch is set to half-past five
Regardless of what time it happens now to be
Life has took my will to live
I’ve got nothing more to give
I’m grateful; my faithful friend is calling out to me
I’m a whiskey-soaked gambler
Rambling like a madman
in fragments, a fraction
Of what I used to be
Dying to be born again
I’m shuffling off to Bethlehem
in shambles; a shadow
Of what I used to be
Sidling up to the bar
Pour some beer into my jar
An afterthought, drop in a shot
And keep ‘em coming fast
I’m filling out my racing form
Inspired by John Barleycorn
My pick to win is a sure thing
Sure to come in last
And I’m a full-time drinker
Blinking out the sun
I’m a part-time winner
Wish I knew what I’d won
I awaken in the street
The gutter washes off my feet
No idea how I got here
But it’s where I belong
Home is where you hang your hat
I hang it on the barroom rack
And settle down for one more round
And sing the same old song…
I’m a whiskey-soaked gambler
Rambling like a madman
in fragments, a fraction
Of what I used to be
Dying to be born again
I’m shuffling off to Bethlehem
in shambles; a shadow
Of what I used to be
I’m a whiskey-bent gambler
Rambling like a madman
in fragments, a fraction
Of what I used to be
Dying to be born again
I’m shuffling off to Bethlehem
in shambles; a shadow
Of what I used to be
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