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History Books
05:42
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La-da-da, that's all I can say...
I was a boy, age 19
On the northern coast, I was magic, hot and green
I found a family, I built a good machine
I had the girl who kept her spirit clean
Now all I can say is La-da-da...
We set up camp under Lonely Falls
I led the tramps, one by one, the wolf got us all
I came back home, I found a place to read
In history books, that's how I keep my spirit clean
Now all I can say...
On the stage and under lights
Little sister by my side
Little siser, when you cried
Those Back Bay years we can't deny
Things are wrong but we'll be alright
La-da-da...
I've loved one woman
I've held the door
I've loved one woman
I've been loved by many more
I loved one woman
She was magic, hot and green
I loved one woman
I couldn't keep her spirit clean
La-da-da, that's all I can say...
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I heard you’re back on the road
I’ve been living with sin
I had the trouble with girls
I had the trouble with gin
And you, Alabaster, are you righteous again?
I haven’t found Jesus but I know where he swims
Are you looking real hard?
I ain’t lookin at all
Then how you gonna find him?
I hear he makes house calls
Are you done with the days being the belle of the ball?
I’ve been looking into how to get humble but tall
Buster my boy
Alabaster my friend
Thought we were goners in Las Cruces
Thought it might be the end
You’re still cracked as a crawdad
You’re still funny as a fox
Here’s to the death of Comanche and Knox
If you see my wife
I’ll tell her you’re not dead
Oh don’t do that, don’t wanna make her upset
Just give her a rose, the nicest one you can get
I’ll deliver your kiss with a marionette
I guess that’s best
Yes, let the old dogs lie
Is there a pain in your chest
Yes, but it helps to remind me
Not to be cruel or take for granted the kind
That’s the best guess you’ve had in some time
Refrain
Keep your head on your shoulders
Where else would it be
You’ve lost it before
On Captain Conrad’s sea
And what about you, where does your head be?
On the lap of my lady, resting quiet and free
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Sister Shy
02:45
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Catch a nod, fix of Novocain
No one knows just how Norma died
I quit the kid, I kicked the cowboy reign
Sat down Indian style
Grayscale, get gutted and laid
I got old watching Nick at Night
Walk by the Nickelodeon
I haven’t sung in a while
But I could be your new favorite band Sister Shy
Loose change, I got lucky and drained
I looked like a Looney Toon in those lights
Big man with a baby face
I was a wicked child
Rear view, vault the videotape
Too much value on ambitious verse
A vicious friend living off the cape
I got an earful from her
Stack o’ books, shit I never read
I buy more every week or so
I guess I like the opportunity
If only to blow
Sister Shy sippin’ something strange
What kind of music does sister like?
I got a trio up in NYC
Mr. Raderman keeps it tight
I could be your new favorite band Sister Shy
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Loose lipped and counterfeit
Where do I get off?
I got a bad, bad cough
She sneaks me peppermint leaves
Long legs in canvas shoes
She smiles at stares
Works the triple dog dare
Makes me a peppermint thief
Bare belly and a funny scare
A gulp of ice cube heat
Breathe staccato beats
Let the peppermint tease us
Catholic school, no show and tell
Stiff as a crucifix
She plays such wonderful tricks
She tastes like peppermint Jesus
Try French. It isn’t hard
The language or the kiss
Think of all you’ve missed
Kissing in English
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One of Four Ways
04:22
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Your heart says old fashioned
Your tongue not the same
It's that new school refrain
Counting your blessings
Riding on a train
Headed one of four ways
So, you keep on trying
Dying to live for yesterday
So, you keep on dying
Trying to live for better days
Your mind's in recession
Your heart's at the door
As you stand on you parents' front porch
The death of the party
Came with a degree
Just what were you paying them for?
Refrain
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We're All Gonna Die
02:48
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It don't matter if you're pretty or you're ugly
It don't matter if you're pretty or you're ugly
Cause we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die
It don't matter if you're wealthy or you're needy
It don't matter if you're wealthy or you're needy
Cause we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die
All that matters is that you know the savior
All that matters is that you know the savior
Gonna see him when you die
Gonna see him when you die
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I Saw A Zebra At The Zoo
01:24
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I saw the zebras at the zoo
And they were African-American
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Jumping Jacks
02:46
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At the concert hall, everyone’s in stall
With their arms down at their sides
Dance until you die
Drink the Dionysus wine
Once in a while it’s ok to smile
And step out of the crowd
Do something bizarre
Jumping jacks on cars
Reset the gauge of the modern age
On some random Monday night
Start singing a song
Get a stranger to sing along
Take your sense of touch, babe, don’t think so much
Call your best girl or your guy
Pirouette on bars
Hold dialogue with stars
Every now and then forget your trends
Walk threadbare through the woods
Bare skin on the leaves
Show your scars to the trees
Don’t give another look into how-to books
You can’t read yourself to right
Dance until you die
Don’t wast your time with Why
Once in a while, it’s ok to smile
And step out of the crowd
Do something bizarre
Jumping jacks on cars
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Montreal
02:10
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I always had a thing for Montreal
For a year in Cuba, I slept on leopard skin
I put my money down on your wife to drown you
But Cuban women, don't they take you in?
There was no dice in the Cathedral
So, me and Padre rang them bells til dawn
Big orange sun putting citrus in my lungs
Wake up, wake up Miss Melinda
She cooked up a mountain of pecan pancakes
I drained the syrup from the last Maple tree
I chain-sawed a flower bed
I threw them roses on your head
Northern women, they hold you right
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Melt Gold Vinyl
05:51
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Wild and lonely, the city has changed
The buildings are gone or they ain’t the same
I thought that I’d sung you for the last time
But I still got this voice and you’re still on my mind
Sand in your bedroom, a swish neath your feet
Fix your makeup in the mirror, tap your toes to a beat
From a hip slice of wax. I introduced you to cool
Now, you’re too cool for me, hell, you’re too cool for cool
Tell me, oh, tell me what must be done
In July you’re high, in August you’re hung
Tell me, oh, tell me with your sweet honest tongue
Can you come back from hell, can you still be someone?
My old lady saw you on TV last night
Backing some country singer, second fiddle to the right
I’m still holdin hope that you’ll grab the spotlight
You still got that voice I'd pay to hear any night
I’m strong like the musk ox, truth is I know him quite well
I guess you go to Wyoming when you come back from hell
Wild and lonely, no cities to save
You wear a ten gallon hat, you’re either dead or you’re brave old lady saw
Tell me, oh, tell me what must be done
In July we were high, in August we're hung
Tell me, oh, tell me with your sweet honest tongue
Are you more than a muse? Can you still be someone?
The answer is no, the answer is final
Melt down the gold, melt down the vinyl
Our song has been sung for the very last time
But you still got that voice and I still got mine
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Julian Saporiti Portland, Oregon
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