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Overture- Head
01:33
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Moon
05:26
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Once I'd picked apart the rainbow
To find a colored way to say this
I determined that the firm and honest way would be the safest
So the burden that the bourbon brings
Would lift and leave me weightless
Ill just say it...
Friend, you make me feel like shit on far to regular a basis
Of all the denominators we have in common
We've failed to find the greatest
Then you factor in the fact that if i were your god
You'd have to check the box for faithless
Okay! Maybe i can share in the blame a bit
Admit i can be a little lame, i guess?
But when you shoot the look at me
Inverted in your vanity
That backward limp away seems painless
I fill my own half-empty cup
Drink up what I can
'Cause when I spill that shit, sure enough
I'm the bad guy with my hands up
This raises a question
In this pilfering profession
How many time can a bandit
Return to the scene of a crime
Before he finds he just can't take it anymore
Polish fades on fingers
That point out made up mistakes
You just want someone to fill your week with days
Oh princess time, i think you'd be amazed
What a difference a few hours make
In the pit
My stomach
Your pendulum sways and it stays
In pace
Exact
Foot tap
Come back
Keep track of each tragic minute i'm away
(I just don't see the logic in that)
If my mouth says
What's inside my head
They're both instantly sent
To find another place to lay
I can't contemplate
The kind of prince for which you wait
On paper I'm great
Nevermind headlines: Not Up to Date!
Kamikaze comets chasing tail
That's how craters are made!
The most lunar ideas shining through
As the light starts to fade
Off somewhere in DEEP OUTER SPACE
With the wavering thought
This just might be some waining phase
Under blue moon we go forth and back
Tit for tat
I just don't see the logic in that
Tit for tat?
You'd be covered in flowers and cats
Tit for tat
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Twinkle Toes
03:17
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Open on the end
An ordinary day
High stakes lovers
Lovingly pan-frying steaks
When from the other room
A wrong number call came
"Beg your pardon Ms. Martin?
There must be some king of mistake"
As of late I make estimations of counting out estates
Somewhere among my second set of thoughts
I thought it strange how it's come to be cliche
To cry out about a parents pass away
And how my father never fired filets
In any case he grilled them for the taste
The first and last time i don't bother to fire up the grill
Now mother's counting dimes to doctors
Congress vetoing the bill
ICU through doors they say hinge solely on your will to live
Will your living will send home your holy soul
And is it really ours to give?
Just give a twinkle of the toes
Yes for once
Twice for no
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Shanty
02:24
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Not much of political man
But like Slowhand, I practice what i preach
So come on baby, get into my big black car
Let me show you what i mean
A short list of my beliefs:
-Gold's the only way to go
-Leave the writing to the prose
-Take time to stop and smell the weeds
I don't believe your babbling brook runs anymore deep
Than my ever slow-buffering stream
But we share the river's mouth we feed
A monstrous sea of opinions so thin they sink so easily
So don't dare you go rocking the boat
'Til you float it with the fleet
Backs to the Atlantic
Breaking waves of panic
Current and prolific
Just be more Pacific
It's a breeze!
When you've convinced yourself to think of things coastally
But many a shoulder turns cold when the polls get to polarizing
Parting the sea, bipartisan-ships split to take the lead
Scattered amongst the debris
Are the hopes and dreams of you and me
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Boxing Day (Canada)
04:22
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Exact Change
03:37
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Happy Hunting
04:20
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War Stories
03:09
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Like Larks
03:57
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Working Stiff
02:37
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11. |
Creedence
04:58
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