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Tea Kettle
03:17
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You complain to be removed from the heat
Tea Kettle, you, always distracting me
Let nothing stand in your way
Your voice is soft, but it's harsh
I can't believe you have the nerve
I can't believe you have the nerve to stay
I hear your voice rising up from below
Your sad poetry, down the rabbit hole
Take this weight off my chest
It's getting warm, I'll suffocate
I can't believe you still depend
I can't believe you still depend on me
I don't play favorites
But you're growing on me
And I have a feeling
That we create a good symmetry
But nine times outta ten you capsize and sink
Gravedigger, you, always approaching me
Let me go on one more day
The jig is up, my guard is down
I can't believe you looked at me
I can't believe you looked at me that way
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Economy Alive!
02:58
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Where does the money go?
And how are the taxes applied?
This funny, strange system
Keeps economy alive!
When do the lines appear?
And how do I keep my soul clean?
From worry, from doubt
How can I figure out the mystery?
Is this part of the plan?
Just one mistake away from losing it all
Just one mistake away from losing it all
If I withdraw for now
Will I have the chance to return?
If land, or sea
Completely covers me?
And after the sun goes down
My signal can no longer reach
The blood, the bone
The sticks and the stones
My economy alive!
Is this part of the plan?
Just one mistake away from losing it all
Just one mistake away from losing it all
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3. |
Double Feature
03:59
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I'm a double feature
I can be two things at once
A sailor with direction
And a mermaid with a gun
I quickly move from A to Z
Before moving from A to B
I open my eyes, apologize
And live my life
I'm a double feature
I can see two things at once
A split-screen oil painting
With its colors on the run
The pastel pinks and tangerines
The reds, the whites, the blues
With my magazine and a tambourine
On a bowling green
False pride don't mean a thing
Mistakes as far as I can see
Self doubt is crippling me
I gain confidence as I sing
I'm underwriting my own scheme
I'm tired and I don't see an end to suffering
Wait for the plan to hatch, hold my breath and count to ten
A bit of rest has got me curious again
False pride don't mean a thing
Mistakes as far as I can see
Self doubt is crippling me
I gain confidence as I sing
La-de-da-de-da
La-de-da-de-da
I'm a double feature
I can move two things at once
And work and play are both the same
When you do the thing you love
But what you love can always change
And change it always will
So love the thing right in front of you
And love will never fail
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A woman drinks a beer by herself
Before she boards the plane, nobody else
Seems to notice she's experienced major delay
The fog slowly lifting inside of her brain
Yesterday was sunny, but today is mostly gray
She tries to remember the clever thing she said
At what point did I lose all control?
At what point did I lose all control?
Did I give up all my secrets?
What did I expose?
At what point did I lose all control?
She waits in line outside the golden gate
Her coffee's cold by now, a message waits
Her glasses are broken, she's making a mistake
She scribbles down the answer
But the answer comes too late
Her watershed moment wasted on a piece of cake
At what point did I lose all control?
At what point did I lose all control?
Did I give up all my secrets?
What did I expose?
At what point did I lose all control?
He told her he was hungry for American pie, she said
Call up my agent, he'll send you a slice
But for now I'm exhausted
I've got nothing to trade
I need a glass of water
Before I waste away
A woman drink a beer by herself
Waits for the plane to land, nobody else
Seems to know what she's thinking with that look on her face
My guess is that she's worried
I hope that she's okay
She's reading Raymond Carver, and as she turns the page
At what point did I lose all control?
At what point did I lose all control?
Did I give up all my secrets?
What did I expose?
At what point did I lose all control?
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Hollywood High
02:48
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I'm a surfer who's never seen the ocean
I'm a waiter at your neighborhood diner
My purse strings are tight
I camp out all night
At the Hollywood High
I'm a painter working in your basement
I'm a geisha girl covered in makeup
I'm jack in the box
I'm little boy lost
I'm on a Hollywood High
I'm a cash poor star of yesteryear
I've sold my greatest hit
I carry round my bag on wheels
Lookin for a lift
I'm in need of desperation
Each and every part
Meet me at the tennis court
I'll read your cards
I'm the guy who never chats at the party
Forgive me if I never say I'm sorry
I'm a flesh-eating boar
I'm outside your door
I'm on a Hollywood High
I'm an exile cast out of the village
I'm drunk and I don't speak the language
I talk really slow
Put on a good show
I'm on a Hollywood High
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6. |
June Gloom
02:52
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June Gloom
Hanging over me
Until the afternoon
When you sing a different tune
I'm laying in my bed and I dread
Do I fear failure or do I fear success?
June Gloom
Your persistence, it impresses me
You show up in the sky
You're always right on time
All the coffee can't drown out your gray
A list of problems that grows throughout the day
Your muffled welcome is a drag
Your blanket of smog, it makes me work twice as hard
To keep depression at bay
I keep pushing away
Negativity, panic and fear
June Gloom
The canvas you provide for me
Begs for a brighter blue
I'm waiting for your cue
Like a prelude to a sunny matinee
Your curtains lifted late in the day
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7. |
Put Me On Yr Playlist
03:17
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Put me on your playlist
Keep me on your mind
I may not be the one and only apple of your eye
I'm a face on a billboard
That catches your gaze
I'm not your center, I'm your side, and that's okay
So many songs on the soundtrack of your life
Just give me one
And let me go on
For a minute or two
Let me serenade you
I'll help you forget
All the trouble in your head
And let nostalgia take your for a ride
It's like a drug and I am your guide
Be careful don't let it last too long
There's a price to pay for every song
I'll leave you alone
So you can have your fun
You're an independent thinker
You're not hurting anyone
But when I come around you've got your hand on a gun
This time I know better
I turn around and run
Put me on your playlist
Keep me on your mind
I may not be the one and only apple of your eye
I'm a face on a billboard
That catches your gaze
I'm not your center, I'm your side, and that's okay
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8. |
A Song 4 Me
03:46
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No thanks, I won't have coffee today
I've got to lift myself some other way
I sit down to write a song
I contemplate what's going on
Randy Newman
Brian Wilson
Leon Russell
Harry Nilsson
Second verse, I hesitate
I don't get to the point, I'd rather wait
A pencil sketch to pass the time
The building blocks, I'm doin fine
Randy Newman
Brian Wilson
Leon Russell
Harry Nilsson
And now I'm back to tie it up
I'm satisfied, I've had enough
A simple verse to bring it home
To hang my hat, and shut the door
Randy Newman
Brian Wilson
Leon Russell
Harry Nilsson
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9. |
Let's Get It Started
02:18
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Let's get it started you and me
Keep it simple, never let it drop
Try not to think about the changes, that will occur
When you're holding me
And if you want to talk about it, let's talk about it
It's no big deal
We'll bounce right back and we'll turn it around
I may disappear until I'm ready
To start over again
We'll bounce right back and we'll turn it around
I may disappear until I'm ready
To start over again
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