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One & Only You
03:39
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You're too hot to quit and you're too cool to love but oh you tie my brain in a knot.
Now I'm all pent up and I can not get up the nerve to talk to you.
Every second I wait is a second I hate because of you.
I gotta be on point and I'll smoke another joint to calm my nerves for a while.
Now girl, you're the one, that'll make me feel pain; you're breaking my heart
Girl, you're the one and only you.
I've got some stress and I am just a mess ever since I talked to you.
I did everything right and I fought through the night so I could tell you.
It's like chasing your dream in a slippery stream and waking up with nothing to show.
It's like chasing your dream in a slippery stream and waking up with nothing to show.
Now girl, you're the one, that'll make me feel pain; you're breaking my heart
Girl, you're the one and only you.
(You're still hung up) Like a rusty ole telephone
(Isn't it a little funny) How the timing it always seems off
(The skies, they appear) To be mourning a long lost friend
(In the end) It's gotta be up to you
I don't want you yet, but I can't help myself these days.
I don't have regrets but I bet I will soon, I can feel it.
I'm a little obsessed and a whole lot depressed at the prospect of losing you.
I'm counting my chicks before the first egg's even laid, I'm a fool.
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Little White Room
03:53
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You and me, we've got a little goin'
You and me, I'll take you in the morning
You and me, with your good side showin'
I'll take ya on down to the little white room
Tonight
You've got the look, you've got the little shaker
I've got the moves to move your money maker
You come with me and I'll take you down
I'll take ya on down to the little white room
Tonight oh Tonight
Tonight oh Tonight
You and me, we've got a little goin'
You and me, I'll take you in the morning
You and me, with your good side showin'
I'll take ya on down to the little white room
You've got the look, you've got the little shaker
I've got the moves to move your money maker
You come with me and I'll take you down
I'll take ya on down to the little white room
Tonight oh Tonight
Tonight oh Tonight
Tonight oh Tonight
Tonight oh Tonight
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Searchin
02:48
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What do you want?
What do you seek?
What does it matter to me?
I'm searchin, oh I'm searchin, for something to call my own
I'm waiting, yes I'm waiting, for a place to be my home
I'm dying, wait I'm living, a lie that is all my own
I'm searchin for someone, I think I found her right under my nose
What do you want?
What do you seek?
What does it matter to me?
I'm thinking, oh I wonder, if this path is all wrong
This message, I hope it finds you, before it is too late
(Too late, too late to tell) Do you seek forgiveness?
(Do oh do you think) Is it any of my business?
At the end, oh the end of the day, what have you done to waste away?
Your life, it is just like death but you've done it so many times (before
You bite the dust) No, you won't escape it
(What do you want, what do you seek) What does it matter to me?
What does it matter to me? What does it matter to....
What do you want?
What do you seek?
What does it matter to me?
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Bush
05:05
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You never gonna know
what you've got, 'til it's gone
You never gonna know
what you've got, 'til it's gone
(Gone) Now it's walking away
(Gone) It was looking you right in your face
(Gone) And now there's nothing you can do or say
(And you never knew you had it)
You never gonna know
what you've got, 'til it's gone
One in the hand, two in the bush
(birds with one stone)
Judge a cover by the book
(picture book with no poems)
You're never gonna know what you're really worth
(just a stone in a mountain of earth)
One in the hand, two in the bush
(birds with one stone)
Judge a cover by the book
(picture book with no poems)
You're never gonna know what it's really worth
(I'm in the ocean and I'm dying of thirst)
Ohhh, (And you never knew you had it)
One in the hand, two in the bush
(birds with one stone)
Judge a cover by the book
(picture book with no poems)
You're never gonna know what you're really worth
(just a stone in a mountain of earth)
One in the hand, two in the bush
(birds with one stone)
Judge a cover by the book
(picture book with no poems)
You're never gonna know what it's really worth
(is it really worth the cost of the cure)
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Sage Filled Cigarette
04:52
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There is a man on a deserted road and he's smoking a sage filled cigarette today.
Big grey clouds loom heavy in the evening air.
You pass by a shanty town.
Don't you know, it's not too late.
You can see the signs of every miles he's traveled in every line on his face.
His old hands are filled with cypress knees covered in leather.
Over the hills and through the forest, chasing that pot of gold.
You pass by a wayward son, don't you know it's not too late.
Sonoran valleys wait behind him, sunset at his face.
Relieved he said "hello stranger, I barely recognized myself after all of those years."
"Did you ever really see me? Were you ever really here?"
As you realize you're post slumber slap the snooze once again.
Eat that frog and get on going.
Don't you know it's not too late.
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Anthony James
02:49
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Huah!
Ah-ha-ha-ha
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7. |
Lazy Sunday
04:14
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Go down the brewery, buy a picture or two, share us some wings between me and you on a lazy, lazy kind of Sunday afternoon.
Watch the big game on Channel 3 and twist one up for you and me on a lazy, lazy kind of Sunday afternoon.
Even though we've got the lawn to mow let's go inside and take it slow on a lazy, lazy kind of Sunday afternoon.
Every week I do a little Kung Fu, eat some stuff I think that you should to on a lazy, lazy kind of Sunday afternoon.
Every week I cruise downtown I hope Monday never rolls around on a lazy, lazy kind of Sunday afternoon.
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Starvation Mountain
03:56
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There's a full service city at the foot of the hill & I'm out in the county
There's a pipe dream bankin on a workin man's will but that ain't gonna stop me
And there's a blanket on the evening
This place has got that feelin
When the storm it is a comin' and you know right where the wind is gonna blow
Renegade running through the alley below, dancin with the shadows
There's a runaway riding in a pickup truck headin for Nogales
There's a long dark cold and dirty street
It's the kinda place that'll bring you to your knees
When the morning light comes you can lay your head down, finally get some sleep
Living on a mountain
In the middle of the sea
I'm dying on an island (So far from home)
All alone in the middle of the trees
Oceans of people
Well they're all drownin on me
Going down down down down down
Floodin in the valley
Flooding in the valley running in the creek
It's a'poolin in the alley (So far from home) running in the road & overflowing in the street
Oceans of people
Well they're all drownin on me
Going down down down down down
There's a full service city at the foot of the hill & I'm out in the county
There's a pipe dream bankin on a workin man's will but that ain't gonna stop me
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9. |
The Wreck
04:28
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Sit back, in fact, relax, and pop the pill bottle cap
Take two or three more just to get where I wanna be
It seems to make it a little itty bitty bit easier
To stand here wrapped lifeless in tribal fear
It’s the small things in life that most of us don’t even notice are gonna pass you by, I wanna die. So ill take bout four or five more and hit the floor and reflect on the sky
When I think about the cheers and the tears and fears that I’ve had, in fact, for all these years It becomes clear that we’re all as hollow as a plastic ear
So turn the brown, drown your life make the tick stop, bottle upside down
And cut loose from your anchor, don’t forget to thank her, and let’s all enjoy the show
Getting down into the public eye a little later tonight
I’ll put on my most concealing smile
Hey they say already gone, hows it been my long lost friend
Oh I’m sorry I’m not too pleased to meet you
You’re standing around faking conversation,
Up on your pedi-stools why don't ya stop fuckin staring at me
Give it here, pass it there, let the whiskey run I don’t even care
You know, I’m already high
Smiles on the outside while contemplating suicide, white knuckling my bottle of booze. Go ahead pop the top, drop all the little drops, you know I’ve got nothing to loose
Spring to life all my little demos while the jesters keep on singing about men they once knew to be true. Can’t you see ? I've been overtaken and now I’ve got everything to prove
I’ll give it to you one time if you give it back to me double time; teach me something I never knew. Do you know what I mean? Are you down with the scene? Why can I count on you?
She grabbed the keys to her space explorer and flipped it 90 over the shoulder the man next to her walked away
He was unscathed,
She made it out alive but she barely survived. Now she’ll never look the same
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10. |
My Skin
05:00
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You're coming down to my part of town
You're coming in I'm walking in & out of my skin
Woah oh my skin
I know that look, I read you like a book
I know you're blind, I've been in and out the little corners of your
Oh oh, of your mind
Oh oh, of your mind
You're coming down & it's the middle of the night, Oh no
Mmmm Hummm, Woah oh my skin
And shadows fall all across your face
And I can feel your bones, I can feel your heart race
Woah oh your heart race
And shadows dance all across the room
Candles burn upon the shelf just like the shrine, like a
Said oh, oh like a tomb
Said oh, oh like a tomb
You're fallin down, you're coming back down into the little white room
Woah oh my skin
Woah oh my skin
Mmmm Hummm, Woah oh my skin
Mmmm Hummm, Woah oh my skin
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