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Strange Little Pearl
04:33
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I'm not one of those people
Who saunters through life
Cloaked in confidence
I walk a fine, fine wire
I'm fragile, not frail
I'm a teller of tales.
I started with 88 keys
And ended up with six strings
Either way, these two hands of mine
Have always spoken for me
I write myself into the chords
I drag my heart up and down the fret board.
This small world is getting smaller
As I search for songs in the squalor
As glasses of water go, baby, you're always getting taller.
I've never been prone to gamble
I love a sure thing
I've never been known to ramble
But I'm developing a hankering
I'm fragile, not frail
I wanna travel and tell my tales
There's a comfort in strangers
That I find hard to explain
I think what excites me
Is the blank slate of my name
You only know what you learn
For as long as the flame burns
This small world is getting smaller
As I search for songs in the squalor
As glasses of water go, baby, you're always getting taller.
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2. |
Rocket To The Crypt
03:48
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We took the rocket to the crypt
When he still lived on Franklin
I was so green
I was mesmerized by everything
And my first drink at a gay bar
Was an amaretto sour
CC's was still on Madison
And Thumper's was right across the street from it
The Bus Stop was so small
Nowhere to hide at all
I sat there with my sidecar
Shy but braver then than now by far
Piecora's was the spot
To eat before we got sloshed
I'd be swooning left and right
Staring holes in the checkered red and white
I never knew how new I was
I never knew how much things would change
I never dreamed that one day
They would try to drive us out of this place
The ghosts of old haunts buried under new construction
A face lift with a price
Bright new condos shining like candy lies
Most of them are long gone
Oral tradition carries on
But maybe if you're lucky
You can rise up from the dead just like Charlie
I never knew how new I was
I never knew how much things would change
I never dreamed that one day
They would try to drive us out of this place
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What is it about those Colorado boys?
They paint with stunning colors and make such beautiful noise!
If I didn't know better I'd say it was a ploy
To get me to move out there and find myself some joy.
And what is it about those Colorado guys?
They got me feelin' Colorado Rocky Mountain high
All they gotta do is crack a little smile
To get me feelin' giddy and giggly for a while
And I know it's just a pipe dream
But that ain't gonna stop me
From breathin' in and breathin' out
And I know it's just a pipe dream
But that ain't gonna stop me
From thinkin' about you
One of these nights we'll meet in outer space
We'll supersede the satellites and see each other face-to-face
We'll make each other laugh until our sadness is erased
I hear that Saturn is the perfect private picnic place.
And I know it's just a pipe dream
But that ain't gonna stop me
From breathin' in and breathin' out
And I know it's just a pipe dream
But that ain't gonna stop me
From thinkin' about you
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4. |
Halloween 2K15
02:40
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Halloween in Portland 2015
Was the best fucking Halloween
It started out real quiet
I spent the morning with Renee
Breakfast burritos are an awesome way to start the day
Rare Birds & Rosemary were still echoing from the north
Harmonizing with their own album in my CD player
And the rain came down
And the streets started to flood
There was adventure in my blood
Then I went online to troll
That’s when I met John & Jeff
Though we didn't exchange names until after sex
After some refreshment
We started in on round two
That's when I noticed one of Jeff’s awesome tattoos
It was the oracle from The Neverending Story
The hipster I'll never be couldn't handle the glory
It's safe to say that their charms floored me.
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5. |
Humpty Dumpty
02:56
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If wishes were horses
I'd glue Humpty Dumpty back together again
But there would be no point in doing so
Because he wants to stay broken
Well, I guess I could have an omelet for breakfast.
No point in wasting a broken egg.
You kept me in the dark for so long
I was drowning in doubt
Then your anger shone like a supernova
And squinting, I figured it all out
Well, I guess I could use this shade that you threw my way
To dim the light of the white flag I'm gonna raise.
And I guess that nothing's as bad as I make it out to be
That's what all my friends tell me
And I think that this time I agree with them
But only because this is much worse than I could have imagined
Even in my dark mind
And ain't it funny what time will do to a smile?
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6. |
Blood Red
04:04
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Sitting on my bed, starin' out my window
Christmas lights overhead, almost as white as snow
Wonderin' why my blood is red and why I bleed
It feels blue when it's inside of you but you know it's red when it leaves
Come those who wish to come, stay those who wish to stay
Fare those who wish to fare, harmless to me and mine
Three circles around the house bearing the Yuletide light
With just enough mead inside of me to warm the bitter cold of the winter night
Sitting on my bed, starin' out my window
Christmas lights overhead, almost as white as snow
Wonderin' why my blood is red and why I bleed
It feels blue when it's inside of you but you know it's red when it leaves
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7. |
Sweet Mother Jesus
03:17
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Sweet mother Jesus
Open your blessed womb
And shower grace down upon those who claim to follow you
Holy father Mary
Plant your seed of love
In the mouths of the songless angels that are flyin' around up above
And I know they got it wrong
When they told us what you said
Forgive them, mother, they know not what they do
Sweet mother Jesus
Roll away the stones
In front of the eyes of the blind followers sitting at the foot of your throne
Teach them how to love Love
Teach them how to hate Hate
And deny them not entrance to your pearly gates
And I know they got it wrong
When they told us what you said
Forgive them, mother, they know not what they do
No, no, no!
No, no, no!
No, no, no!
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8. |
Suicide Letters
03:30
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It's that kind of sadness
That grows deeper every second
If you're not hell-bent and vigilant
It'll swallow you whole in a minute
Before you know it you're composing suicide letters
In the darkest corner of your mind
Don't say the words aloud
'Cause after that it's just a matter of the ink in a pen
Fleshin' these fantasies out
It's that kind of sadness
That you feel compelled to keep to yourself
Like if you told anyone else
They'd stuff you with pills and say,
"Here, man. These should help."
Before you know it you're composing suicide letters
In the darkest corner of your mind
Don't say the words aloud
'Cause after that it's just a matter of the ink in a pen
Fleshin' these fantasies out
He's out, he's out, he's out of time.
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9. |
Joey The Redhead
02:15
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Joey the redhead
You can find him on the world wide web
He likes coffee, music, and puppies
He lives happily with his hubby
Joey the redhead
Live in Las Vegas
And he smokes too many cigarettes
That's not a regret, it's just a statement.
And if there's one thing he wishes he could look back and tell his former self
It would be to put the past up on the shelf
Stop tryin' so hard.
Stop tryin' so hard and just love who you are!
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Saturday Susan
05:31
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Saturday Susan to the untrained eye
She is a vixen, her heels are high
He's broken, she'll fix him
She'll take him in, she'll let him come
"Come just as you are," she says.
Light the candles and melt the wax
Hold your breath and arch your back
Practice laughing in the mirror
Then don your confidence as he draws near
Open the door in your little black skirt
And a sheer, sexy blouse will make it easy to flirt
While he's in the bathroom, you quickly undress
Any man's favorite word is "Yes".
Saturday Susan during the week
Is a watered down version of what she makes him drink
Her house is empty, full of echoing silence
And he's in the cockpit, he's the absentee pilot
Light the candles and melt the wax
Hold your breath and arch your back
Practice laughing in the mirror
Then don your confidence as he draws near
Open the door in your little black skirt
And a sheer, sexy blouse will make it easy to flirt
While he's in the bathroom, you quickly undress
Any man's favorite word is...
Yes! I'm in love with you!
Even though you only last for a thrust or two
Here you remain, you're a ghost in my house
You know, you're free to leave
But I can't get out.
Light the candles and melt the wax
Hold your breath and arch your back
Practice laughing in the mirror
Then don your confidence as he draws near
Open the door in your little black skirt
And a sheer, sexy blouse will make it easy to flirt
While he's in the bathroom, you quickly undress
Any man's favorite word
Any man's favorite word
Every man's favorite word
Is "Yes".
Yes.
Yes.
Saturday Susan.
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11. |
In The Beginning
03:35
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Showering like Marion Crane
Except without the murder
I flushed the numbers down the john
I know what I did wrong
And I'm gonna fix it
I'm goin' right back to the epicenter
You can find me
Makin' up for stolen time
Wearing a smile
You can find me
Wakin' up from the American scheme
That was installed in me
In the beginning
I feel a bit like Linda Blair
All they remember is Regan
But that little moment ain't my life anymore
There's a new horizon
Lookin' over the hill
I'm gonna walk over there and make it mine
And I don't mind
If you wanna stay behind
But I gotta go
I just feel it's my time
You can find me
Makin' up for stolen time
Wearing a smile
You can find me
Wakin' up from the American scheme
That was installed in me
In the beginning
Was the word
And the word was Love
And the bird was a dove
In the beginning
Was the word
And the word was Love
And the bird was a dove
Showering like Marion Crane
Except without the murder
I flushed the numbers down the john
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12. |
Let Love Abound
04:34
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Calling all children of Gaia
Turn your hearts and your minds up to the sky
And wonder not why
Calling all children of Gaia
Plant your hope and your love into the ground
And let love abound
You must want what you want
Your desire is bigger than all of us
Than all of us
Than all of us
Than all of us
Calling all makers of art
Take to your craft with the truth that is in your heart
And mean no harm
Calling all makers of art
Be not afraid to say just what you need
Your expression is beauty
You must want what you want
Your desire is bigger than all of us
Than all of us
Than all of us
Than all of us
Calling all children of Gaia
Turn your hearts and your minds up to the sky
And wonder not why
Calling all children of Gaia
Plant your hope and your love into the ground
And let love abound
Let love abound
Let love abound
Let love abound
Let love abound
Let love abound
Let love abound.
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13. |
Nothing Is Forever
05:39
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A mild Winter turns into an early Spring
And everyone around me seems to be moving
So we transplant boxes full of old memories
And we promise to make some new ones
Once the dust gets to settling
Familiar faces fade into the past
And I'm treading water in the wake of friendships that I thought would last
Nothing is forever, yeah, life likes to emphasize that.
Just gotta shed my skin again and stop looking back
'Cause there's no time like the present
And there's no reason to be left behind
And there's no way to go back now
So just swallow your pride and try to crack a smile
As a young man I discovered my dad's old guitar
It looked straight through me and said,
"I'm gonna tell you who you are."
And through the years I have learned not to argue with its conclusions
It has this uncanny knack of creating and dissolving my illusions
'Cause there's no time like the present
And there's no reason to be left behind
And there's no way to go back now
So just swallow your pride and crack a smile
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David Johnson Seattle, Washington
Acoustic pop music from Seattle.
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