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Low Cloud Cover
03:29
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Low Cloud Cover
Writing with a pit
One I’m hesitant to rid
An orange tree inside
The fruit I’ll never get
Barefoot on a riverbend
Why all these damn interruptions
Some kind of karmic comeuppance
Did it start or was that me?
Did it start or was that me?
And I’m singing to her
While the stereo plays
Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’
I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know
And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing
You’re sing-talking the same back to me
And now it’s getting late
I’d say around 11:30
And she can’t find an answer
When I ask her, should I ask her?
I am here
I am here
I am here
And I’m singing to her
While the stereo plays
Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’
I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know
And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing
You’re sing-talking the same back to me
And under low cloud cover, you can hear the distant sounds
And under low cloud cover, you can hear the distant sounds
And I’m singing to her
While the stereo plays
Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’
I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know
And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing
You’re sing-talking the same back to me
And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing to me
Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’
I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know
And I hope you’re singing, you’re singing
You’re sing-talking the same back to me
Saying I’m sad, I’m feelin’
I’m just feelin’ and I want you to know
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Belt
04:06
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Belt
I’ve got nothing to hold up my pants with
Where’s my belt?
Where’s my belt?
I’ll have no one to go the dance with
Unless I’m finished
Unless I’m svelte
Is it under a sock, over here in the drawer?
Or rolled right up under my nose?
Maybe I left it on yesterday’s corduroys
Or there at the foot of my heap of clothes
Well I’m taking an awful big chance here
Where’s my belt?
Where’s my belt?
Stuck in an uncomfortable stance here
If you only knew how it felt
A wallet and keys bring ’em down to their knees
60 cents and they’re all the way off
I could tuck in the tails just to take up the slack
But the overshirt look is the only option I've got
I’ve got to find that piece of leather
I’ve got to pull this outfit together
It’s gotta be here somewhere
Yes it’s gotta be here somewhere
I’m exhausted
I’m exhausted
I’m exhausted
I’ve exhausted now every location
Where’s my belt?
Where’s my belt?
It has taken a trouser vacation
(And now all my hope)
What a hand my lower half has been dealt
(is beginning to melt
away)
How I long for the days when suspenders were cool
How they held you up right from the heavens
But the very last time that they were in vogue
Was around ‘88, ‘87
I’ve got to find that piece of leather
I’ve got to pull this outfit together
It’s gotta be here somewhere
Yes it’s gotta be here somewhere
I’ve got nothing to hold up my pants with
Where’s my belt?
Where’s my...
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Dar Robinson
04:14
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Dar Robinson
Saw this guy
Stood in line
Mr. Toad's
Wild Ride
Hair sandy brown
A patch on his coat
I thought could this
Be the guy
The guy I mean
Behind the scenes
Best stuntman
You've never seen
But he had perished
Years ago
In fiery flames
At least I thought so
So throw him, in the quicksand
Toss him, from a moving train
If he survives a jump off the CN Tower
Than he's the real
Dar Robinson,
Come back from the dead for one last go-around
Dar Robinson,
If it's really you your secret's safe and
This seems a fitting place to keep a low profile
I hope the ride is not too wild
Jumped off a building with Mel Gibson
Drove into Grand Canyon
Best friends with Kathy Lee Crosby
That's
That's
That's
That's incredible
The queue advanced
My stomach danced
I knew that this
Would be my last opportunity
Saw his car
I called his name
Heard the wind
Blow through the willows
He turned toward me and
I could see
Half an arm
Up his sleeve
His car pulled up and I almost cried
His elbow seemed to wave goodbye
So throw him in the quicksand
Toss him from a moving train
If he survives a jump off the CN Tower
Than he's the real...
Dar Robinson
Come back from the dead for one last go-around
Dar Robinson,
If it's really you your secret's safe and
This seems a fitting place to keep a low profile
I hope the ride is not too wild
So throw him
(But is it really him?)
Toss him
(Is he highly trained?)
from a moving train
If he can't survive the CN Tower
Than he's
Nothing but a one-armed stuntman.
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