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Poetry
03:32
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Poetry
Listen, this is poetry
Rhyme this word with that one
Ready here it comes
Onomatopoeia
C’mon I wanna see ya
Come over here and give me some
Iambic pentameter
I get what you said
I’ve written something so romantic
So heartfelt and sweet
You’ll fall down and weep
I want to see you naked in my bed
Is that what girls like
Sweet somethings?
This is how you like me best
I can be soft and sensitive if that would help things
Or maybe not
I guess
Haiku
I like you
Your hair seems like a river
Now let’s get it on
Now that I’m a troubadour
Can you spare some time?
You and I make such a perfect couplet
Epigram or sonnet
If it’s poetry I’m on it
Now let’s explore your feminine rhyme
Is that what girls like
Sweet somethings?
This is how you like me best
I can be soft and sensitive if that would help things
Or maybe not
I guess
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2. |
Major General
05:36
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Major General
The Major went down to the general store
To limp in to his-story
A 20-inch box for patella to toenail
To travel up the Potomac
Elbow to knee
Paper to pen
He didn’t know what to tell them…
I lost my mind the very first time…1859
Flowers for the missus, the missus gone amiss
In another mister’s trousers
I chased him down to Lafayette
Asked him for any last words
“O say can you see” was enough for me
I shot the son of a Francis Scott Key
Behind bars, I wait
Day turned a week
Counsel came to counsel me, desperate as can be
“I’ve got a crazy idea.
“You haven’t got a left leg left
To stand on,” Stanton said to me
They let me off I was the first not guilty
By reason of insanity
“With the compliments of Major General”
Sickles was his name
“With the compliments of Major General,
D.E.S.”
The second time I lost my mind…four years gone by
From Fredericksburg to Chancellorsville, the South gone bad at Gettysburg
Defiantly I stand
My many men met bayonets
A cannonball catches me
My leg is gone
I will remains
Chorus…
D.E.S.
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3. |
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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4. |
Vegas
03:14
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Vegas
When we touch down in Vegas
I'll be holding your hand
Till I make for the slots
The second I can
At the quarter machines
We'll be living it up
And darlin', I wanna buy you
Some real pretty stuff
I got us a deal
At Mandalay Bay
Shower cap, cable
USA Today
From keno to craps
You're my lady luck
And darlin' I wanna buy you
Some real pretty stuff
Scour the gift shop
Whatever you want
That ceramic tiger looks nice
We'll get matching sweatshirts
With glittery iron-ons
A shot glass and gold-painted dice
Take that card for the hookers
'Cause you never know
Dang there's so much to do here
Even after the show
Like this awesome buffet
And this cool shuttle bus
And darlin' I wanna buy you
Some real pretty stuff
Giant glasses
A keychain
A Pink Panther doll
Now there's no money left
I've blown through it all
I'm so drunk
We're broke
We've still got our love
But darlin' I wanna buy you
Some real pretty stuff
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5. |
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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6. |
Ego Song, Redux
03:15
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Ego Song, Redux
She walks across the barefoot floor
And she feels the grooves beneath her toes
She's reminded of a time when she wasn't alone
She breathes the rain in summertime
She picks up what I left behind
These things she never had at all
But she couldn't stay away from me
She smiles within the window pane
She cries and turns to walk away
She's reminded of a time when she wasn't alone
She breathes the rain in summertime
She picks up what I left behind
These things she never had at all
But she couldn't stay away from me
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7. |
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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8. |
San Francisco
03:25
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San Francisco
You said you'd love me to the end
I asked "the end of what?" and you got offended
So now I'm standing on the edge
Of a trolley car and I got de-headed
With a new head on my shoulders
Went to the monastery or thought about it for hours, and then I
Decided sex was more my style
Went to Coit Tower but couldn't find us there
Oh, San Francisco
Oh, San Francisco
Moved up north to get away, but I
Got stuck in traffic eight hundred feet above the Bay
Then the Bay become closer
I give the 7.1 a ten
And when I washed up on the shore
Froze my ass off at some game, didn't catch the score, so I
Went further south to catch some sun
Met some coed named Jane, 'course she wasn't no fun
Oh, San Francisco
Oh, San Francisco
And people said to love the Haight
Because it is so full of great
I just wanted to go home
But instead I conceded to let my hair grow
Pierce a special body part
I even smoked a little bit of dope, which I never do
And now I know why they call it
The Haight
San Francisco
Someone somewhere probably said
This city is a city full of possibility
So quite possibly they're wrong
You're prone to make mistakes when living in a fog
And now I'm at my end
That's where I found you waiting just like you said
credits
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9. |
Labrador
03:21
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Labrador
When the sleet beats down in the hinterland
And the seas refuse to loose
When the light of day is a season away
Eh I ache for you
It could be sunny soon in Labrador
I keep my fingers crossed
You could be coming soon to Labrador
My land of bog and frost
And in L'Anse au Loup I want to picture you
My mind takes another look
If I could hold you close in Labrador
My heart sings like a brook
Oh, wait
a line
the sky
my my
from gray to blue
so does my hope for you
They say it’s just a matter of degrees
Celsius and fahrenheit
Multiply nine-fifths, add 32
I’m starting to feel alright
People always say remember
The two are the same by and by
But one makes me think December
The other makes me feel July
30 below
20 below
10 below
It’s zero! It’s zero! It’s zero!
It could be sunny soon in Labrador
It could be sunny soon in Labrador
I keep my fingers crossed
You could be coming soon to Labrador
My land of bog and frost
And in L'Anse au Loup I want to picture you
My mind takes another look
If I could just hold you close in Labrador
My heart sings like a brook
Oh, wait
a line
the sky
my my
from gray to blue
so does my hope for you
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10. |
Obsessive Compulsive Boy
05:31
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Obsessive Compulsive Boy
Tired not tired he walks down the staircase
Twitching from hunger or so you might think
It’s midnight on a weeknight, but sleep isn’t coming
At least not until he scours the kitchen sink
Obsessive compulsive boy
Oh, obsessive compulsive
They call him Obsessive Compulsive Boy
The oven’s self-cleaning, but that’s not sufficient
For Obsessive Compulsive Boy
As soon as he’s done with that, he’ll rearrange the hat rack
And he’ll head outside to feed the koi fish
Obsessive Compulsive Boy
I don’t know why they call me that
Now pardon me while I wash my hands wash my hands wash my hands wash my
Hands of Obsessive Compulsive Boy
Hey kids, let’s go look at that strange man in the clean house
He hasn’t come outside for 20 days
We’ll drive him insane when we lock him in a closet
Where the clothes aren’t all facing the same way
I can see that you’re obviously jealous
Envious of my cleanly ways
And I can see that this room is in dire need of dusting
But I can’t see why you call me obsessive compulsive boy
Obsessive Compulsive Boy
I don’t know why they call me that
Now pardon me while I wash my hands wash my hands wash my hands wash my
Hands of Obsessive Compulsive Boy
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11. |
Sittin’
01:55
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Sittin'
On your front doorstep
Smitten
With your front doorstep, too
And I was hopin'
For you to open
Up the door and let me in
And maybe someday
You will say hey
Say hey maybe you and me
Should take a roll in the hay
Wrapped in your long lawn chair
Enwrapped up in your long hair, too
And I was hopin'
For you to open
Up the chair and let me out
And maybe someday
You will say hey
Say hey maybe you and me
Should take a roll in the hay
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