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The Arrival
03:33
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THE ARRIVAL
I’ve waited for this moment and it’s finally arrived
It’s finally my time and I’m feeling so fine
So pack up your bags, move too, he ran
My time, my time has finally –
Now you got some money
And you think that you’re making history
Living in infamy, yeah
You got the life, you won the lotto
You’re still alive and that’s your motto
You got the life, you won the money
Unknown Soldier waiting for a change
Walking tall against the rain
Everyone’s the same
And I see red, and I see white and blue
In the I.C.U.
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FAKE AND MARVELOUS EXTERIORS (F.A.M.E.)
Life is just a distinct illusion
Made out of porcelain, missing the down beat
Worshipful idols state their confusion, live in delusion
While you’re just sitting and waiting
It ain’t no use fixing a bench
When you’ve got a gun in a trench
You’ve got to realize, it’s not real life
It ain’t no use breaking your neck
When it’s time that you’ll never get
You didn’t realize, it’s not real life
Realize real life
You’ve got it straight to my heart <3
With life on display we all fall apart from the start
You’ve got it straight to my heart <3
Life happens, you don’t understand
‘Cause you were making other plans
You didn’t realize, it’s not real life
Failure leaves the sweetest taste
And it leaves traces on your face
When you don’t realize it’s not real life
Realize real life
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A Love Song
03:55
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A LOVE SONG
I wrote her a song and it went like this
She was playing my heart on a thin string
I awoke in your bed thinking about that song
I know that she knows for sure
I feel like Roger Moore
But I’m zero to hero for her
And this I know for sure
I wrote her a verse and it went like this
She had me riding in a white hearse
I’m drowning in a sea of bliss
Wasting this time that I can’t miss
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YOUNG & ENTITLED (SUMMER BREEZE)
I’ve been up for days now
Feeling so deranged now
Waiting on the summer breeze right now
These women are wicked
Women are haunted
Waiting on the summer breeze right now
Baby have no fear, we’re in the clear
We’re taking over here right now
I drove down to Reno where I seen your face
It brought me down to a better place and now
I’m running through red lights, catching the headlights
‘Cause I know I’m dead for sure
My heart’s set on delay now
Heart’s an open maze now
Waiting on the summer breeze right now
It went straight to my brain now
Breaking concentration
Waiting on the summer breeze right now
Hush, Hush, now, don’t you cry
We are on a second time with you now
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I’M LIKE A GATEWAY DRUG (THE PRETTIEST BOYS IN TOWN)
I woke up broken down, tears half past end, now I’m lonely
This white room houses no one except a ghost of nothing
Your breath and lipstick fade like wishes from a washed up genie
MY BRIGHT HEART lingers with the thoughts of a past that passed without me
In the back of my room (it was more like a tomb)
I wasn’t waiting for you, I wasn’t waiting for you
In the back of my mind I never took it to heart
We never went that far, I was dead from the start
This kid had no queen; she split at the seams
I never meant what I said, I never said what I mean
Your words and your eyes never made me cry
That statement’s more than a lie
Oh baby, baby, you cease to amaze me
Oh baby, baby, driving me crazy
Hey Danny boy, can I tell you a secret?
Something so small, something you might regret
Did yah, did yah?
I thought you kissed her but I must be lying
‘Cause I wouldn’t risk it
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HOME IS WHERE THE HURT IS
Let’s get married
Sleep to a lullaby, alright?
Love scars keep me lonely all night
Downtown, alright
Shake this worry
These pills keep me up all night
Coffins buried empty, alright
Downtown, alright
All us loners wanna die downtown
All us loners will reside downtown
Keep them buried
In our memories tonight
We’ll see clearly, fearing our lives
Downtown, alright
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7. |
Caricature of a Dead Man
02:54
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CARICATURE OF A DEAD MAN
Don’t need nobody else but me
I sit here alone for free
While others must be waiting
I’m just standing, ain’t complaining
Don’t want nobody else but me
I sit here alone for free
While others must be waiting
I’m just standing, ain’t complaining
I ain’t complaining about what I have
It’s homecoming and half a laugh
We laugh out loud, cry in a crowd
We’ll all astound each other to the ground
We won’t mind, together in the ground
Come with me, together in the ground, yeah
Oh baby, baby, can you save me?
Save me from this life left waiting for you
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POLY PRESCRIBER TO BAD COMMITMENTS (YOU AND I)
Break beat the word on the stereo
“I’m me, so give me the radio”
Break beat the word on the street is
“I’m me, so give me the show biz”
Ten weeks I was a whore, never more
Waiting on the yellow disco
So shut the lights off and quite complaining
Like Kurt Cobain said, this is a statement
Ten weeks I was a whore, never more
Waiting on the yellow disco
Five days out of the week I played hide and seek
And I found myself in a dream I never dreamed
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Latka Winnipeg, Manitoba
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