1. |
Trust Me
03:46
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therapist said it 'll work out for you
pay at the desk on your way out ... you got dues
sign on the dotted line, well make it all go away for you
make the check out to me if you don't mind, thank you
the irony is I'm afraid you're still screwed
It's alright, it's all right
the mortgage man said, it would be alright
It's allright, it's all right
the lawyers said, it would be alright
It's alright, it's all right
trust me at your expense, I know what's best for you
you should refi, you're a ripe young eighty two
sleep tight I've got years of experience at 22
turn on your tv and wait for the bad news
you got a receipt I'm afraid you're still screwed
It's alright, it's all right
the therapist said, it would be alright
It's allright, it's all right
the politician said, it would be alright
It's all right, it's all right
the sales man said, it would be alright
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2. |
Angels
03:23
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Silence now, I'd like an early though
breath so open, when you get off
these wings of change, dont seem to take ya far
only in seconds of the days remain ...
and
Angels, know I'm lost
Angels, know I'm lost
Angels ...
Angels ...
Listen for them, taking on the load
one message clearer, than the ones before
mothers milk was, destined to the heart
but she didnt know its quickly gone before the fall
and the
Angels, know I'm lost
Angels, know I'm lost
Angels ...
Angels ...
(Solo)
Angels, know I lost
Angels, know I'm lost
Angels ...
Angels ...
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3. |
Curbside
03:51
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Sitting on the curbside, waiting for your ride to come
Squinting' at the headlights, I call it home
Watching all the wheels spin, I come undone
Making me a bedside, this aint no fun
Looking for the Bright-side, but I can't catch the sun
Putting up a good fight, but I choose to run
They said that I was useless, they said I was broken bruised
They tell me I'm a shattered man, maybe I'm your bone getting chewed
They treat me like a Judas, it's all obligated abuse
get rid of the nuisance, you're so obtuse
Sitting on a preconceived notion
Catching all the cock eyes, hearing all the puns
Watching all the wheels spin, I feel the shuns
making me a bedside, picking off the crumbs
Looking at the Bright side, but I cant catch the sun
Putting up a good fight, I choose to run
They said that I was useless, they said I was broken brute
Maybe I'm a shattered man, so maybe I'm a nothin' with you
They treat me like I'm Judas, it's all obligated abuse
Say I was a nuisance, you're too obtuse
So maybe I'm clueless, it never really mattered much to me
I can get used to this, morons sees what they wanna see
I'm Healing all the bruises, I was never married to what you perceived
I aint your judas, believe it wasn't me...
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Ce Maux Faux
03:32
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I see no light, looked in your eyes
I ce maux faux, comin round the bend
cuz youre closer to, go by light speed
and it fills your vein,
but the system don't work, on you no more
and it just don't work ... on me no more
It's closer now, I see you crowd
I feel your wings, they sprouted out
and they bound you where, where the water runs
its over now, we're square and done
But I ce maux faux
and it just won't work ... on you no more
and it just don't work, on you no more
save alliance, we'll come again
walk through the fire, (ya said) take my hand
I'll lead you round, guidin lights
those silver lightnings, never treat me right- it don't work no more
it don't work no more ...
it dont work no more ... nothin works no more
it dont work no more ... don't work no more
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6. |
Paint your picture
04:30
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on the rims of your glass, sits a drop of molases
but your on it,
you carelessly notice, im a terrible poet,
but i own it, uh hu hu
youre lookin around, see the painting of towns
that you been to,
get up with the nerve but your clueless with words
so ya shout it
show me, give me fields, show me, make'em real
show me, give me trees, show me, color leeves
Show me, I wish was that easy
trippin on easels, demandin a steeple
with some people, walkin by
you glance at the clock, as you ask whatcha got
its midevil, gotta dry
gimmie colors and birds, gimme bridges with curves
make' em look, like their stone
no mountains please, I cant give guarantees
with your do'es and your donts
So show me, give me fields, show me, make'em real
show me, give it trees, show me, color leaves
Show me, I wish was that easy
SOLO
When will you show me, give me fields, show me, make'em real
show me, give me trees, show me, colored leeves
Why wont you show me, give me fields, show me, make'em real
show me, give me trees, show me, colored leeves
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7. |
Lay down your arms
03:27
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Sunday drivin'
pilin' in my car
no where to arive at
we never get too far
so deceiving, say you dont wanna touch
we got all evening, silence ant my virtue
You're gonna be right, gonna be right, in my arms
You're gonna be right, gonna be right, in my arms
You're gonna be right, gonna be right, in my arms
you ... lady
The way I see ya
don't color you rougue
Snow is fallin
nippin at your nose
you say you're leavin'
Know you're on the move
Lay down your arms
I'm grabbin you the moon
You're gonna be right, gonna be right, in my arms
You're gonna be right, gonna be right, in my arms
You're gonna be right, gonna be right, in my arms
you ... lady
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8. |
The Message
03:32
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you left your sweater here, left it on a colder day
you're gonna need it dear, need it when you move away
im' a common man, take away the over lays
you got bloody hands, witness all your evil ways
piece of mind creates motion
we can find a groovy commotion
selling me a magic potion
you're gonna make a mess outta me
you're gonna make a mess outta me
you're gonna make a mess outta me
you're gonna make a mess outta me
hollow words, never wanna converse
you're a sick bird, hinting at apocolypse
thin walls, listen to you talkin shit
good deeds, helping out the universe
piece of mind creates motion
we can find a groovy commotion
selling me a magic potion
you're gonna make a mess outta me
you're gonna make a mess outta me
you're gonna make a mess outta me
you're gonna make a mess outta me
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9. |
Our time
03:58
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How you gonna run to me, when your livin for the nights twilight,
when you gonna stop an think, wishin you were seventeen, high life
wipe away mistakes, say they never took place
mirrors on the wall, tellin ya how to fall
now your gonna pretend, like nothin ever happened ... its alright
only wanna repent, livin in the moment ... I was right
tear up crocodile, walk the hotel halls
pace another mile , mske a few phone calls
now or never - our time
what you wanted - this life
forever - never arrives
gettin better - give it a try
breaking every bond you had, sayin you been on track ... aint so bad
wakin up coma tose, livin for another dose aint no craft
tear up crocodile, walk the hotel halls
pace another mile , mske a few phone calls
now or never - our time
what you wanted - this life
forever - never arrives
when your better - give it a try
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10. |
Smell the roses
03:38
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Lady's in a formal class
says She'll never be my friend
Some how gonna make you smile
I'll get you in the end
I'll get you in the end...
Now I gotta smell the roses
beauties bees coming my way
Someone's gotta take you home
The "Let it be me" cliche's
Let it be me cliche's
No one's been breaking, sides with you
Aahhh wanna be candid babe, I covet you
Cause I'm gonna wear, wear on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, on you
CauseThat's what i do
Someone likes to lie about love
You took a burden on
You should be woken up
No nobody likes alarms
But Nobody wants the stars
I was getting caught in your maze
Will you be my woman
Someone once told me well
Leave better off alone
Leave better off alone
Cause there's something inviting, inside of you
You'll be running and hiding, I'm waiting on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, wear it on you
Yeah I'm well aware, of you
I'm gonna wear, wear it on you
I'm well aware, wearing on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, wear on you
Cause I'm gonna wear, on you
I'm gonna wea
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11. |
Pretty boys
03:19
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High class... over rated like your ice cream meme
I'm trash ... but you never catch me cold shavin
my legs... they'll be no drinkin cale and takin
selfies ... youll never be designing me ...
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
and whats it get you -
and whats it get you - high maintenance
I'm quite keen ... radius of friends bothered
looney town ... madness every where i turn
underground ... get away from the heard
sun rise ... preachin but I pleed the 3rd
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
you mess around you mess around with those pretty boys
and whats it get you -
and whats it get you - high maintenance
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12. |
Kawasaki
04:44
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13. |
Blue Sea
03:22
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14. |
Lie down
02:40
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So, there's nothing really happening in news today
So, you havent told me goodness sakes again
So, the windows on the comune are your view my friend
So, I don't wanna be confused my man
Tell me bout your day man,
Tell me where it all went wrong
Layin' on my day bed
Tell me how you can't go on
Go ahead and lie down
Li li li li li li down
So, the changes of the day got you blue again
so, you're crying in the aftetrnoon again
So, they made you use a manual tool again
So, they whisper if you'll wander through again
Tell me bout your day man,
Tell me where it all went wrong
Layin' on my day bed
Tell me how you can't go on
Go ahead and lie down
Li li li li li li down
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Tucker Bingo Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Player of guitars, synths, piano and percussionist
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