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Undead
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Brownie Girl
02:36
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Just leave it on the machine,
Just leave it on the machine,
If ya call me with some information,
Just leave it on the machine!
Just leave it on the machine,
Just leave it on the machine,
I don't have no cell-phone or caller-ID, so
Leave it on the machine!
Just leave it on the machine,
Just leave it on the machine,
If you ever expect me to call you back, you better
Leave it on the machine!
Just leave it on the machine,
Just leave it on the machine,
I can hear it out loud, like your phone won't let you
Just leave it on the machine!
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Country Strong
01:01
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You may not see, an actual rocket
But you might go home, with spice in your pocket
You may not see, a farm drivin' by,
Just slow yerself down, and give a wave "hi!"
Help pull some weeds, and help plant some seeds,
Maybe someday there'll be a goat you can feed...
You may not see, the sprouts comin' up,
But you might go home, with some in a cup.
You may not see, that it's such a treat,
Just farmin' a farm, on Cherokee Street
Help rake some soil, a hose to uncoil
Maybe one day, there'll be a tractor to oil...
Slow Rocket Farm, with chickens and crops
Slow Rocket Farm, where the fun never stops
Slow Rocket Farm, Slow Rocket Urban Farm
Slow Rocket Farm, we'll be doin' so well
Slow Rocket Farm, it's as urban as hell
Slow Rocket Farm, Slow Rocket Urban Farm
Slow Rocket Farm, you can be your own boss,
Slow Rocket Farm, here with Jaffa and Joss
Slow Rocket Farm, Slow Rocket Urban Farm
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A Little Bit Of Soap
02:21
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I want, to get a tattoo
Of a girl whose face looks like you
You are not the love of my life,
But you are just exactly my type.
I want, to get a tattoo
Of a girl whose face looks like you
You are not the girl of my dreams,
But you're wearing my favorite jeans.
I want, to get a tattoo
Of a girl whose face looks like you
You are not my number-one girl,
But your face is a rare, deep-sea pearl.
I want, to get a tattoo
Of a girl whose face looks like you
You are not the love of my life,
But you are just exactly my type.
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I Second That Emotion
02:33
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Il y avait, une affiche qui montrait
La Tour Eiffel
Quand on la voit, on sait vraiment de quoi
L'affiche s'agit-elle
CHORUS:
C'est une affiche
Que j'accroches sur le mur
C'est une affiche
Une affiche de la tour
Tout le monde sait, le monument qui a été
Construit d'acier
Dans l'année qui marquait, la centième après
Revolution française
CHORUS
Et personne ne connait cette affiche comme je la connais
Et quelque jour je vais visiter la tour qu'il m'a montré
Quelque jour je peux voler, au pays où je vais bien
Je te demandes, peut-on m'arréter? Je dis non, personne, rien
Il y avait, une affiche qui montrait
La tour de mes rêves
Et quand je la vois, je me souviens pourquoi,
La tour, elle m'éléve
CHORUS
La tour, de mes rêves
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Well, ya know I get from place to place with that car in my garage
It ain't no fifty-seven Chevy or brand-new shiny red super-stock Dodge
No four-oh-nine, no little deuce coupe, no T-Bird, no Mitsubishi Mirage
Well I drive an automatic and some people say that makes me lame
But with her sunroof, extra big trunk and cassette player I love 'er the same
As any bonehead muscle car driver who calls his car by a woman's name
Well, it's a
CHORUS:
Ninety-one blue-green Volvo 240
It's a ninety-one blue-green Volvo 240
It's a ninety-one blue-green Volvo 240
Gets me where I drive...
Oh I just love her power locks although the passenger side one doesn't work
And her antenna only goes down to half-mast, but that's another small quirk
That car is thirteen years old, it never shakes or jolts or rumbles or jerks
And I'm not worried about crashin' cuz I know that car, it's built like a tank
Yes, for the craftsmanship thereof, I guess I have the Swedish people to thank
Yeah when those car reports come out each year the Swedes are always top of the rank
'Cuz it's a
(CHORUS)
(SOLO)
In fact Volvo is not a Swedish word at all, in latin it means "I Roll"
'Cuz really, what word would work better for a car that always reaches its goal?
And if I didn't know better, I would say that car and I share a soul
She may not be the most aerodynamic thing, but I don't care about that
'Cuz all those souped-up shiny hot rods always get their windows smashed with a bat
And if ya call me a square, I'll say "Hey, look over there!"
You'll see the car where I sat, it's kinda--shaped like a hat
And maybe then you'll realize that I drive the only car of my dreams
Yeah it's a
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
...it's a Volvo thing, you wouldn't understand.
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Tonight you're mine, but tomorrow I'll awaken
Only to find, that my heart is a-achin'
Just for tonight, please be my make-believe girl
Only in dreams, is your hand holding mine
And so it seems, for the six millionth time
I'll wake up soon, to find you're just a make-believe girl
Oh I know, that it's true
You exist but the fact remains,
I'm me, and you, well, you're you
It's a shame, to Admit
That the time's come for me to give up,
But I simply can't quit
(SOLO)
It's a shame, you exist
In a world where your status remains
Unattainable bliss
How I long, for the day
When you are my love,
And no pinching can take you away
Sleeping you're mine, but if I'm not mistaken
In real life, you're a girl who's been taken
Taken, by a boy...who's not make believe
Taken, by a boy...who's not make believe
Taken, by a boy...who's not make believe.
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Hittin' the snooze, on a Thursday morning
Nothin' to lose, on a Thursday morning
Well I think it would do me some good if I just
got to sleep for a mere five minutes more
And what could it hurt? After all I only got one
and a half hours of sleep the night before
So I'll sleep in just a little bit later
on a Thursday morning
Finally get up, on that Thursday morning
It's three hours later, but still Thursday morning
Well what have I done? I missed school, I missed work
and whatever else that I had to do
What a worthless waste of the perfect time
to accomplish all that extra stuff, too
And if nothing else, I coulda grabbed a clean slate
and begun something totally new
At a time of the week about which there's nothing special
on a Thursday morning
(SOLO)
Well I've heard "Monday, Monday, you can't trust that day"
And sometimes it's Manic, too
Tuesday Afternoon, you know it's Moody and Blue
And Friday, I'm in love with you
Saturday night, and I ain't got nobody, at the movies
who cares what picture ya see?
It's all right for a fight, and as lonesome as the sound
Of Sunday morning comin' down
I'll sleep when I'm dead, not on Thursday morning
Just resting my head, this time on Thursday morning
Well what else to do at the one part of the week
about which nobody else has written a song?
It can't be important, if nothin' goes right,
but then again, that means nothin' goes wrong
It's not early enough in the week to give you an excuse,
but sleep is still the best thing you've ever tasted
And it's not late enough in the week to give you an excuse,
but somehow last night you still managed to get wasted
Oh, it's the start of a "nothing" day
On a Thursday morning
...A Thursday morning
...A Thursday morning
...A Thursday morning
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Woke up Monday mornin' rubbed my eyes
Answering-machine message surprise
Baby said she's goin' far away
Like we said we wanted to someday
Catch her on the morning train
Just woke up without a brain
Runnin' just as fast as you can
Without a plan...
Didn't think the day would be so soon
Slept through her phone-call like a buffoon
Now I'm wearin' slippers runnin' fast
Through the crowded city, overcast
Finally had her fill of this town
Then I heard the train-whistle sound
Comin' up on her platform
Gettin' warm
Finally we got, or so I thought, to the place where we could belong,
But when, in the end, we move again, it's then I realize I'm wrong...
Conductor man, he shouted "All Aboard!"
Ticket in my hand, I'm runnin' toward
Train that's leavin' with the girl that's mine
Maybe I'll pick up the phone next time
Train pulls out and leaves me there,
And all I can do is stare,
At the train that holds the girl of my dreams,
Or so it seems...
Woke up in my bed, I found
The alarm-clock had a train-whistle sound
I roll over, turn it off to see,
She's next to me!
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Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Got a burger for a head, and that's all right with me
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Got a burger for a head, and that's all right with me
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese
Seems that McDonaldland's been taken over
By that no-talent Ronald and a bunch of nobodies
So tell the little children about the good Mayor
One day they gonna grow and they may not have a prayer
Of knowin' who that burger-headed Mayor is
They only gonna know about that stupid clown and his
Little friends at that time whoever they be
But everybody know the real chief of McDonaldland is
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor Mayor
Mayor Mayor Mayor McCheese!
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I went down to the shoe store that's on the corner
And I asked the guy who was behind the counter
If the store that I was in carried my fav'rite shoes
Well this guy the one I told you about before
He went back to what I'd only a-
ssume was some type of storage facility type thing
When he came back
He had a look
Upon his face
That said "Bad News"
...But in his hands, I saw the shoes:
Good news!
I was almost finished with an airplane model
When the rubber cement that I had
Used ran out and I was forced to get a little more
Well because I'm lazy and Jeopardy! was on
I told my annoying little sis-
ter that she had better go and get me some more glue
(At Glueland)
When she came back
She looked quite mad!
I thought "Oh no!
Not Glueland, too!"
...Then in her hand, I saw the glue:
And ya know that's good news!
(SOLO)
So if this song were, in fact, so well thought out and
I, the one who wrote the thing in the
First place had decided it would be full of such things
As morals and themes and well let's face it any
Semblance of a unified structure
You might be inclined to hereby note the following:
This song's about
Fulfilled potential
But also teaches us that panic is a
A suitable but ineffective
Way to deal with things...
Good News!
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Googolplexia Missouri
With his electric banjo and ukulele, accordion and trombone kazoo, Robert Severson has crafted Saint Louis, Missouri's Googolplexia into a one-man outsider vaudeville. Severson stomps, claps, and gurgles into the disparate, cobwebbed corners of American music and sometimes beyond. Expect screwball theatrics at their most hand-embroidered. ... more
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