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The Lonely Moniker
02:01
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I've been talking/with your lonely moniker/and if you're happy there/ then i'm guessing yes/ I've been dreaming about your screaming for so long now/ I won't believe it's over even if the cows come home/even if the cows come home/ I've been thinking about your drinking philosophies/And what you believe in/ Your favourite God or maybe nothing/Your favourite God or maybe something else entirely...
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Buyer Beware
04:50
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We've got so many Problems to Share
Buyer Beware
They filled your brain with names/So you dance over open graves/You gotta play it safe/Long enough to keep it strange
They put us in the Game/And Shadow us with Shame/ We gotta break away/ We plead for a little change/ We gotta make some change
When you've used up all the Luck/Up is down and down is Up/ No One gives a fuck where you're coming from/ Or where you're going to
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if i had my wits about me every time i still might just be laying in your hands. there's a golden shower over there the boys and gurls rinse out from their hair all that the government had planned now they're coming to get you barbara. radiation soaks into the sand and kicks off the fever of the damned the IRS will tax the skin we wear. they're closing down the highways at the source Morgues are overwhelmed with the walking corpse If you're out at night you best beware Because they're coming to get you Barbara. so on and on the storie seems to go with broken words and hieroglyphs exposed the chemicals are helping with the pain. And if you fear your friends have got the "shakes" they haven't got a pulse but they're wide awake, you gotta shoot the bastards in the brains! because they're coming to get you Barbara...
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Fashion is Fake
03:07
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Andy
02:23
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here at the edge of my ocean here at the beginning of my mind all i see is endless dreams and rivers now i know that all my life i've been waiting for someone like you/ Oh how things come to me in the morning.here there's no such thing as time.maybe you don't want to leave and I don't want you to go but i know that it's never gonna be alright unless you're by my side. ANDY now i'm walking on the ocean. it can't compare to the brains on you. and what goes on in that little head of yours i really want to know i do! how i've spent my life in auction waiting for someone like you. andy, this ones for you.
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Pamela
02:04
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Pamela I was never one for saying please you got me dancing on my hands and knees, it's hard to breathe
Pamela I think i may have had too much to drink, but i can't tell so tell me what you think I don't wanna leave Pamela
Maybe it's time to go home, At this point i shouldn't be left alone, cause with the thoughts i think i may become just another sorry sung...
Pamela, there's something special about the number 13, and i'm guessing that you know what i mean, we make a pretty good team
Pamela, If you're ever clearing yard debris, when you burn it keep a thought for me, show your teeth, Pamela
Maybe it's time to call it a day, I'm seeing double guess i should be on my way, Because with the dreams i dream i may as well be done, and walk off all this sorry sung
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All Over
04:46
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I had to walk a mile out of town just to start over that's right and I'm all over but don't leave me lonely, they run around, they go uptown and if i could make my way i'd be there too
you had yourself a boy, you plant him in the ground and have him roll over that's right, roll over, and i'm all over but please don't make a scene, i tend to lose when I'm placed in your shoes, what's next for bare feet no concrete sandals left to wear...
when i finally reached the speed of sound i thought i found my lover that's right i found my lover and i'm all over but don't leave me again, they travel through light and frequencies of mind
and if i could Bend myself I'd be there too
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The Holy Wars
06:13
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O gods how they've missed you/ they've been tearing each other apart for years/ and though they share the same issues they seem to believe they don't shed the same tears, O' now i'm just cynical
My father was a farmer, He got to praying so loud the clouds grew fat with rain, until the rust shown on his armor and his neighbors lost faith and floated away, they shot him on their way out of town
Now everybody's got a canon/ and one or two among you have got a sword/and the river's still overflowing, so finish your chores come get your rewards, you pimps and you whores, you sing all for the holy wars
Go and tell your angels what has happened but be careful not to put it to word, and while you're there scattered and abandoned they'll sit on their clouds all jealous and disturbed, oh im sure they'll put in a good word, Now O' gods how they've missed you, they've been eating eachother alive since day one and it wouldn't matter which one you they choose, because they've waited this long and still you won't come, so bring a heart and a drum and sing all for the holy wars...
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Storie Grubb Portland, Oregon
My name is Storie Grubb and I have a tale to tell...
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