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The Tale
02:31
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This is the tale I'm gonna tell. This is the song I'm gonna sing. Of beautiful things that came into being. This is the tale of everything...and you and me.
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What Makes Me A Man?
03:05
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Here I go again/Dripping at the ends/ Meat on bone and hair on skin/ Erected by your compliments/And I don't know what makes me a man
Nobles get the land/ Lion's get the lamb/ Monkeys get two sets of hands/ Evolution makes me want to dance/ And I don't know what makes me a man...
If you're outta shape you hit the gym/ If you're tired then try sleeping in/ If you're Lazy go get some discipline/ But me? I don't feel anything because I don't know what makes me a man...
I don't have much of a chin/ My self esteem is dim/ I can't believe I'm even here/ And i'm singing about my chin/ When I don't know what makes me a man...
Here I go again/ Back where I began/ Meat on bone and hair on skin/ The only difference between me and a fucking mannequin/ Is that I don't know what makes me a man...
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Time
04:41
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you bathe in eternal flames/sucking honey from our graves
you'll always be a shining star/ yeah, this you'll always be a part of it all
and time goes on and on/ and time remembers everything...
and time has got me by the balls
you're the branch at the tip of the tree/ that snapped itself and fell to be free
bouncing off of us when we sleep/ taking time to apologize to every limb she meets/
and time goes on and on/ and time remembers everything...
and time has got me by the balls
you're at the cusp of every kiss/ between us two its you they're gonna miss/ you bring an ocean to my heart/ but now i'm drowning in your bliss because i swam out too far...and time goes on and on/ and time remembers everything...
and time has got me by the balls
you're at the cusp of every kiss/ between us two it's you they'd rather miss/ you bring the ocean to every heart/ and yeah it's true that you'll always be much more than just what you are...
and time goes on and on/ and time remembers everything...
and time has got me by the balls...
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People like you hate people like me/ Some more than others/ Then deeper to breathe/ You're taking your time to fuck with my mind...
No space in this room/ No room on your face/ You practice with pillows/ Then pick up the pace/ You're taking your time to fuck with my mind...
I've been coming out/ Just to hear you pray/ Don't take this from me.
People like you Hate people like me/ Some sad and lonely/ But mostly in key...You're taking your time to fuck with my mind
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Ol' Friends/ they gather around me again and again/ with their questions/ they ask what's become of me/ so i pretend not to notice their facial expressions/ and just focus on the blood that circles my organs...
What am i gonna do with my Time? What have I done with my Life?
Now you've been smiling / like a mountain against the ocean/ you've been dying/ more and more everyday yet you manage to stay/ and you proudly/ spit at your own feet as you step to the street/ for the melodies/ of your daily routines or your weekend retreats but...
What am i gonna do with my time? and what have i done with my life?
O' my big head I'll keep/ held above solid waters/ Yeah, my future looks bleak/ and this swimming pool's sucking the life out of me/ Just for a moment/ Just a minute of time from your beautiful mind/ would i give to/ have you call me your man without foiling your plans BUT...
What am i gonna do wieth my Time? What Have i done with my life???
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Sing Out , Sam!
05:03
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Your'e taking all of your sweet, ol' time/ Old fashioned like everything's fine/ But i'm moving into your neighborhood/ So just Sing out, Sam, I'll be calling you home...
You're making words for the simple tongues/ A hamstring was all that was left of her/ And a carpetstore man on the bus north of here/ A simpleton's curse he's been talking you dry...
Neil's found a common gurl still to come/ She's passing out Obviously drunk/ But when she's coming to then Neil he gets quite rude/ They're both sticking out like sore thumbs...Far out, man
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I've seen a million things/ Lived a million dreams/ Inside, Where it's beautiful/ I've sinned a million times/ Where the sun don't shine/ Inside, Where it's beautiful...
I've made a million friends/ Ya'll know where I've been/ Inside, Where it's beautiful/ I've heard a million songs/ They play on and on/ Inside, Where it's beautiful...
And I won't make up excuses/ For what hasn't been done/ God knows I'm running low on my uses/ SO I might as well have some fun/ These words don't make me feel better/ They only deepen the soul/ Iv'e been digging for pillows/ But I've only dug a hole/ So I'll lay down and I'll know/ I'm Inside, Where it's beautiful
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Storie Grubb Portland, Oregon
My name is Storie Grubb and I have a tale to tell...
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