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I’d travel like a bullet would
Careening round your neighborhoods
As a train
As a train
In transit, was pedantic
I got lost in the semantics
Of the rules in how to travel
Ties started to unravel
Just a train wreck in a necktie
Work myself right off the tracks
But i’m suited for destruction
So there’s no route for turning back
When I pushed towards the Mississippi
And all your streetlights that had kissed me
Started glowing in my frame
But I pushed on just the same
And all the steam that I would muster
Would like the dazzle of that luster
It stitched the path that trailed
The whistle sounds its brightest wail
This is just an evolution
Of one vessel’s constitution
But there’s nothing quite as pretty
As the absence of the city
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Canto di Caino, Canto de moribundo
I sing of Cain, walks the whole mundo,
Wanderlust aching, corazon breaking,
He looks free but won’t see what he is forsaking
His brother, Abelito, lies in the dust
For work of Cain’s hands made a jealous thrust
And we have passed on to another age now
But all of Cain’s children still wondering…
How do we till the soil, how will we be free?
Who will deliver the fruit from our tree?
Sordo with anger
Bitter with pain
Pinchada con pride and human disdain
We march in production, we dance in our flight
We wake to the light for a self-imposed night
Walk and we don’t know which way we will turn
How best to distract from how we still yearn
How do we till the soil, how will we be free?
And who will deliver the fruit from the tree
Sordo with anger, amarga con pain
Swollen with pride, do we toil in vain?
How will I by solita become what I should
My spine, a serpent that soon strays from good
My hands, two birds, that disown their own kin
My belly bare soil depraved from within
I bend down like spider and reach everywhere
Electric, world shrinking web of despair
How can I till the soil, how be freed?
Which Cain can deliver the fruit from my tree?
So swollen with anger, so swollen with pain
Pinchada with pride, labor of the vain
Canto di Caino, Canto de moribundo
I sing of Cain, walks the whole mundo,
Wanderlust aching, Corazon breaking,
He looks free but won’t see what he is forsaking
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I would be lying if I said that I didn’t worry
Because all my friends got hitched in such a big hurry
I sit round thinking what’s the rush?
But then again I’ve been drinking and sleeping too much.
I better start making some money off playing these chords,
Because I’m developing high class habits that I can’t afford.
They tell me I gotta change,
But I don’t want to sing a song that’s out of my range.
I want someone who doesn’t need me
A woman of her own
A girl who can’t stand me
But won’t leave me alone
A wise old man gave me a kindly reminder
He said “As soon as you stop lookin, that’s when you’ll find her.”
He said “Impatience is the greatest sin of all.
It’s why we lost paradise and it’s why we’ll fall.”
I want someone who doesn’t need me
A woman of her own
A girl who can’t stand me
But won’t leave me alone
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4. |
Alpenglow - Mountain Man
02:48
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It isn’t safe for a sailor boy to live far from the ocean
His lungs will start to dry out if he doesn’t get his quotient
He’s in his happiest state
When his fingers are calloused
And he’s ferrying freight
To provide his own ballast
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give him something old to love, give him something new to covet
If he’s seen it before, then I know he’s likely to love it
When it’s worse to live inland than to die on a reef,
When he’s not beside the ocean, he’s beside himself with grief
It isn’t safe for a mountain man to live far from the highland
Whatever voice of god he used to hear will soon fall silent
But when his spirit is battened
To the top of a glacier
He’ll never be flattened
By the force of erasure
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give him something old to love, give him something new to covet
If he’s seen it before, then I know he’s likely to love it
Now walking through the flatlands is a flatline postmortem
When he’s not beside the ocean he’s beside himself with boredom
It isn’t safe for your lover to be miles from where your home is
Wherever he should lay his head he’s sure to feel homeless
Now he’s far from the bedroom
Where your moves are the cleverest
But he’s looking for headroom
From Manhattan to Everest
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give him something old to love, give him something new to covet
If he’s seen it before, then I know he’s likely to love it
Now the cities are empty and the landscape is haunting
When he’s not beside his lover he’s beside himself with wanting
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give him something old to love, give him something new to covet
If he’s seen it before, then I know he’s likely to love it
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My interests were seen as a fad for the wealthy
A donation or two couldn’t hurt
But when I finished the job they all called me profane
My patrons dismantled my work
So I figured a way not to ruffle their feathers
Or set them out on a crusade
But a bird in the hand is worth more than I bargained
I’ve given myself that in spades
But it won’t stop now because the
Gears keep turning, that is all they want from me
I work so hard but they still hold on to fantasy
That artificial beast that got in my way
Mechanical fraud that will follow me to the grave
But I refuse to sit still
And I cry foul at your shadow
Quickly people took note of this marvelous invention
And no they could not understand
That when the creature would eat and deposit the remnants
It was trickery and slight of hand
And everyone talked of my next innovation
Intently while holding their breath
But when it arrived they proclaimed it inferior
And I was wrapped in their detest
And so I let the
Gears keep turning, that is all they want from me
I work so hard but all they want is fantasy
That artificial beast that got in my way
Mechanical fraud that will follow me to the grave
But I refuse to sit still
And I cry foul at your shadow
The closer that I get
To perfecting my invention
The further I push flesh and blood away
As I get closer
I isolate myself
But it wasn’t my intention
I only want to help
So the
Gears keep turning, that is all that’s left for me
I work so hard towards achieving my own destiny
The work of my hands is valuable still
I’ll fund it myself if I have to then I will
Cause I refuse to sit still
I’ve gotta press on because the
Gears keep turning, there is never rest for me
I can’t stop now I’m closer than I’ll ever be
Society’s ills are problems to resolve
A puzzle so complex that I’ll die before it’s solved
But I will never sit still
I’ll never sit still because the
Gears keep turning…
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Start of the day I’m on patrol
Don’t mess with me I’m in control
I feel the wind as it blows beneath my cape
The time is now I’ve got a city to save
My mild and manner have disappeared
And I’m the one the villains fear
My muscles are strong and ready to attack
My awesome powers will stop them in their tracks
When the sun is up above my head
I won’t have to go to bed
And I’ll stay the hero of the day
He’s plotting to freeze the entire town
But I wont let the people down
The bigger they are the harder that they fall
And now I’ve got him up against the wall
As I land the final blow
The sun is setting the shadows grow
I’m getting worried as the sunlight fades
I’m helpless as my powers slip away
When the sun is up above my head
I wont have to go to bed
And I’ll stay the hero of the day
The end of the day I lie in bed
The shadows are moving around my head
My heart beats faster as the darkness grows
The sun’s gone down and now my nightlight glows
My muscles are tight my eyes are closed
My fists are clenched and I don’t know
If I’m alone or something’s under the bed
And I’m the one that needs a hero instead
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Hey don’t you fret now I know you’ll make it
You’re feeling blue and your thoughts are racing
Just breathe in slow and let me squeeze my baby
Hey baby don’t wait too long to stop thinking
You keep so quiet, you’re not helping anybody
Well don’t be afraid, you can tell me
I don’t know why you keep me so far away
But I’ll wait, I’ll stay
Until you think you’ve got something to say
You keep me so far away
But I’ll wait, I’ll stay
Until you think you’ve got something to say
You’re so composed but I know you’re faking
You try to smile but your lips are shaking
So I’ll be here when you just can’t take it anymore
Hey baby don’t wait too long to stop thinking
You keep so quiet, you’re not helping anybody
Well don’t be afraid, you can tell me
I don’t know why you keep me so far away
But I’ll wait, I’ll stay
Until you think you’ve got something to say
You keep me so far away
But I’ll wait, I’ll stay
Until you think you’ve got something to say
Until you think you’ve got something to say
Cause if you think you’ve got something
Then say it to me baby
If you think you’ve got something to say
Think you’ve got something to say
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Lazerwülf - Breakthrough
02:18
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It’s time to talk about the way that I feel
It’s like a fantasy romance, but it’s real
All the places that I go with you
And the feelings that we show
And the love you’ll never know
You could say I’m still not the man for you
But oh
Build up your walls you know what I’ll do
Well I
I’ll break through
I try to find my way alone, in the dark
I light my lantern with the flame of your heart
And the places that I go with you
And the seeds I’ve tried to sow
But the love would never grow
You could say I’m still not the man for you
But oh
Build up your walls you know what I’ll do
Well I
I’ll break through
It’s time to talk about the way that I feel
It’s like a fantasy romance, but it’s real
And the places that I go with you
It’s time to talk about the way that I feel…
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Brandon Dvorak - Kingdom
03:54
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But who could tell?
Memories haven't served us well
And who could know
Exactly where we are to go?
From here
Skies are clear
And from here
Skies are clear
This kingdom's falling down and I'm okay, I'm okay
Our king is crawling out of his cave, of his cave
Our home is burning down, we can't escape
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
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Frozen, forgotten
What’s the difference?
So now wish me luck
I’m full of hate
I’m full of
You’re the coldest shoulder to lean on,
Silver glazing eyes
Gazing over the ocean,
Waiting for the sunrise
Frozen, forgotten
What’s the difference?
So now wish me luck
I’m full of hate
I’m full of
Soon, with the toll of the turning season,
Like the fading tide,
The coldest shoulder to lean on
Forever mine
Frozen, forgotten
What’s the difference?
So now wish me luck
I’m full of hate
I’m full of
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Let’s try the one where we
Feed the bears
Oh what love
Oh what terror
I will mix sugar
With blood
And feed, feed us
To the young
Uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh oh
What is happening?
Uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh oh
I am stuck again
Uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh oh
Let’s try the one…
Let’s try the one where we
Shoot the gun
Oh what hell
Oh what fun
I’ll eat rocks
And shards of glass
Oh discomfort never lasts
Uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh oh
What is happening?
Uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh oh
I am stuck again
Uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh oh
Let’s try the one
Where we bash our skulls
Up against the wall
What am I saying?
Which one is this thing?
The one where I-
Where we-
But wait
But please
I get thinner
I get faster
I get perfect
For disaster
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I’m so lonely
You’re the only one I’ve known
The only one I’ve shown
The way I am on the off days
No one knows the ways
No one knows those days
Our secret selves, on shelves
Tucked away
Time with you
Nothing to do get it back
And your lack of regret
has it just not surfaced yet
I’m so lonely
You’re the only one I’ve known
The only one I’ve shown
The way I am on the off days
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WC Tank - Achoo
13:35
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Act I
And then there was you
The gosh of my gush
By floss or by brush
The pup of my slush
You
The source of my rush
How indulgent
You are captivating
I looked up the word “indulge” in the dictionary
And it was colloquial
To yield to the wishes of oneself or another
It wasn’t what you thought it would be
The exact opposite
Use indulge in a sentence
A hat tip to indulge a fellow pedestrian
No, no!
The wind indulges a toy boat’s tiny sail
Take me captive in your tiny boat
You might indulge me
You think that I am able to float
As boats may float?
No, as aeroplanes do
And then there was you
The gosh of my gush
My floss and my brush
The pup of my slush
Darling, are you strange?
Or are you estranged?
Which would you wish me to be?
You answer questions with more questions
That’s a calming strategy that proves rather boring, don’t you think?
Did you happen to visit
The produce aisle of the
Outdoor farmer’s market?
Yes
How large was their selection?
Copious
Did they have orahnges?
Yes
Und dee tomahta?
Ja
Chaquita Banana
Oui
Tofu?
Si
Spice?
No, no, no
Why no spice?
Because . . . .
Because
Ah-chooooooo
Act II
I love you, dove, oh yes
Please! Calm me down with a cool washcloth on my forehead
Bead me with it, that I may not overheat!
But dab, don’t scrub!
Oh!
The word is out, and the body sank like a stone tablet
Don’t diddle with doodles of great dawdling
Deliver, like a sweet goose with no feathers!
Please! I can’t say anything more
In other words, hush
Eye burn and the
No sleeps and the
Blister feets
He’s got the going aways and the
Tomorrow todays and the
Can’t waits
A beauty queen with a bag on her head smiles on the inside
I can’t breathe
Probably cause of all of the smog
But I’m going to attribute it to you
Because I’m feeling dissatisfied in this relationship
How could you do this to me?
Attributing the world’s problems to me
Without a care in the world?
Screw the world!
Your fly is down
The barn door’s open so the cows may mow through
How dare you stomp on the bubble gum streets
And breathe the hairspray air
That dogs once licked and parades once passed
And parrots . . . once breathed
What about the ozone layer?
Hark, a train travels quickly down a steep pass!
Perhaps we could be married in that train, someday
That’s out of the question
Out of what question!
There is no question!
I demand you marry me!
You must!
Oh silly boy, you should go eat a cake
He’s got the
Eye burn and the
No sleeps and the
Blister feets
He’s got the going aways and the
Tomorrow todays and the
Can’t waits
A beauty queen with a bag on her head smiles on the inside
She’s a lady friend with an eye for fashion
And a doubt to pass round the table
I’m sickened by my efforts
It’s all for nothing
No one will ever love me!
Look at how pitiful I am
Look! Look!
I am pitiful! Pity me now!
Look! Look!
I am pitiful! Pity me now!
Got the
Eye burn and the
No sleeps and the
Blister feets
He’s got the going aways and the
Tomorrow todays and the
Can’t waits
A beauty queen with a bag on her head smiles on the inside
I am a mule
A stupid, stupid fat mule!
Oh lord, spare me of this miserable person
You’re absolutely right!
What about the ozone layer?
You can hardly see it anymore
Humanity is a disease!
And I am the one to blame
Act III
It’s not poetical, something much more lackadaze
Something you can’t break off without smearing
We can become ambidextrous when we kiss
A hot commodity of errors and true humanness and peopledom
It’s no hazard, my billiard’s coupledom compels me to come forth
Well then, bring your guns and your horses, but do not swagger
How becoming of you my driftfulness
Pretty is as
Pretty does
Listless, adorn
You can human me to death, and I won’t budge but an inch
Please!
Penny for your budge?
There is nothing more that I am above
How do you figure, in this great amount of dark twinkling?
May I ask you, what is heaven doing in there, but practicing?
Hark, you’ve turned me
No less the crisp than the madrigal
How’s about a sweet one, right on the kisser
I shall not be compelled with you, yet
Perhaps another time in some far away living room?
Perhaps, then
What shall I bring?
A carefree attitude
Pretty is as
Pretty does
Listless, adorn
You can human me to death, and I won’t budge an inch
Please!
Penny for your budge?
There is nothing more that I am above
I am keen enough to witness that you’ll not be bludgeoned
Oh, you can hug me that I never lose my balance
Something sweet in that piety
Why do you freeze me?
Because a smile you’re wearing like saran wrap
Oh, I want to remember you, but should I forget
I am the belly button of the world, you said
The center of everything
Something you can’t wipe off without smearing
And then there was you
The gosh of my gush
My floss and my brush
The pup of my slush
The source of my rush
My indulgent, begrudgeoning crush
And then, there was you
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A penny around my neck, a place for you in my heart
Time and Life proceeded to try to tear us apart
Life’s funny like that, it will never cease to be.
I will always be there for you, you’ll always do the same for me
What if we never met? How much different would we be?
Sometimes I think about that and laugh, it helps me to believe
That we were brought together, a family to the core
It reminds me of this penny from 1964
Chorus:
It was the year we met the Beatles and surrounded by candles
Dylan taught them all how to turn on
He said “The national bank at a profit sold roadmaps for your soul”
Everybody was diggin’ that rock and roll
We convicted old Jack Ruby for killing a patsy
Malcolm left the nation of Islam
Mandela he was sentenced to serve his life inside
And Martin Luther King he won a Nobel peace prize
To Kill a Mockingbird won an academy award
And three Civil Rights Workers brought tears to our eyes
Have we come any further since that year?
A lot has changed between us but keep this one thing clear
I want you to know what this penny means to me
Hanging around my neck constantly
Chorus
A penny around my neck, a place for you near my heart
Time and Life proceeded to try to tear us apart
Life’s funny like that it will never cease to be
I will always be there for you, you’ll always be my lucky penny
I will always be there for you, and you’ll always be my lucky Penny!
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Charlie McCarron's Song A Week Sessions Minneapolis, Minnesota
Every week for 4 months, Charlie McCarron asked a new MN songwriter, composer, or band to let him produce one of their original songs.
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