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The Coelacanth Sighs
03:29
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Instrumental
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2. |
When I Was Your Age
03:45
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When I Was Your Age
When I was your age-
the phone was tied to the
wall with a kinky twisty three and a half foot chord
it’s hard to believe but it had a ring that could
not be turned off or ignored
we couldn’t choose the sound of the
ring it was just the sound that we called
“the phone”, we’d never heard of a ring tone
When I was your age-
our video games looked nothing
like the illustration on the box
all of the graphics consisted of nothing
more than simple lines and dots
missiles were just a few pixels and the
jungle swinging guy was a stick figure-- nothing bigger
When I was your age-
When I was your age
we had this stuff called “film” you
would stick in a camera before you took a shot
and then you had to wait like a week
until you could tell what pictures you got
you would hand the film to a guy in
a parking lot who lived in a booth, yeah it’s the truth
When I was your age
you had to wait till the movie was
either in the theater or on TV
you couldn’t rent an adventure if you
wanted adventure you just had to wait and see
and once you were watching you couldn’t
stop or pause or even try to rewind, but we didn’t mind
When I was your age-
You see me as a grown up, singing from the stage
I bet you can’t believe, I was ever your age- I was your age.
When I was your age
I loved Star Wars but I hear you
love watching Star Wars more than me
I wanted to be Indiana Jones and
Dr. Jones is who you aspire to be
and I liked playing with Lego and
Lego are what you currently build and rearrange
I guess some things never change
When I was your age
I didn’t like doing homework
but when it was finished it always felt real good
I didn’t like brushing my teeth
but I brushed my teeth because Bert and Ernie said that I should
I didn’t like listening to Mom though
I knew deep inside it was the right thing to do
and so do you, you know what’s true? Before you can say “boo”
You’ll be my age too
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Everything Alive Will Die Someday
Just remember- everything alive will die someday
and that’s OK. It’s the great equating factor in the world
like some desiccated tractor, we all run out of gas,
this life can’t last ‘cause everything alive will die someday
I used to worry that my folks would someday die
‘cause that meant if they could than that meant so could I
too young to handle this morose philosophy
I’d rather get high my way climbing up a tree
and looking at the small-huge world I could survey
I wondered what it’d feel like on that final day
and calculated the heartbeats left in my lot
then realized I best relax and just enjoy the time I’ve got
and I’d remember- that everything alive will die someday
and that’s OK. From the single cellular to grandiose
seems we’re all destined to be toast
ev’ry leaf, bush, shrub, and tree, will cease to be
‘cause everything alive will die someday
every empire crumbles, every mammoth tumbles to the ground
ally and enemy, both kick the bucket equally
and in this truth there lies a fact if you ignore those who distract
you might get to realize the fairness of unfairness is in everything’s demise
You should remember, everything alive will die someday
and that’s hard to say, but to me it’s more a blessing than a curse
(is this a chorus or a weird verse?)
every hand that’s ever writ- will up and quit,
‘cause everything alive will die someday
BUT IN THE MEANTIME:
I get to see you smile, and that makes it, ok for a while.
To look into your eyes is worth
the eventual demise of Earth
and of ev’ry living cell, what the hell…
we get to be like Deborah and Clive for a few days
So let’s remember, everything alive will die someday
but let me say, you shouldn’t do just whatever you will
don’t ever cause any ill- an historic reversal. Don’t you know?
This IS the only chance you’ve got,
it aught to mean an awful lot,
this is the show and not some rehearsal
talk of an extra inning implies this is just a beginning
but there’s no prize you will be winning
your existence is enough of a reward to keep you grinning
or at least should be…
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Simple Simian
06:13
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Simple Simian
Count the steps from here to the corner
wash it up twenty times in a day
triple check twist the cap on the nightstand
glue the handle tie it down make it stay
make a wish leave a dish for the offer
switch the light make it right for your eyes
say the words hope that someone is listening
always back and forth never side to side
She knows ’bout the bones you been fetching
she knows she’s the queen of the Nile
she knows how to push all your buttons
she knows how to make them smile
I can make that monkey smile
My little simple simian
not 8-track but oh– CD
over my shoulder she can guarantee
with her help I can get through any door
that restricts me
Count the tiles from here to the corner
pull the knob and stick the keys in the place
shag rug is my Poseidon Adventure
check the mirror make sure it’s still my face
telephone is ringing up to the quota
clear the plate take Mona Lisa’s advice
trash the stash that’s backed up cash for the ego
watch the timer make sure it cooks up nice
She knows ’bout the stones you been skippin’
she knows she’s the king of denial
she knows ’bout the view from your shoulder
she can make them walk a mile
I’ll make that monkey walk a mile
My little simple simian
not 8-track but oh– CD
over my shoulder she can guarantee
with her advice I’m sure my own jury won’t
convict me
I’m no good without the one true pet I own
disgruntled online shopper, clogged sink stopper
indisposable, non-opposable thumbed one
She knows ’bout the stones you been skippin’
she knows she’s the king of denial
she knows ’bout the view from your shoulder
she can make them walk a mile
I’ll make that funky monkey walk a mile
My little simple simian
not 8-track but oh– CD
over my shoulder she can guarantee
with her help I can get through any door
that restricts me
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5. |
God Is Not Great
03:39
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God is Not Great
god is not great, not from where I stand
this 21st century man can,
tend to get irate / I rate, on a scale from one to one
less than some, it’s no fun, pounding my fists at the gate
god is not great, I’ll plainly state, it’s not to late, maybe it is
god’s way to mean, for all the power he’s got apparently it’s a lot I
find it all obscene / seen quite enough of this bad play,
yet they stay, day after day, less logic more latrine
god’s way to mean, I’ll calmly scream, and cause a scene
and in a way, it’s a shame, that some folks would remain
in a box, and ignore, what they say he made us for
god’s no ‘of course’, he’s had enough of a chance
a new song needs a new dance, I’ll scream until I’m hoarse/horse
race is lost but jockeys whip, though their grip
starts to slip, never questioning the source
god’s no of course, Christian or Norse, Sauron or Force,
to me it’s all the same- god is not great.
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6. |
The Assumption
03:14
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The Assumption
I know you know you think I think I am the best
But let me get a few things off of my chest
Because I stand alone with what you call a frown
Does not mean I’m stuck up, if anything I’m stuck down
I know you know you think I think I am the POO
But the truth could not be much further from true
I’d rather have you wonder what I’m all about
Than open up my mouth, and remove any doubt
Don't you assume you really know me
Don't you assume I'm sad and lonely
Don’t wonder what I’m not revealing
Looks can be concealing after all
I know you know you think I think I’m where it’s at
But don’t forget I see myself as bald and fat
I promise you there is some more than what you see
But your assumptions tend to make an ass of just me
Don't you assume you really know me
Don't you assume I'm sad and lonely
Don’t look for answers on the ceiling
Looks can be concealing…
All of the people who would rather be by themselves
aren't inherently unhappy, so don't pile up your assumptions
you be the life of the party and I'll be the party of my life
I know you know you think I think my stank don’t stink
I’m sorry Mr. Gladwell I’m more blank than blink
If first “of courses” tend to become just desserts
I hope you’ll stick around for seconds and maybe thirds
Don't you assume you really know me
Don't you assume I'm sad and lonely
You might find my thick skin appealing
Looks can be concealing after all
Looks can be concealing after all
Looks can be concealing after all
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Ms. Information
04:18
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Ms.Information
If there’s a problem you can always rely
on one smart cookie with the masterful eye
no type of problem has a chance to slip by
Mz Information got who what where when and why
Give her a challenge and she rise to the test
a host of answers that won’t be second guessed
her blond ambition simply makes her the best
Ms. Information (got ya covered) north south east and west
If there’s no way, it can be done in a day
she will kick your deadline’s ass with her methods empirical
you won’t believe the results you receive
but don’t think that just ‘cause it’s done that it was not a miracle
Problems are smashed with brick like tenacity
facts packed and backed up by her veracity
she shine despite shade cast by someone like me
Mz. Information knows all- A to Z
If there’s a dilemma with no solution
she’ll clear the page of all eyeball pollution
then spin your task with design revolution
that’s why they call her: Ms. Information
If there’s some way you need it yesterday
and its got to have a sheen though it is just un-glossable
she’ll do the work, but don’t you be a jerk
and assume that what she does is any thing less than impossible
Much more a star destroyer (boom!) than a planet (ah...)
so solid you could mistake her for granite
I should have told her this long ago
should have known better but now I know
If there’s a problem you can always rely
on one smart cookie with the masterful eye
no type of problem has a chance to slip by
Mz Information got who what when where how if and why
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Fifty Stories
04:21
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Fifty Stories
One way streets and pre-sleet drips fill the trip with anticipation
cautious calls during a busy fall through the all of past times
recollections on the phone of not being alone of passing ships
and skipped trips and paid debts and lost pets,
and man it’s good to hear your voice
Nicely sized and mildly spiced, fifty stories told while fifty stories high
They are something but they don’t know what that something really is
could it be that so much time has passed right by
could it be that so much time has passed right by
A dozen should do nicely I know it’s pricey,
but the pleasure outweighs the cost
adult conversation abrupt relocation a new dispensation
to fill the calendar’s empty squares, smiling stares and pulled out chairs
beginning from the last and, what’s past and, lots cast and…
Nicely sized and mildly spiced, fifty stories told while fifty stories high
They are something but they don’t know what that something really is
could it be that so much time has passed right by
could it be that so much time has passed right…
‘Bye’s been said so many times, here’s to “hello”
Mildly spiced and nicely sized, fifty stories told while fifty stories high
They are something but they don’t know what that something really is
could it be that so much time has passed right by
how could it be that so much time has passed right…
‘Bye’s been said so many times, here’s to “hello”
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Speak To You
04:23
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Speak To You
you tell me he’s okay,
but I’m not sure just what that means
you search for things to say
you gauge reactions to fit your schemes
I thought you said he was a younger man
now you change your song
it seems that details aren’t in your plan
some remember the right
I remember the wrong
why would he only speak to you
why would he choose to tell you things that
only I should hear
why would he say those things that aren’t true
why would he only speak to you
you tell me she’s alright
convince me she’s always standing near
she’s with me every night
saying the words you think I want to hear
I tell you it doesn’t make a lot of sense
you continue on your ride
I prove you wrong but you just take offense
you tell me she’s doing well
I tell you she’s still alive
why would she only speak to you
why would she choose to tell you things that
only I should hear
why would she say those things that aren’t true
why would she only speak to you
I don’t see what you see
I don’t think like you think
I don’t search for answers where I know they
won’t be found
I don’t hear like you hear
I don’t dream like you dream
I don’t think you realize the damage you
have done
I don’t want what you want
I won’t cry like you cry
I’m content to live with memories inside my mind
so what’s the point of this
I don’t feel better, I feel worse
I’ve received your poison kiss
your lips don’t quench my mind’s thirst
you say that I’m just not accepting you
I say it isn’t so
your logic doesn’t seem to carry through
you say to heal we hold on
but to heal I’m letting go
why would they only speak to you
why would they choose to tell you things that
only I should hear
why would they say those things that aren’t true
why would they only speak to you
you prey on all the lonely people
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Think For Yourself
07:23
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Think for Yourself
As sure as the star bellied sneeches butter the underside of their toast
All things being equal, the simplest answer’s worth most
Don’t rely on Vishnu, Buddha, Ron Popeil or Holy Ghost
Just consider these words, and that ship of life you’re sailing on might not smash into the coast:
Watching every channel, all that I do is see,
oceans of gullible conformity
Oh I’ve had enough, of all the smiles and all
the teeth and all the nods
And I’ve had my fill of promises, from magic
rays, to painless perfect bods
Watching every channel, that flashes before me,
I can’t believe the level of spirituality
Oh I’ve had enough, of the geeks who have
claimed to have found “the” way
I wish that guy watching would just take a sec,
and consider what I have got to say
Think for yourself, little man
Don’t let ‘em tell you that they have the plan
’Cause everyone’s lost chin deep in the sand
And what they tryin’ to sell to you,
you shouldn’t be buyin’
Think for yourself, little girl
Don’t let ’em tell you how to run your world
‘Cause everyone’s the same choking back that nervous hurl
And if they tell you they ain’t, well they’re
just lying, yeah they’re just lying
Reading all the pages in the standard magazines
I wonder if they realize what all the small print means
Oh you need a microscope,
to read about the no fault guarantee
And to see that “these results not typical” and this
offer’s void in any state that’s spelt with an “e”
Watching all the people place bet after amazing bet
I wonder if they realize their misplaced raison d’être
But they don’t wanna hear, about the odds and statistic A and B
‘Cause they know a guy who’s got a friend who’s got a brother
Who read a book by this other guy who says
that “hey, this stuff always works for me!”
Think for yourself little folks
Yo…check one-two one-two, is this thing on?
Hey, these are the jokes…
Beware of the dudes who don’t like jabs and pokes
‘Cause when you can’t laugh at yourself, you just end up crying
Think for yourself, little friend
Is it you that they like, or is it the money you spend
Beware of the jerks, who’d rather break than bend
And to question anything to them is like dying,
yeah it’s like dying
Listening to the radio, from my comfy cozy chair
No one seems to question all the claims out on the air
Oh I’m tired, of all the promises so tremulous
And I can’t conceive the cache of creeps and cretins
who continue to be so uncannily credulous
Think for yourselves, everyone
Don’t believe what is said, put your stock in what’s done
Insist on all the facts, then add up your own sum
Or else the punch you might get won’t be Hawaiian
Think for yourselves one and all
Don’t jump to conclusions don’t beat up
Peter if you’re pissed at Paul
Don’t fall for anything, and please don’t drop the ball
Just be sure to do your who, what, where,
when and why-in, yeah- Hawaiian.
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Convenient
05:21
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Convenient
Mweh Heh Ya Heh-Na, Hey Hey
And when they’re laughing at me
I get so mad I just can’t see
Make fun of my deformity
‘Til it’s convenient, ‘til it’s convenient
Boss man joins in on the fun
Laughin’ with the rest of everyone
He’ll change his song with the setting sun
When it’s convenient, when it’s convenient
Mweh Heh Ya Heh-Na, Hey Hey
And though they mock how I appear
They think I am to dumb to hear
Situation’s changed suddenly they cheer
When it’s convenient, when it’s convenient
The forecast’s bad he’s come to say
Now I can help in my own way
Use what I got to save the day
Now it’s convenient, now it’s convenient
Mweh Heh Ya Heh-Na, Hey Hey
Now they let me play their game
I know they’re thoughts are still the same
Rude often carries no shame
‘Til it’s convenient, ‘til it’s convenient
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Children on Airplanes
05:05
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Atlanta
07:14
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Atlanta
I was lost, the roads left did not seem right
covered the cost with spare change picked up after each fight
saw the path that I was bound to take
although I checked the math, I refused to admit a mistake
How could I know what would happen at the end of that night
Atlanta you saved me, you saved me.
Time went fast, courting kindness not easily dismissed
first to the mast with sounds of sirens too hard to resist
a captain in part, reading maps filled with ways of because
although I had the chart, I refused to admit where I was
How could I know that my rescue was just out of sight
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me.
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me
Past paths more pathetic than the forest before us
to think it's synthetic for someone to adore us
but I found the trail though the sands had all shifted
overwhelmed by the weight of the load that was lifted
suddenly, all the words that used to weigh me down
get to be the same words lifting me off the ground
how could I know, that my falling would turn into flight
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me.
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me
yeah you saved me, you saved me
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Age of the Fern
06:22
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Age of the Fern
Once Upon a time before Madonna ruled the land
When dinosaurs where boppin to a Mesozoic band
before the mammals showed and things got out of hand
Yes it was the age of the fern
It was a time when bouncers didn’t card or judge your hair
the subways always ran on time and one would feel safe there
athletes never went on strike and referees judged fair
cause it was the age of the fern
Lawyers could not foul things up ‘cause they were not around
no Shiites dumping toxic waste upon the holy ground
no police getting into high speed chases with James Brown
cause it was the age of the fern
Now the fern has kept its mouth shut
cause the sandal wearing morons
are convinced that they have ESP
and regardless of the proof they see, on FOX TV, to me
Uri Geller still sound like a putz
The days when green was prevalent from sea to boiling sea
there was no bad cholesterol no fruity herbal tea
there were no telemarketing people calling me
cause it was the age of the fern
The Martians used our planet as a rest stop for their cars
they built up all the pyramids and used them for wet bars
then they packed up all the little ones and shot back for the stars
cause it was the age of the fern
(BECAUSE OF THIS)
the fern is said to know the secrets of both time and space
it doesn’t ever mention this ‘cause it feels out of place
it longs for the days before the human race
when it was the age of the fern
Now the fern has gotten a bad rap ‘cause
the stuff it sees on the idiot box isn’t worth the CO2 to talk about
And when Tilton humps the screen and says the lord is being mean
our photosynthesizing friends would rather not say squat.
And save us the embarrassment while they just get ripped on chlorophyll cocktails.
You realize this tale I tell is based up on the truth
it was told to me by someone who has never been uncouth
the story was recounted in between sips of vermouth
he told me all about the age of the fern
Now what the heck’s the point to all the stuff that’s in this song
I’ve only got one line left so I will not make it long
perhaps some things were better then perhaps I am just wrong
goodbye, fern ow!
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Shoe
05:08
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Shoe
scrambled eggs and scrambled minds
lead to scrambled rules and scrambled times
the finger points with no affection and
blame is cast by mere suggestion
yet quicker than the forest burns
to their surprise the table turns
what once was cast in my direction
now smiles back from their reflection
they slap the tape across the mouth
and speak of filth from north and south
not seeing past the next day’s news
they only win, they never lose
but winds can blow from any vector
no one can beat this lie detector
a ship of drools with each one denser
won’t smell the stench from their own censer
fuck you-- it’s on the other foot now
shoe enough
fuck you -- it’s on the other foot now
this censored ship will surely sink
if you don’t take a pause and think
about the bullshit that you drink
mouthful of bull will make breath stink
but you’re too big with too much nerve
you disregard the sharpest curve
and act shocked when your bodies swerve
what comes around’s what you deserve
fuck you
a broken band no one wants to join
it’s hard to flip this two-faced coin
with sleepy eyes they hit the sack
and cash checks that they can’t pay back
but life it can be quite a pitch
you have to watch rotating stitch
what once was tossed with real affection
now gets thrown up by gag reflection
the memories that make me sick
I joined your club and got beat with stick
I got straight face talk with unmoving lip
I rearranged the chairs on your sinking ship
now you cough and hack in a humorless spasm
no bricks can fill this deep sar-chasm
the book slams shut with lessons learned
the other foot always gets its turn
fuck you
can’t say enough, can’t say enough
think about the shoe
think about the shoe
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Disappointed
06:08
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Disappointed
I was so disappointed
Out of all of the people to think what they think
How could your ideas be so disjointed
Poured out glass upon glass that you casually accept and drink
Speaking in barbecue tongues you dismiss what you taught me
Questioning stares all look back from the books that you bought me
I was so disappointed
Throw away all the lessons of evidence weighed
Now you seem like one of the anointed
Did the Governor call was your execution of logic stayed
Speaking in talking point rhymes you just parrot what they find
This from the teacher who taught me to make up my own mind
Carl and Michael and Stephen and Jared might all cry
Richard and Randi and Martin and Charles would all ask why
I was so disillusioned
That the past influenced what you did try to sell
Looking for weapons of mass confusion
Never thought that the target they’d splay on you would stick so well
All the while mocking how someone could invest in that plan
placing yourself in a corner with paint from that same can
I was so disillusioned
You resorted to tactics I’d never conceive
Equating paper cuts to contusions
Turning your back on all of the things we’re supposed to believe
All the while that conversation still eerily haunts me
To see you’re not exempt is the one thing that most disappoints me
Carl and Michael and Stephen and Jared might all cry
Richard and Randi and Martin and Charles would all ask why
I can’t believe what a skeptic you are
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18. |
Death From The Skies
04:23
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Death From The Skies
The fairness of unfairness is in everything’s demise
These are the ways the world will end- these are the ways:
odds of dying by asteroid impact: 1 in 700,000
The overall risk of dying from an impact in your lifetime is one in seven hundred thousand- somewhat less than being killed by a fireworks accident, but still more probable than being killed on an amusement park ride or by an act of terrorism.
These are the ways the world will end...
Odds of dying by supernova explosion: 1 in 10,000,000
Supernovae happen about once per century in any given galaxy. Assuming the event would cause a mass extinction killing everyone on earth- the odds of you specifically dying from one during your lifetime are about 1 in 10 million.
These are the ways the world will end...
Odds of dying by solar flare or coronal mass ejection: ZERO* but with an asterisk.
While a whopping big solar event can seriously impair or destroy a nation's infrastructure and economy, in general it will not directly cause deaths. We have to rate this a zero* chance for human fatality, but with an asterisk, as a nod to the destructive power it has in other ways.
Odds of dying by gamma ray burst: 1 in 14,000,000
Gamma ray bursts are dangerous from distances of more than 7,000 light years. You would have to be in the path of a relatively narrow beam to get hurt. Your odds of being killed by a GRB are one in 14 million. You're about as likely to be killed by a shark attack. These are the ways the world will end...
Eventual odds of dying by death of the sun: inevitable
These are the ways the world will end...
Eventual odds of dying by galactic doom: inevitable
These are the ways the world will end...
eventual odds of dying by death of the universe: inevitable
These are the ways the world will end...
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19. |
Brainsbodyboth
05:42
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brainsbodyboth
Some girls are born with looks to kill
some girls are born with intimate skills
some girls are just concerned with fun
some girls are like an SNL skit at a quarter to one
what I need is a two-sided coin
she better satisfy my brain as well as my loins
she better wear a tight dress and have a mind that’s strong
I want brains and a body is that so wrong?
when she shows me her brain cells
then my pride suddenly swells
like a Botticelli chick she’s on the half shell
but she likes gettin’ nasty like Tori Welles
brainsbodyboth... I wanna eat my cake and have it too
It’s scary, a dictionary is very good
to try and retain and impress
but I also don’t mind a vinyl dress
and when she’s watchin’ Jeopardy
she never has to guess
you may ask why I’m specific
well dumb girls make me soporific
I need a brain and a bod that are both terrific
like a domain name that’s case specific
she’s the queen of conversation
a panel member on Face the Nation
but she gets on all fours without hesitation
and she got the best seat without a reservation
brainsbodyboth... it’s true, I want a high IQ
She drinks Perrier, she reads Beaudelaire
I like to smell her hair and her underwear
’cause her derriere goes from here to there
she’s like two floor toms, rack, kick, and snare
she goes to museums like Whitney to learn
about the pigment at the installation
she also knows S. Morgenstern
is a figment of imagination
she always puts Horace before Descartes
she can make a point like Georges Seurat
she can choke the chicken like Julia Child
and she knows how to make my Oscar Wilde
brainsbodyboth…
She got brains and a brickhouse bod to behold
she knows FE’s iron and AU’s gold
she got the origami hands that can flex and fold
"love for sale" I’m sold, I’m sold
boys don’t be afraid of a high IQ
a girl with smarts knows what to do
she reads Masters & Johnson and Kinsey, too
Boys, do I lie? It’s true, it’s true
It’s true, I want a high IQ, how ‘bout you?
You better know who the hell is Eddie Jobson
and have a Brit wit like Emma Thompson
you can use irony to cut and slay
and you can have the chunky glasses like Tina Fey
you better like films by Kurosawa
you better stay naked outside the shower
you better ding dang dingle for over an hour
then calculate binomials to the 10th power
brainsbodyboth…
She can make my wick stick out my candle
she knows which one’s Haydn and which one is Handel
so put on a dress that barely fits
then shake your ass and show me your wits
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20. |
FAR
04:43
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Atlanta
I was lost, the roads left did not seem right
covered the cost with spare change picked up after each fight
saw the path that I was bound to take
although I checked the math, I refused to admit a mistake
How could I know what would happen at the end of that night
Atlanta you saved me, you saved me.
Time went fast, courting kindness not easily dismissed
first to the mast with sounds of sirens too hard to resist
a captain in part, reading maps filled with ways of because
although I had the chart, I refused to admit where I was
How could I know that my rescue was just out of sight
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me. Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me
Past paths more pathetic than the forest before us
to think it's synthetic for someone to adore us
but I found the trail though the sands had all shifted
overwhelmed by the weight of the load that was lifted
suddenly, all the words that used to weigh me down
get to be the same words lifting me off the ground
how could I know, that my falling would turn into flight
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me.
Atlanta you saved me, yeah you saved me
yeah you saved me, you saved me
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21. |
Happy Birthday Baby
03:31
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Happy Birthday Baby
Happy birthday baby, Your special day is here
Happy birthday baby, I get to love you for another year
Happy birthday baby, time can go so fast
let’s do everything to make your day last
Happy birthday baby, make a wish upon a star
Happy birthday baby, I wished for you and here you are
Happy birthday baby, enjoy every last crumb
may today be the best day so far
but the worst of what’s to come
I wish I could control the sun
that way your day could last until you wanted it done
Happy birthday baby, lots of cake to go around
Happy birthday baby, I hope your feet never touch the ground
Happy birthday baby, one thing I know is true
every day’s my birthday ‘cause I’ve got you
I wish I could control the sun
that way your day could last until you wanted it done,
‘til it was done
Happy birthday baby, here’s to many more
Happy birthday baby, to the person I adore
Happy birthday baby, two things I know are true
this day is your birthday and I love you
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22. |
Sciurus Carolinensis
07:46
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Sciurus Carolinensis
Lookout for the squirrels they might be finding your nuts
And I do not mean that they will judge you insane
Hiding tasty morsels in crevices and ruts
Taken aback by how much their pleasure causes pain
Lookout for the squirrels they can show up any place
Knowing that your observation skills are astute
It can be upsetting when you get face to face Taken aback by how suddenly they’re not so cute
They’re not so cute when you see them at eye level
They’re not so cute when you see them at all
Those bushy tails are eyebrows off some devil
They’re not so cute when you're backed up against the wall
Lookout for the squirrels in garbage dumpsters and drums
Though the tales they spin seldom if ever are true
Winkin’ at ya with pseudo opposable thumbs
Taken aback these fuzz rats can scare the crap out you
Lookout for the squirrels their numbers grow every day
Spreading out from city parks and golf courses too
Suddenly you’ll find yourself in nut deep dismay
Taken aback and wondering just what will you do
What will you do when you can hear them huffin
What will you do when they’re too close to ignore
Their confidence grows with ev’ry stale muffin
What will you do when they’re scratchin’ at your door
What will you do.
What will you do.
Tell me WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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George Hrab Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
George Hrab is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, story teller, science advocate, producer, composer, & vigilant defender of the Theory of Gravity. He’s produced seven studio albums, 800 plus podcasts, two books, one concert DVD and is determined to keep making more and more stuff everyday. ... more
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