1. |
Go To, Or Head For
03:27
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Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
Where is my head?
I think it's back in 2000
And I don’t wanna say the year we’re in now
I’m a has-been
Look at the time, look at the date
You gotta go, my mom says its late (but first)
Tell me, what should I do for the rest of my life?
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
You know I don’t have much time
But it’s more than I hoped
Now I’m shakin’
Oohweehoo
My body knows I’m home
I don’t see a light
But I’m lookin’
Wah, Wah
Wah, Wah
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
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2. |
Level Green
02:48
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Found a bike in the trash with handlebars that go the whole way round
Rode it all over not town
Til my elbows bruised and face’d been introduced
To the ground
I know I had a load of a life
In Level Green
I had a load of a life
In Level Green
See a rainbow squirrel that fell up in a tree
Blood runs down my knee
Sister said try not to lose my head
I don’t know, I can try
I know I had a load of a life
In Level Green
I had a load of a life
In Level Green
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3. |
Which One Is Right?
03:08
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The more the merrier
Less is more
The best things in life are free
You get what you pay for
So which one is right?
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Money is the root of evil
Money makes the world go round
So which one is right?
Cannot figure it out
So to speak
The man says one
Somebody’s right and it’s not me
Money talks
Talk is cheap
Life is what you make it
What will be will be
So which one is right?
Good things come to he who waits
A stitch in time saves nine
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Out of sight, out of mind
So which one is right?
Cannot figure it out
So to speak
The man says one
Somebody’s right and it’s not me
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4. |
That's Me, Baby
03:16
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Picture a man on a hill with his life set in a pile
Selling memories that have all gone out of style
Everything must go, discount on all that you see
That is a man I know
That’s me, baby, all by myself
That’s me, baby, heart in a box on my shelf
Waiting to take it out and give it to someone else
That’s me, baby
Envision a dude with a quill and a contract that he penned
Writing out an agreement that he’ll never love that much again
Though I can’t believe it won’t be breached
He signs on the dotted line
That’s me, baby, all by myself
That’s me, baby, heart in a box on my shelf
Waiting to take it out and give it to someone else
That’s me, baby
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
That’s me, baby
That’s me, baby
That’s me, baby
That’s me, baby
That’s me, baby
That’s me, baby, all by myself
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5. |
I Can't Be With You
05:46
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We can’t be together
Trying to make some less sense
Making love from leather
And I can’t see you there
We can’t be together
Longing for each other
We can be forever
Living with one another
I can’t be with you
And I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
We should be together
I can leave whenever
You’re my only lover
So much more left to discover
I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
And I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with you
We can’t be together
Trying to make some less sense
Making love from leather
And I can’t see you there
We can’t be together
Longing for each other
We can be forever
Living with one another
We should be together
I can leave whenever
You’re my only lover
So much more left to discover
I can’t, I can’t be with you
I can’t, I can’t be with
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6. |
Out The Window
03:43
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I gander out a gal looks down her head is up in space
Hands bound deep in her pockets en route to my favorite place
Under a blanket turned around so its bottom is the side
White laces on my gray shoes sit by the door untied
Chairs line the outer edge of our fort forest cave
It’s gone now with their basement built around tiger’s grave
The older, cooler kids are hanging by the corner store
I get my haircut down the street where I had since I was four
Oh I
Look out my window
My day’s
Out the window
Miss Lonely keeps on walking with her hands up in her sleeves
My normal route flies by her giving her a pleasant breeze
Old lady gives a scowl as that bus rolls up the hill
I left my Hansi in the backyard, I think he’s sitting there still
Ten neighbors mow their lawns just like the did the day before
And Snowball’s in the bushes, hiding from the mowers’ roar
Vanessa’s getting pictures with her hair up in a curl
While Taffy’s playing around her, she is such a good girl
Oh I
Look out my window
My day’s
Out the window
Thank you life for letting me feel this down
I wanna go out
So let’s go!
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7. |
Find Our Love Again
03:46
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Baby, you are a dove (Woot doot doo)
Going wherever you are free
Baby, you are my love (Woot doot doo)
Even while you’re not loving me
Sittin’ here just breathing with you
There ain’t nothing that we couldn’t do
And though our time might be through you say
We’ll find our love again someday
Ooh
Baby, I want to be with you now
And see to you again
Catch our love again
Find our love again
Find our love again
Sittin’ here just breathing with you
There ain’t nothing that we couldn’t do
And though our time might be through you say
We’ll find our love again someday
Ooh
Find our love again
Find our love again
Find our love again
Find our love again
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8. |
Flowers On Jupiter
03:23
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Hyacinth power
Rose bright
Gardenia down
Carnation white
Hydrangea vows
Violet might
Daffodil brown
Tulip night
I can’t be strong
Undiluted fright
Won’t be there for long
Legs overly tight
Hyacinth power
Rose bright
Gardenia down
Carnation white
Hydrangea vows
Violet might
Daffodil brown
Tulip night
I will be brave
I am alright
It’s me in that grave
Into the light
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9. |
Hold Your Own
05:55
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Crowning some who are shown
Looking down from their throne
Peeping Toms hate your tone
Keep your mind and your bones
Hold your own, cabin boy
Don’t you know you’re their toy?
I don’t know what I can see for
Nothing for me here
See no point for me to hear more
Falling down from my bed
Dreaming life in my head
Waking up to forget
Wishing you, you were dead
Hold your own, cabin boy
Don’t you know you’re their toy?
I don’t know what I can touch for
Nothing for me here
See no point for me to speak more
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Working all your life
For what? A nice place to die?
Lots of folks are out and hiding things they ought to shout
But life is only short if you waste it
Working all your life
For what? A nice place to die?
Lots of folks are out and hiding things they ought to shout
But life is only short if you waste it
Working all your life
For what? A nice place to die?
Lots of folks are out and hiding things they ought to shout
But life is only short if you waste it
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Don Cole Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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