1. |
Baby Shakes Me Up
04:18
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BABY SHAKES ME UP
This is not and empty bottle
But my life all bottled up
The way she shake it, baby girl
This bottle might erupt
Fifteen years ago the things she do
Might not have been enough
But now it’s all that I can do
To keep from blowing up.
She’s got me
All shook up
I’m all shook up
That’s the way she make me
Baby shakes me up.
And this ain’t no fiddle-faddle
It’s a train that has no end
A locomotive express
Nowhere bound without no end
She shake, she rattle, roll and shake
And she rattle my poor brain
And each time I think it’s over, well
I gotta think again
She’s got me
All shook up
And this is not the face of madness
But crazy just the same
A polyhedron cracking
Hallucinations in the rain
Kaleidoscoping nonsense
Sped up to make the vibe
As the paranoia rollercoaster
Takes me for a ride
No, it’s not madness that’s to blame
For this condition that I’m in
Just a wild, wild ride I’m on
Careening around the bend
She’s got me
All shook up
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2. |
House Of Bricks
04:12
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HOUSE OF BRICKS
It comes on like a notion
A breeze upon the ocean
The makings of a bad storm
It sets the scape in motion
A ripple on the lagoon
A rustle through the treetops
The clouds blow in
The sky grows dark
It rains upon the treetops
The restless natives
Beat a warning
On their drums
The boom boom boom
And the bom bom
Bom be bom
The boom boom boom
And the bom bom
In my head
I’ve got one thought, girl
that’s my goose down
feather bed
Running for the shelter
Of my simple house of
Bricks
Running past the man
Who’s got a house that’s made of
Sticks
No time to talk to him
I just don’t have the
Time
Making a beeline
For my simple house of
BICKS
HOUSE OF BRICKS
The sky is huge
The thunder booms
As if to say
“You better get home, boy
get home, boy, the fast way”
I’m not a bad man
But my rubberband is stretch to tight
That’s why I’ve got to get home
To my brick house tonight
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3. |
Slow Light
03:20
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SLOW LIGHT
A slow light
To a naked eye
Is a star long gone
In the star lit night
A light goes on
The bedside light
A dim-lit room
A long night
Backward in time
And wayback when
Silhouette in the window
Of what might have been
I can see her face
As plain as day
Pain for the words
I never did say
A heartbreak song
Is a long night
A star long gone
Is a slow light
A ring of red
Around the blue
Time shifts
As I pass through
I can see her face
As plain as day
Pain for the words
I never did say
I can see her face
As plain as day
Pain for the words
I never did say
A heartbreak song
Is a long night
A star long gone
Is a slow light
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4. |
On The Heels of Gone
04:20
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ON THE HEELS OF GONE
I don’t believe in Jesus
For me jesus is Just a name
On the lips of those who in the name of Jesus
Do as they would do without the name
But then, I don’t even believe in believing
Beyond believing in a song
As the train speeds relentless
On the heels of gone
Now, Moses was a man of God
No other God had he
No graven image to take the place
Of the One he held up to Be
Off in the distance the promiseland
Out there in the Great Beyond
Where the train speeds relentless
On the heels of gone
The cargo still precious
The boxcars worn
The train speeds relentless
On the heels of gone
Now me, I live in a dust bowl
No neighbors for miles around
Everything is dead here
Everything turned brown
In the distance I see a steeple
Pointing up to the mean ol’ sun
As the train speeds relentless
On the heels of gone
It don’t stop for no one
And it don’t slow down
Backward to the future
‘cause it’s comin’ around
The cargo still precious
The boxcars worn
The train speeds relentless
On the heels of gone
So come on Ma, come on Pa
Children it’s time to go
The ol’ jalopy’s sputin’ n spurtin’
And it’s a mean wind about to blow
We all jerk back with a jolt
Headin’ off with our hats on
As the train speeds relentless
On the heels of gone
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5. |
Believe It Or Not
04:07
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BELIEVE IT OR NOT
I LIKE TO STRETCH
STRETCH THE TRUTH
I LIKE TO STRETCH IT
STRETCH IT FOR YOU
I LIKE TO STRETCH
STRETCH THE TRUTH
BUT, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
I LOVE YOU
YOU GOT A CAT LIKE
PURR IN YOUR TALK
YOU GOTTA CRAZY LITTLE WIGGLE
WHEN YOU WALK
“BOING” GOES THE MAINSPRING
IN MY GRANDPA’S POCKET WATCH
I WINDED IT TOO TIGHT
WHEN YOU WIGGLED AND I WATCHED
CHORUS
WHEN I’M ALONE AT NIGHT
I LAY YOU OUT LIKE A VISION
I LIGHT A CANDLE
YOU BECOME MY RELIGION
I WORSHIP TO THE LEFT
I WORSHIP TO THE RIGHT
I SPREAD YOU OUT LIKE DAYLIGHT
YOU GET ME THROUGH THE NIGHT
CHORUS
SO HERE I COME
ASTRIDE MY TRUSTY STEED
PROTAGONATING THROUGH A TALL TALE
ALL CHIVALRY AND FANCY
A PISS POT ON MY HEAD
MY SIDEKICK ON HIS DONKEY
YOU ARE MY DULCINEA DEL TOBOSO
I AM YOUR DON QUIXOTE
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6. |
Counterfeit Life
04:49
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Counterfeit Life
A desert
A motel
A window
A woman
Ten fingers extending
Bendable limbs bending
Music and shadows
And long lashed eyelids
That open and close…
In imitation
Her legs crossing smartly
She lights up a cigarette
Inhales and exhales
And smoking and drinking
Her red wine and thinking
No thoughts that are not
The nothing she’s thinking
Her movements methodic
Her motions slow motion
And as she goes through all these motions her long lashed
Eyelids open and close.
In imitation
She steps to the window
To open the window
In imitation
She stands in the moonlight
And holding nobody
Caressing and kissing
The life that she’s missing
Her movements methodic
Her motions slow motion
And though she goes through
All these motions the window
Remains closed
Closed to the night
Moonlight, perfumes
That sail on the breeze
Stars that shine bright
And love refusing to wear
Her counterfeit life
There are many reflections
Colors spangle the room
There are no wild animals
None to sputter and groan
Only cards on the table
All face down in a row
Never to be turned over
No fortune to be told
And love refusing to wear
Her counterfeit life...
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7. |
Bad Feet
03:48
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BAD FEET
Cut out that look
Paste that look on
Pick up that beat, you're
Bad with your feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your bad feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your bad feet
ROCK
Frank is mad, bad
Dangerous to know
He wears his hair high
Wears his pants low
Goose-step Frank
Stomp your bad feet
Goose-step Frank
Stomp your bad feet
ROCK
You look so big
You feel so tuff
Now, who would guess
You’re just a powder-puff
there brother
ROCK
(instrumental verse melody)
Kick off your shoes
Evacuate the room
Pick up that beat, you're
Bad with your feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your bad feet
Stomp your feet
Stomp your bad feet
ROCK
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