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Three Days In A Box

by Mark Nichols

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Garbage Man 02:29
Once there was a garbage man Who looked inside a garbage can And saw a BRAIN with staring eyes Who spoke of love to his surprise "The heart grows fonder," Matter said "Than any organ in the head, But toss me out and you will see It matters more to you than me."
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Pancake 03:39
[Dedicated to the great star of English music hall, Anthony Newley - a man I used to make fun of even as I realized how awesome he was. He wrote the music for Willy Wonka and was David Bowie's biggest influence - with songs like "Who Can I Turn To". I hung out with him once in 1990 for a few hours. While we were wandering we saw a grand piano open. I looked at him and he looked at me and said, "I can't play any instruments. Wish I could."] She's so bizarre, at least that's what she preaches She's traveled far, at least that's what she says But all I can see is her tits And her twinkly eyes and bubble lips And a smile that squares when she laughs That's where she is That's where I'm at Beside her Thankfully inside her At least that's what she says I'm here to stay Then she breaks the news She's going to go away She's going to Europe She's made a plan She's met a man My blueberry My sweet Cherie You've made a pancake out of me You were never meant to be And then I'm thankfully beside her Thankfully inside her At least that's what she says I'm here to stay Then she breaks the news She's going to go away She's made a hole Where she can peak out at the moon It's been a week Since she retreated to her room The longest weak I've ever spent It's an impression, no a dent In my head, in my soul And then I'm here beside her Thankfully inside her At least that's what she says She's here to stay - Mark Nichols - 8/28/2011
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Dust & Crackers (free) 02:49
Put the dust and the crackers in a jar And walk as far as you can To a place where people seem to be listening And you can tell, because their eyes Occasionally flick back on you And they don't move And you'll want to listen to what they say too And share your crackers and the dust And then you dance all night to the odd percussion And the rhythms are exceptionally unorthodox (But that's OK) Just hold on. Just hold on. Sometimes I feel like a whale at sea Sometimes I feel like it happened to me. Huh? When you get back to civilization You'll feel a little funky For a few days, maybe even depressed But you're going to soon see a look in people's eyes When they talk to you And everything is slightly different Maybe wrong- maybe right Don't worry Just find someplace to move And it'll all come back to you And then you dance all night to the odd percussion And the rhythms are exceptionally unorthodox (But that's OK) Just hold on. Just hold on. Sometimes I feel like a whale at sea Sometimes I feel like it happened to me. Huh?
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Nobody loses all the time Nobody loses everything There's always something left There's always going to be a crumb for the mouse Who lives inside the wall He's not got far to fall He told me Nobody loses everything they love Oh... Nobody loses all the time Nobody loses everything There's always something left There's always going to be a place for the dead To lay their weary heads They don't need feather beds They're singing, "Nobody loses everything the love." Nobody loses all the time Nobody loses everything There's always something left There's always going to be skeleton man Who leads a marching band To lead us from the land Where they say, "Nobody loses everything the love." Oh...
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[Thanks to Bob McAllister who's book of poetry was sitting next to the computer while I was making this CD. His line "Even in the Wind, Even in the Dark" inspired this song.] Sleep, Baby sleep Your father guards the sheep Your mother rocks the dreamland tree Sleep, Baby, sleep Ah.... Even in the wind, even in the dark Even when you're raw, even when you're cold Even when you cheat, even when you're high Even when you're lost, even when you're old Even when you're gone , even when you're bad Even when you're two-faced, even when you're tired Even when you're sour, even in decay Even when you melt, even when you're fired Even in the wind, even in the dark Even when you're raw, even when you're cold Even when you cheat, even when you're high Even when you're lost, even when you're old
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“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied” BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go,—so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
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Chub Salad 00:25
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Written and recorded in three days by Mark Nichols, finished 8/29/2011. www.thereallybig.com

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released August 29, 2011

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