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Garbage Man
02:29
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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
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[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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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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This is the Day I Lived
02:40
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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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Hey
Hey
Hey Shigli
Hey Shigliwazzeezpootin'maglispittin'moozle
Chub salad.
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