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Well, it isn't so great
Since you learned karate chop-chop-chop-chop-chop You're walkin' machs and I'm just Swimmin' in the slop-slop-slop-slop-slop You wave your wand at me and Make me dance flip-flop-flip-flop-flip I want to sing for you and Make your head go pop-pop-pop-pop-pop The Inuit man Had not so much a caesar He had provision Say, you're sprayin' in the windy And I'm just pissin' off-off-off-off-off I'm literally deaf down here from Your canned philosoph-soph-soph-soph Softly, can you hear me? Through the suckin' of your quaff-quaff-quaff-quaff quaff I'm thalassocracy and you're just Romanov-ov-ov-ov The Inuit man Had not so much a caesar He had provision |
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I took three days to drive down one street
The radio on, tuned to the big fleet Invisible planes are cracking the concrete That's just what some people say, hey hey I put down my blanket on Cigarette Butt Beach I saw the old man, he was doing OK He's making his last stand on old bottles and cans Round there, Calistan way, ooh Used to be sixteen lanes Used to be Nuevo Spain Used to be Juan Wayne Used to be Mexico Used to be Navajo Used to be yippy-ay-I-don't know Went in from the weather when I got wheezy I play some pachinko I play Pachisi And St. Anne is still making me breezy In the valley of tar that once was L.A., hey hey And my best friend he's the king of karaoke He struck up a chord and he took it away Out of the pan and into Japan Round there, Calistan way, hey hey Used to be sixteen lanes Used to be Juan Wayne Used to be Mexican Used to be Espano Nuevo Used to be Navajo Used to be yippy-ay-I-don't know |
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The vanishing spies, just something I read
A couple of eyes from out of the head And all that was said Was that's just how some things don't materialize Could be they broke and swan like a bird Fear of spooking the folk with talk of the third Or maybe the third played a joke Give me a blip, oh And I'll totally flip, oh yeah, yeah Say it's nothing but sky And I'll be a lonely guy The vanishing spies, just something I read Now there were two eyes sent out from the head And all that was said Was that is just how some things do not materialize Give me one little blip, oh And I'll totally flip, oh oh, yeah, yeah Say it's nothing but sky And I will be one lonely guy |
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Had a bit part, an endless reel
It always played in slo-mo But now it's fast, a spinning wheel I know the dynamo, my heart is cast Speedy Marie, ahead of the now She's better built that's how She's built for speed Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie "Oh, yes indeed," I said to me And so I sing this romaunt It's not enough, my liberty There is a thing I want I need, I love Speedy Marie, ahead of the now She's better built that's how She's built for speed Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie Juxtaposed in each moment's sight Everything that I ever saw And my one delight Nothing can strike me in such awe Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks Always it will soothe Rarer none are the precious cheeks Is the size of each sculpted tooth Each lip and each eye Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought And softest neck where always do I Lay my clumsy thoughts She is that most lovely art Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart |
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This wrinkle in time, can't give it no credit
I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) I got me so down, I got me a headache My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound I was counting the rings And I fell me into sleep I peeked to see if you were way back when I was counting the trees Until a day when there was one I'd hoped, beneath, asleep, is where that you had been This wrinkle in time, can't give it no credit (Credit) I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) I got me so down, I got me a headache (Headache) My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound Well, I found you Maybe you can help me And I can help you This wrinkle in time, can't give it no credit (Credit) I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) I got me so down, I got me a headache (Headache) My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound (How to pound) I got me so down, I got me a headache (Headache) My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound (How to pound) This wrinkle in time, I can't give it no credit (Credit) I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) |
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You've got a sad face, you don't show it
And you're smiling it, too Even in deep, deep outer space There's something for you I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am The world is a rock that's spinning so fast It'll give you jim-jams I'm just a real love diplomat Won't give no flim-flams I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am How many stars girl, can you both count And then classify? I'm standing here in this big swirl Singing this lullaby I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby |
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My name is Chip
And I'm different I don't conform I wear a different uniform I'm out of the blue and so you are, too Let me sing about one thing that's clear That nobody owns the pleasure of tones That belongs to a guy with no ear They tried to give me advice Down at the record shop I said sit down boys This may come as a shock What's all I listen to It's all freedom rock How can you free me How can you free me How can you free me How can you free me When I am free? Wooh, wooh I am free, ooh My name is Chip And I'm different I don't conform I wear a different uniform I'm out of the blue and so you are, too Let me sing about one thing that's clear That nobody owns the pleasure of tones That belongs to a guy with no ear |
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A lot of people love that Jerome
Did you know he missed his comb? All his life was in pain Made us laugh, he never did complain Brother Sam was more than OK Returned once more to save the day Slicked-back hair he did keep Making a heap, heap, heap, heap, heap If all you see is violence Then I make a plea in their defense Don't you know they speak vaudevillian? And for what it is hear what my theory is Some gibberish it is so serious What we need is more silly men Though underrated all the time Louis was so very fine Without him, imagine Did you know he could play the violin? Most important was brother Moe He was the one who made it so He got a Joe and another Joe He would not quit, he would not quit And Mr. White heard bad report And so it ends the two reeler short 'Cause you cannot do what you can't And Mr. White heard bad report And so it ends the two reeler short 'Cause you cannot do what you can't If all you see is violence Then I make a plea in their defense Don't you know they speak vaudevillian? |
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Once stood a man on my face
Ooh yeah, on my face Gobbled him up 'cause my taste Leaves nothing to waste Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that I say What is fair is fair That is fair and square to me Piano it marks the good pace Ooh yeah, the good pace Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass So turn up the bass Hear the fiddles as they play Hear the fiddles as they play What is fair is fair And the guitar player No metal, no brick, was no trace Oh, no, was no trace But machines moved on and still chased No particular place Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that I say What is fair is fair That is fair and square to me What is fair is fair That is fair and square to me |
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Ooh, ooh
Staring on into night Complete synapse I switched on something I did not see May I leave? I believe I might This sweet collapse Baby, I cannot get me free When you've got your fazer eyes on me Driving on into Where I do not know Shores that once were by the sea I'm seeing something that is not there It's so fast it's slow And it's playing with my memory And you've got your fazer eyes on me Accustomed to the frequency of glow, oh yeah You won't be frightened of the real thing after the show |
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See the scheming behemoth
Lickin' salts in their cave Being together's their zenith It's how they behave Now we're hangin' in tandem Six trillion miles a year How can direction be random When you're so near? I could stay here forever I could stay here forever Never bored with this All aboard, and I could stay here forever We've got some bills to pay And when we pay them off Maybe we'll get away, but If not, so what? I could stay here forever I could stay here forever (Behold the scheming behemoth It's how they behave) I could stay here forever I could stay here forever Never bored with this All aboard, and I could stay here forever I could stay here forever Never bored with this All aboard, and I could stay here forever |
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As fluorescents do
They blink o'er the floor Of her majestic halls Yeah, they do I hear surf on kazoo And I march with the militia of the mime Malicious are the times Malicious In the doors we all flew To see the great indoors Of her majestic stalls Yeah, we flew Waves break on the shore of the zoo And I see how Laurasia sure has changed Imaginary planes Imagine I hit the mall on every friday When it was biggest in the world The hostess with the mostest |
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You heard the sun today
There she blows, there she blows You saw the wind a'shining You don't know, you don't know You felt a tree that does fall You don't know, that's OK You don't have much taste for bouquet I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks So I bought a ticket to the freaks I saw a chicken with two heads Saw something else that was headless Then P.T. said, "See the egress." 'Cause you move when the salesman speaks I superabound But I still got nothing to do A space is made by telephone They thought time would be overthrown And they compiled a wish list From Mars duels to a dish kissed I tried to talk to the ishist But he was debating with his clone I superabound But I still got nothing to do Well, they thought it was a coup But they still got nothing to do You must see my domicile I had it built in decastyle The other day at the potlatch Come visiting was a sasquatch He said although I'm a mismatch Could I stay just for awhile? 'Cause the likes of us are few, yeah And we still got nothing to do I superabound But I still got nothing to do |
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Have you heard about big red?
They even bought a beebread rig To help the flowers in the mean space They're trying to make that place green Hope the bees will take away the storm Hope the trees will take away the storm Don't know how this whole thing started There was a crowd and then we parted Don't know if I'll ever go back It's a long way across all of this black Here I am in my bucket today In the middle Here I am in my bucket today In the middle They got a mule they call Sal Bulldozing up canal walls They're gonna tap that icecap too When they do they're gonna make that green map blue The weather is finally getting warm And the weather is really getting warm Don't know how this whole thing started There was a cloud and then it parted Don't know if I'll ever go back That's how I felt when I left that tarmac Here I am in my bucket today In the middle Here I am in my bucket today In the middle |
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The islands of Phoenix
In 2016 Are making it up with hardihood I'm done with adult matters I'm doing the catapult I've been meaning to get out of Hollywood Space is gonna do me good, ooh Space is gonna do me good It's not you I don't like No, the boy is the same I'm taking the turnpike There's no point in to blame, oh yeah Space is gonna do me good, ooh Space is gonna do me good It's not you I don't like No, the boy is the same I'm taking the turnpike There's no point in to blame, oh yeah Words of the man Ray If you want to stay tan Better to do it with a toy or a game, oh yeah |
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You know, I hear a lot of talk
So I'm headin' for the stereo store To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten Or maybe the interior Of somewhere like Siberia Yeah, the yak is back again Black harvest moon over my head, yes it was That billboard prose shinin' on me and it shines because It's been so long since my Telstar I hope it crashes in the sea Or maybe the interior Of somewhere like Siberia Yakety-yak is back again You know, I hear a lot of talk So I'm headin' for the stereo store To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten Black harvest moon over my head, yes it was That billboard prose shinin' on me and it shines because It's been so long since my Telstar I hope it crashes in the sea |
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I want to ask you fellows
Why do you shut me out? When I've driven every place that they call land I talk plain talk I've seen the moon sitting on the road And I don't eat no Chateaubriand And I drive my car under same stars Where the miles are, come back I demand Dear gentlemen, please let me in I don't know how I can make you understand I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band Hey friend, you know what I'd do If I was making the bucks Well, I'd move me to a place Where all they had was trucks 'Cause there's one thing that I can't stand There's one thing that I cannot stand One thing I cannot stand, can't stand Cannot stand, can't stand |
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Bad wicked world
Bad wicked world They are about dressed to deceive Conquistadores that have been sent Bad wicked world Bad wicked world Some sell him out, some won't believe An architect named David Vincent A man too long without sleep He took a wrong turn and people just laughed A ship that is not there, but he knows that it was A made a light and a buzz He's really hurtin' because People don't care And people think he's a creep He won't stop, just keeps on talkin' Just a tie and a suit, he's a low-life persuader Fist-throwin' crusader Against invaders Won't be mute Bad wicked world Bad wicked world Some sell him out, some won't believe An architect named David Vincent Bad wicked world Bad wicked world They are about, dressed to deceive Conquistadores that have been sent About once a week Another story is leaked and he's on it Just a suit and a tie, will it ever end He hasn't got a friend Pinkies that won't bend He really must try Bad wicked world Bad wicked world Some sell him out, some won't believe Architect David Vincent |
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It takes photon power and eight minutes of an hour
To make it to our sun And I know it sounds weird, but it'll take you four years To make the next one Expanding border That's the sauce of chaos And that's an order That's an order So stomp your feet and clap your hands Get outta your seat and do a little dance Lift up your voice and sing with glee Now listen carefully to me Desert your quarters Behold the pie in the sky And that's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order |
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