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The ghosts of my past were never half bad
But the future erodes like the enamel on my teeth.
And the man in the ward for traumas force fed the daytime dramas,
Or the mysteries of our secret societies.
But that's alright,
Cause if I should die tonight, let me die tonight.
I believe that life for me will sadly end in tragedy,
I need a good stiff drink before I feel alright.
This modern day Yossarian, I am what I am and that’s all that I am,
Plastic and molded, poetic and colder than ice.
But that's alright,
Cause if I should die tonight, let me die tonight.
All those rainy afternoons
Now we buy new things that already look used,
It’s a delicate dance towards détente
Now we cook the books just to get what we want
We smile and nod to hide the fact we’re confused.
The air brushed beauties of the magazines
Cling tight to the money and the Vaseline,
But the undertaker never gets the skin quite right.
And that once tanned summer body, its all cancerous and rotting,
Still stunning like a starlet in the late summer sunlight.
But that's alright,
Cause if I should die tonight, let me die tonight.
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Willy Loman
03:57
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They smashed the windows on me last night,
And they stole a few things from me.
But don’t you worry, I know I’ll be alright,
It helped me find what I really need.
There’s nothing like a gun to help decision,
To define the things that you hold dear.
It ain’t the money you earn all your life working,
But the hopes and dreams and promises of a next year.
There’s two ways to learn every lesson,
They say the old man, he ain’t got nothing left to give.
The easy way all you have to do is listen,
The hard way all you have to do is live.
You can’t measure a lifetime with three figures,
It was a curse that turned Midas’ touch to gold.
Misguided wishes come disguised as the wisest,
And misguided goals will leave a young man old.
In the morning when you look into the mirror,
Do you take the time to look into your soul?
And ask yourself, “just what is my purpose”
Would you bother to listen to what you’re told
I never thought I could relate to Willy Loman,
Or feel the tractor-beam of a lonely highway side tree.
Ain’t it funny, I now regret all my youthful ambitions,
All those hopes and dreams, and goals I seemed never to achieve.
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Brothers In The Way Back
03:39
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I wish my brother were here,
I wish my brother were here, oh Lord,
Oh Lord, I wish he were here.
I wish my brother were here,
I wish my brother were here, oh Lord,
Oh Lord, if he were here…
If he were here we’d crack a beer and toast the old times,
The hard truths and the cold lies,
The big fish, that become our lives.
I wish my brother were here,
I wish my brother were here, oh Lord,
Oh Lord, if he were here…
If he were here we’d take a ride down to the dock side,
The high tides and the low tides of our lives,
the things we survived.
There ain’t no liar like an honest man,
There ain’t no such thing as a master plan
Its just us, brother you and I,
Brother you and I.
I wish my brother were here,
I wish my brother were here, oh Lord,
Oh Lord, I wish he were here.
I wish my brother were here,
I wish my brother were here, oh Lord,
Oh Lord, if he were here…
If he were here we’d talk of fear and of the future,
Old wounds and fresh sutures,
All the winners and the losers in this game,
and how we’ll never change.
There ain’t no liar like an honest man,
There ain’t no such thing as a master plan
Its just us, brother you and I,
Brother you and I.
Now if the pack that you’re carrying grows too heavy,
And the road that you’re traveling seems too long...
No matter where you roam,
You ain’t on your own,
You can always come back home.
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A Lapsed Catholic
03:48
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Which way did Jesus Go,
Can you tell me mister, I don’t know,
I was supposed to meet him further on up this road,
Which way did Jesus Go?
Which way did Jesus Go,
So many people say they think they know,
And say they speak for our old lost John Doe,
Which way did Jesus Go?
Which way did Jesus Go,
is he with Muhammad and just laying low,
Watching their teams going toe to toe,
Which way did Jesus Go?
Which way did Jesus Go,
do you think he’s locked up in some old chateau,
Just licking letters to the last game show,
Which way did Jesus Go?
Or is it a cargo-cult science?
If we act so exact, and execute precisely,
We just might bring him back.
Which way did Jesus Go,
is he on the Cumberland Plateau,
Just picking bluegrass on his old banjo,
Which way did Jesus Go?
Which way did Jesus Go,
I’d like to share a smoke and short convo,
I think he’d be cooler than those dudes in Rome,
Which way did Jesus Go?
Or is it a cargo-cult science?
If we act so exact, and we execute precisely,
We just might bring him back.
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Leaving of Liverpool
03:27
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Farewell to you, my own true love,
River Mersey, fare thee well.
I am bound for California,
A place that I know right well
So fare thee well, my own true love,
When I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me,
But my darling when I think of thee.
Now I signed on a yankee clipper ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
And her Captain's name, it is Burgess,
And they say that she's a floating shame.
So fare thee well, my own true love,
When I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me,
But my darling when I think of thee.
Now I've sailed with Burgess once before,
And I think that I know him well,
If a man's a sailor he will get along,
If he's not, then he's sure in hell.
So fare thee well, my own true love,
When I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me,
But my darling when I think of thee.
Oh the sun is on the harbour, love,
How I wish that I could remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time,
Before I see you again.
So fare thee well, my own true love,
When I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me,
But my darling when I think of thee.
So fare thee well, my own true love,
When I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me,
But my darling when I think of thee.
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