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An Introduction
00:19
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Ladies and Germs... EdTing & The Chips!
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2. |
Fish Fry
02:58
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My oh my, we've got some pretty big fish to fry,
We've got some pretty big fish to fry, my oh my.
My oh my, we've got some pretty big fish to fry,
We've got some pretty big fish to fry, my oh my.
Last weekend I barely made it out alive
I told myself I'd take some time and give sober a try
But that was a lie
My oh my
My oh my, we've got some mighty big fish to fry,
We've got some mighty big fish to fry, my oh my.
My oh my, we've got some mighty big fish to fry,
We've got some mighty big fish to fry, my oh my.
I can feel my senses fading fast from every corner of my mind
The last thought I caught I thought I might not make it out this time
I might go blind
My oh my
My oh my, we've got some pretty big fish to fry,
We've got some pretty big fish to fry, my oh my.
My oh my, we've got some pretty big fish to fry,
We've got some pretty big fish to fry, my oh my.
The morning comes like venom
God I wish that I had died
But by evening I am fiending for another whiskey rye
And I don't know why
My oh My
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3. |
Kerouac's Curse
04:06
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The day I turned 16 I bought a tank of gasoline and I hit the road.
A Karauac’s skeleton key,
adventures that were calling to me,
man I had to go.
You were all alone, duffle bag in tow.
A similar soul, from long ago
We headed south on 95,
your heavy foot and my eagle eye, we didn’t pay no tolls.
Set cruise on the centerline, the Fillmore West in 69,
freewheeling and stoned.
As wheels did roll, my heart was stole, no longer alone.
My heart took control. As ever is so… on the road
You were a rebel with a punk attitude,
day dreaming about your next tattoo, impulsive and bold.
You were wild with a hole in your sleeve,
a raconteur with a story to weave, misquoting Rousseau.
Yeah, that’s all we know. How time moves slow… until you get old.
Then time turns to gold. As ever is so…. On the road
Now instead of wheels we ride a rocking chair,
and sit and bitch about our Medicare while I drink and you sow.
Lost in thoughts about our younger
days when a dream could set the world ablaze,
and we could pick up and go.
Now all we know is that time moves slow,
until you get old. Then time turns to gold
As ever is so, on the road.
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You were a good soul and you left too soon.
You were the one who taught me what it meant to be cool
Now you’re gone but you’re not forgotten.
You’ll live on through me
You played me all those indie bands.
Taught me what compassion meant and how to understand.
You showed me magic tricks and rolling stone.
And that when you’re hearts with family you’ll never be alone
Now you’ll never be alone.
The books you read, you passed on to me
And they shaped my mind and the man I’ve come to be
Then you got sick and your health started to fail
Now every night I ask myself why I wasn’t there
I should have been there by your bedside
You’d order Jamieson Whiskey
Now every toast I raise mentions your name.
This one’s for Bob...
You were a good soul and you left too soon.
You were the one who taught me what it meant to be cool
Now you’re gone but you’re not forgotten.
You’ll live on through me
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5. |
The 7 Stages of Murder
04:25
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I woke up at dawn with a pride-swallowing siege
Over the dad of the daughter that I married.
Oh those things that he said, man, I could not believe,
So I stabbed him with an ice pick in his sleep
They found him in the house he occupied all alone
After the Mrs. had passed away.
And the detective at the door said, “Dad’s three days dead,
And we’re looking for a motive in the murder”.
The next three days felt like three decades
Amounting to my thirty years.
But the worst of my fears was not my wife’s tears,
Then materializing with a knock at the door.
A neighbor had seen me leaving the scene,
That night three evenings ago,
And my boot print had frozen a path straight from his door,
As I walked away that night in the snow.
I then thought about his tombstone and the dates that they’d engrave
And how I defined the line between them
And If my life could still be saved
I packed my bag, It was time for me to go.
The road was calling out my name.
And if I stayed to face my fate, there’d be no one I could blame
And they’d separate my body from my soul.
I then pictured my own tombstone and how death tolls a souls decay
And of the fire of the brimstone
And how all bright lights seem to fade
They tracked me out to the desert.
A cruiser threw dirt in the air.
I reached for my hardware...
Oh no,
all the silver and gold couldn’t buy me time or save my festered soul
Hey Hey, but what’s life anyway,
if not a steady and destined march to the grave.
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6. |
Aloha Honey!
01:04
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You're loco, my baby
You drive me so crazy
I bought a one way ticket to the island of Hawaii
But once there I found this to be true:
That paradise just ain't that nice without you
Hula Hula Hula girl, wahines by the pool,
They shake around and make me wile out like a fool
It might seem nice but it just ain't right without you
No it just ain't nice here in paradise without you
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7. |
Orlando Bloom
03:34
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It was 1995, a good year to be a live,
Jenny was in high school it was her freshman year,
She was young and immature, and still she wasn’t sure,
If she truly liked boys or was just fitting in.
But Johnny thought she was the one, man he swore he was in love,
He tried to ask her out so many countless times.
But she always would deny, and wouldn’t give John a try,
She was having silly thoughts about kissing girls.
Then in 2003, with an undergrad degree,
Jenny left the closet and said she found herself.
She made plans to become man, moved in with her friend Diane,
Marched in a few parades and grew her leg hair out.
The hormone pills came next, to flatten out her chest,
She grew a black mustache and changed her name to Bob.
And soon her parents could not recall what sex child they’d had at all,
She was a studly handsome man, she looked like Orlando Bloom
You’d have to put them both in the same room,
For you to notice,
For you to care,
You’d have to open up your eyes to see,
That love follows catastrophe,
And your heart, that’s prone to atrophy,
Just like any muscle if you don’t use it
Then in 2010 their paths both crossed again,
Johnny swore to Bob that he knew him from somewhere.
It took him a moment to think, then his eyes gave a wild blink,
As he said, “SWEET GOD JENNY, IS THAT REALLY YOU”?!!
The hormone pills came next, John grew out to small breasts,
And he tried the smokey eye trick and bought a lovely dress.
He then changed his name to Gwen and asked Bob out again.
And the two felt so deeply and madly in love.
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Hey bus driver, keep the change, bless your children, give them names
Don't trust men who walk with canes
Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in VistaVision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show
Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs
Rex said that lady left him limp
Love's like that
It sure is
Queen of Diamonds, Ace of Spades, newly discovered lovers of the Everglades
They take a full page ad out in the trades to announce their arrival
And Mary Lou, she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope
The Daily News asks her for the dope
She says, "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"
Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky young matador
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Baby what did I do now?
I see you pacing back and forth and your silence always chills me to the bone.
I search my memory but I can’t seem to see why you’re making me feel so alone.
But way deep down inside, I think that I might know.
My hearts darkest lie, locked up in my soul.
Darling would you stop your frantic cleaning?
Sit down at this table and tell me what’s been on your mind.
It hurts me when your teardrops are the reason that you cannot stop
to look me in the eye.
But I can’t say I’m not nervous, afraid of what you’ll find.
My souls darkest secret locked up deep inside.
Darling what do you want to hear?
Cause I’d tell you anything just to cover up these feelings I feel.
Confession is a cure all and although my sins may be small,
I know these words won’t heal.
Subconscious assaults the surface, afflicting all that’s real.
False reason that my conscious no longer can conceal.
Darling where do we go now?
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10. |
The Chops
02:53
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All our friends have all moved on
But we got this band and we got these songs
And we’ve got this feeling like it’s the last shot we’ll ever take
I hope it’s not too late
Now you can take it, take it, take it, take it all by yourself
Front like you can run it, don’t need anyone else
But a dreamers only dreaming without some help off the shelf
Come on, we can make it together
Cause there’s a fire burning deep down inside
And it’s that fire that keeps us alive
It’s that desire in our hearts that will never surrender
So brother if you’re taking a drive
I got my seat saved on your passenger side
And if we run into some trouble it will be just fine
Cause this band is a bond forever
Now you take it, take it, take it, take it for all that it’s worth
This flame has been burning in our bellies since birth
And if you block up the way, boy you’re bound to get hurt
Come on, we could do so much better
We were kids with a couple of chords
Notebook paper with some words in a drawer
Spilling our guts on the floor:
I want to be remembered
Now we take it, take it, take it leaving nothing behind
We owe it to the moment; this omen’s clear and defined
Together we stand, divided we die
Singing songs off our favorite records
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