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I wanna tell you a story about a man, and his fam
Story of a huckster, a liar, pretending to give a damn
Mango Mussolini, and his entourage of fools
Gonna set the world on fire, if it means the liberals lose
There’s a shitstorm of ‘em, and they’re coming for you soul
They pawned off theirs for the favor of a drooling dolt
Have you seen his young’uns, they some sorry sacks of shit too
Butthead, Beavis, and that bottle blonde bitch takin’ everything they can loot
Ain’t ever seen so much stupid in all my days
People buying into the dumbest damn shit that man say
Might be irreverent, but it’s American as apple pie
Time for protest songs in the streets or democracy may die
All these ancient grifters done lost their goddamn minds
McConnell, Cruz, and that Hannity rat, digging’ up whatever shit they can find
It’s don’t matter if it’s made up or true, alternative facts or horse shit
Gotta hang on to power no matter who or what they acquit
Ain’t ever seen so much stupid in all my days
People buying into the dumbest damn shit that man say
Might be irreverent, but it’s American as apple pie
Time for protest songs in the streets or our democracy may die
There’s more rot on the hill than in a fishmonger’s week old trash
Better get your ass to the polls or they’ll keep on this track unabashed
Might have been Newt that poisoned the well, might have been Nixon or Reagan too
Mighty tired of all them numb nut fucks that’s playin’ us all for fools
Ain’t ever seen so much stupid in all my days
People buying into the dumbest damn shit that man say
Might be irreverent, but it’s American as apple pie
Time for protest songs in the streets or our democracy may die
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How many times have we tried
Things just didn’t work out
We just scream and shout
Or wallow in our doubt
How many times have we been here
This tired dusty room
This worn out old shoe
Four walls Without a view
We should tear it all down
Brick by brick. Nail by nail
Down to the floor
And see if it’s worth trying for
How many times have we faked it
For each other’s sake
For fear our hearts would break
What difference did it make
We should tear it all down
Brick by brick. Nail by nail
Down to the floor
And see if it’s worth trying for
Bridge:
Sometimes hearts get bruised
But just like fruit
sweetness still remains
Will we listen to our hearts
Or to our brains?
We should tear it all down
Brick by brick. Nail by nail
Down to the floor
And see if it’s worth trying for
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3. |
Luke Payne - Just To Say
03:56
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Red Beats pumping Tchaikovsky
Sunday morning Herald Square
Strangers shuffling past me
I’m there but I’m not there
Twilight capitalism
Such a sleek and cold affair
Marcy’s making eyes at me
With demure resolve to spare
You were my perfect blue raincoat
You made the weather dissolve
You taught me a taste for transcendence
You gave me a puzzle to solve
This is just to say I’m sorry
For the plums and so many other things
I was young and foolish
As overwrought as these strings
Lifting me out of this moment
Bernstein with the New York Phil
Anguish frozen like the Hudson
December day gray and still
You kissed me in the archway
You set my heart on fire
Red and orange clouds billowed
Golden plumes of desire
Red Beats pumping Tchaikovsky
Sunday morning Herald Square
Strangers shuffling past me
I’m there but I’m not there
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Doug Davis - Bananas
02:06
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I had no time to write to you
I’m all weighed down with things to do
And in this world of mixed-up feelings
Deception and despair
There’s one thing I would like to say to you
Bananas, bananas
The color and the shape
Bananas, and bananas,
And furthermore, a grape
If you’ll forgive a little cheek
And give me just another week
I’ll write a story for the ages
An epic melody
But here, today the only thing I’ve got
Bananas, bananas
your taste buds’ great escape
Bananas, and bananas,
And furthermore, a grape
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Some days the pressure, it gets to me
Pressing down too hard to even breathe
Dreaming of a place to run and hide away
Underneath a coconut tree
Maybe somewhere tropical, you up for it?
Hoping that you come along with me
Share a sip of nectar, frozen with a twist
Underneath a coconut tree
Underneath a coconut tree
Sun is shining, ooh
Birds at play oooh
Cant stop smiling, ooh
The world is far far away
Palm trees listen in our conversation
Thankful they have nowhere else to be
Waves are playing rhythms
Like a jazz man on the gig
Underneath a coconut tree
Close my eyes and savor this sweet fantasy
Remember all the drama and believe
We all need an escape from our reality
Underneath a coconut tree
Underneath a coconut tree
Sun is shining, ooh
Birds at play oooh
Cant stop smiling, ooh
The world is far far away
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