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I like to think I am doing fine
But the writing’s on the wall
I try to walk the straightest line
But now I’m about to fall
I try and try to take my time
But I’m early for the ball
Now before I change my mind
And end up with them all
I don’t always drink whisky
But when I do it’s 'cause of you
I don’t always get it wrong
But you tell me when I do
I don’t always toe the line
And stay sober when I’m blue
I don’t always drink whisky
But when I do it’s 'cause of you
I like to think I have the nerve
To tell it straight and true
I try to throw a little curve
To see you follow through
I try and try to preserve
The strength to resist you
I keep a little in reserve
To do just what it do
I don’t always drink whisky
But when I do it’s 'cause of you
I don’t always get it wrong
But you tell me when I do
I don’t always toe the line
And stay sober when I’m blue
I don’t always drink whisky
But when I do it’s 'cause of you
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If life was flying to a destination
If love were a train pulling out the station
I'd walk the aisle trying to stay in line
Searching for a place I could call all mine
And I wouldn't sit in the middle stuck in between
I've been before - it’s not all it’s made out to be
I would take the window so that I could see the world
All the beauty that awaits to be unfurled
Or I might take the aisle cause that's where the people are
Reminding me that they are not that far
As I travel on the journey from beginning to the end
I cannot help but try my best to comprehend
That the places we choose to be our better selves
Are right there with everybody else
And love is
Waiting on the outside
Holding fast, speeding by
I could grab it if i tried
And love is
Found in those near by
Lives intertwined, hearts aligned
We’re inclined to magnify
Our love.....
So why do I choose to stay in the middle
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Six years ago the world went kinda shit
Mango Mussolini, then that fucking Brexit
Shock ruled across the land, nothing went at all to plan
Man, in 2016, shit really hit the fan
We lost Bowie, we lost Prince,
Alan Rickman too
The mere memory makes me wince
What the hell are we gon’ do, but
Dicks out, dicks out for Harambe
Ain’t no one got to Heaven since Harambe
Zika and fake news, we got the post truth era blues
‘Cause some numb nut zookeeper shot poor Harambe
So many things went off the rails that year
Two weeks in and shit really went into high gear
Things steadily got worse, filling Rupert Murdoch’s purse
What the fucking is hap’ning, some ancient Mayan curse?
Keith Emerson and Cohen
Muhammad Ali too
Can’t see where this is goin’
But these memes are tried and true, so
Dicks out, dicks out for Harambe
Ain’t no one got to Heaven since Harambe
Zika and fake news, we got the post truth era blues
‘Cause some numb nut zookeeper shot poor Harambe
The way things went it is a crying shame
Nakatomi plaza will never be the same
Heaven got a killer band, Presidents spray tanned
Ain’t really surprising, it’s totally on brand
They took my man Gene Wilder
Carrie Fisher too
If 2016 had an ass it’d be spitting out my shoe
Dicks out, dicks out for Harambe
Ain’t no one got to Heaven since Harambe
Zika and fake news, we got the post truth era blues
‘Cause some numb nut zookeeper shot poor Harambe
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I’m not a day drinker as a rule
but it’s not everyday I’m made to feel the fool
I’m not ashamed to drink this bar bone-dry
thought I’d feel much worse to look the devil in the eye
I thought I got right underneath your skin
now it seems you’ve got that lazy eye again
Some kinds of love were built to run too fast
Our kind of love was never built to last
if there’s a shadow of a doubt
I’ll take it back
you wore me out
change my mind
say I’m wrong
it was in the cards all along
these ten-cent stars
could realign
you never know
so change my mind
It was so loud that first night at the bar
I bought you drinks, you ran your hands down my guitar
To tell the truth, I never would have bet
That kind of joy don’t give me nothing but regrets
if there’s a shadow of a doubt
I’ll take it back
you wore me out
change my mind
say I’m wrong
it was in the cards all along
these ten-cent stars
could realign
you never know
so change my mind
If you ask me now, I guess I shoulda known
I’m a busy signal, you’re my dial tone
You’re the star, we’re all just cameos
Can’t change the wind that changed
The way it blows
if there’s a shadow of a doubt
I’ll take it back
you wore me out
change my mind
say I’m wrong
it was in the cards all along
these ten-cent stars
could realign
you never know
so change my mind
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Somebody’s getting older, can’t fight the hands of time
Not looking over my shoulder, I know it’s all a state of mind
Never bought into the glory days, feel better now in my skin
Live through the days, let the guitar strings play
Fight on until we win, and
Wait my turn…
Hearts burning strong, what keeps us young!
It’s a spark and a feeling and it’s never believing, our time is done
What keeps us young
Never chased after the money, maybe I should have tried
Not gonna say I did everything right but I know where I stand inside
See through the eyes of my people, help them to find the way
Challenges, triumphs and all we experience
Live every single day!
With lessons learned…
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Drunk Uncle
I got a drunk uncle who only votes republican
Doesn’t care for immigrants especially if they’re Mexican
Or for that matter anyone who doesn’t look just like him
So in other words he only wants an entire nation
Of 300 pound, stupid, rehab dropouts, living off the government
By the way, did I say, he hates the government
Unless he's cashing a check from them
I won't go
Anywhere near that asshole
Refuse all family holidays
No thanksgiving no birthdays
I won’t accept his shitty Christmas gift again
What will I do without that 15 bucks to Bennigan's
I got a drunk uncle, who’s never heard of Instagram
So he posts Rambo Trump photos on a Facebook page for MAGA fans
Aunt Suzy cries at night, ‘cause he leaves lotion on his night stand
Laptop open to a screen of hintai Sarah Palin
Hasn’t worked an honest day since 2013 when he got on disability
Nobody else but him deserves disability…it’s seriously sprained knee
I won't go
Anywhere near that asshole
Refuse all family holidays
No thanksgiving no birthdays
I won’t accept his shitty Christmas gift again
What will I do without that 10 bucks to Bennigan's
How did it get this way
He played catch with me in my younger days
Fox News on a loop
Will make you angry and confused
They know exactly what it is they do
Thank you Tucker for fucking up families everywhere
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MY CAT IS A MEME
MY LIFE IS LIKE A MOVIE SCREEN
WHERE I PROJECT ALL MY DREAMS
AND I TRY TO MAKE SENSE OF WHAT IT ALL MEANS
AND MY CAT IS A MEME
SOMETIMES I WANNA SCREAM
AT THE BLACK SKY
AND THE MURKY SEA
AND I TRY TO MAKE SENSE OF WHAT IT MEANS
AND MY CAT IS A MEME
MY WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN
AGAINST THE GRAIN
FAR FROM THE CROWD
OVER THE HILL
UNDER THE MUSHROOM CLOUD
MY CATS A MEME SAY IT LOUD
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LYRICS
Lately I’m lost in these thoughts running deep
Pondering on during time meant for sleep
Wearing my fingernails down to the bone
Drinking my coffee too late
Leaving my food on the plate
Waking up early to listen to birds sing and
Hurrying up just to wait
Full conversations with no one around
Losing my arguments, losing my ground
Wearing this cellophane crown on my throne
Sitting in darkness all night
Acting like I see the light
Waking up anxious and wandering thanklessly
Someone come tell me I’m right
Desperate and diligent, dirty and numb
Sharp as a whistle and hard as a drum
Wearing my patience out all on my own
Been on my bullshit too long
Someone come tell me I’m wrong
Wasting my sanity, health, and humanity
Taking my time til it’s gone, gone, gone
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William Nesmith - Grumpy
02:52
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Grumpy, grumpy x3
Why you got that look on yo face
Grumpy, grumpy x3
Why you always acting so stank
Always catty, always rude
Always acting like it’s cute
Got a Squidward attitude
And no matter the scene
You are always so meme
Why you always got a frown
Bringing everybody down
Need to turn that thang around
Cause the fun is on pause
When you bring out your claws
And it’s stressing me out
Been depressing me now
You’re a sourpuss
You’re a gloomy Gus
Go away Debbie Downer
You can’t sit with us
Cause you always talking trash
Like you’re Oscar the Grouch
It’s just negative, negative negative
When you open your mouth
Why you gotta be so critical?
Got me all in my feelings
Tryna make the whole world miserable?
You have gotta be kitten
G-R-U-M-P-Y
Maybe now you’ll see why
When you hit my phone up
I don’t ever reply
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Shane Doggett - Boots
03:51
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Boots
Brogans, Timberlands, Vince Camuto, Stetson too
Heels, lows, steel toes- some polished, some have their scars
These cities, these suburbs, these small towns
Drop in unwelcome you'll have found
These boots are on the ground
Shit kickers, Back country pickers
Men of the forest, men of the streets
We are many, and plenty, and varied: don't forget it
Brogans, Timberlands, thigh-highs, Doc Martens too
Heels, lows, steel toes- some polished, some have their scars
Shit kickers, Back country pickers
Men of the forest, men of the streets
We are many, and plenty, and varied: don't forget it...
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