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Round 36, Week 9

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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Scaferlati cigarettes That old Kentucky burn Jailor, spin the tape again And tell me what you learn I hear the hammers calling The hangman’s mouth a foam Got me a baker’s dozen Disciples in my home Loved them in my way, I did Ligatures and all No, they’ll never leave me But they’re reeking in the hall Dressed in dolly’s clothes, they are My loves, they all but burn The stinking of their passion To feel their flesh, I yearn Sorry, lost my way, I have The blood does flow, I say Do you have a tissue?
 I haven’t wanked today Scaferlati cigarettes That old Kentucky burn Jailor, spin the tape again And tell me what you learn Drunken loving man I was All tits and candy floss ‘Fraid my latest crush, he feeds My garden’s haircap moss The coppers they came running I told all was to tell Though they barely listened I acquitted myself well Yes, I am a monster And I love a pint of beer Maybe I was made this way For the crime of being queer I hear the hammers calling The hangman’s mouth a foam Got me a baker’s dozen Disciples in my home
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Oh, mother I could use a friend these days No one has the time for one so different In her ways You think me but a fool to be so bold He always seems to be there when I Need a hand to hold I know they find the notion so absurd They know that I can’t hear them But I see their every word They say he had the mischief, by the by But when he comes to visit, there’s such Sadness in his eyes some folks let their mysteries define ‘em But I’ll take my friends where I can find ‘em we paint a pretty picture, through and through He, in his red cap, and me, my bonnet all in blue The shadows flit behind the carriageway Spirits stir inside me when he Calls me out to play And if I’m cast from Salem’s sacred halls At least I’ve found a friend To hold me when the madness calls So, Mother, let me stay a little while Against all better senses I have Found myself beguiled some folks let their mysteries define ‘em But I’ll take my friends where I can find ‘em
3.
THE LAST MAN THE LAST MAN STANDING SAT ALONE IN A ROOM HE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR FACE TO FACE WITH DOOM THE MIRROR SHATTERED AND SCATTERED LIKE A SWARM OF BEES THE LAST MAN ON EARTH COULD IT BE ME THE LAST MAN STANDING OPENS UP THE DOOR PICKS UP A NEWSPAPER DATED 1804 DID I LAND IN THE PAST DID I LOSE CONTROL DID I FALL THROUGH EARTH INTO A BLACKHOLE DID I LAND IN THE PAST DID I LOSE CONTROL DID I FALL THROUGH EARTH INTO A BLACKHOLE THE LAST MAN STANDING
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No one understands me No one even tries I can feel the darkness Growing up inside Everyday I wake up And I wonder why I’m even alive Everybody hates me I always get it wrong No one’s even listening What if I was gone? Always been a failure Why’m I holding on I think I belong There on the other side I’ve had enough of this life Let go and close my eyes Take me tonight Take me tonight No one even likes me They barely play pretend All I’ve ever wanted was to have a friend You can lean on me now We can make a plan Your sadness will end Can’t you see it hurts me Every time you try Say you really mean it But you’re still alive I want you to be happy I want you in my life, but I’ll help you to fly (Help me to fly to the) There on the other side You’ve (I’ve) had enough of this life Let go and close your (my) eyes Take me tonight (I’ll take you tonight) Take me tonight (but let’s do this right) I am afraid (Just keep going you’re almost there) Please won’t you stay (Don’t you worry, I’ll be right here) I love you (I love you) I love you (I love you) It’s never goodbye (I love you, now die) Conrad? You’re on the other side There’s no more dark, only light Reach up and touch the sky It’s never goodbye It’s never goodbye It’s never goodbye
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LYRICS The singer of the boy band blew his mind out in a car And all the major label heads could say Was “Find another just like him, we cannot lose a star” So they got a replacement lad to walk like this and stand like that Then they got rid of the body straight away And the ghost of James McCartney can’t make a single sound And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be found The new replacement singer still played left-handed guitar And made convincing faces for the fans But something got real messy when he tried to write a song So in came six or seven men to make it sound like it had been But all ghostwriters are haunted in their plans ‘Cause the ghost of James McCartney can’t write a single word And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be heard Today it’s been three times as long as when he was alive And all the major label heads can say Is “Boys, we’re in here way too deep, we cannot drop the lie” So still that same replacement man’s imprisoned by this desperate scam And he wonders if there’s any other way But the ghost of James McCartney can’t say a single word And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be heard And the ghost of James McCartney can’t make a single sound And the ghost of James McCartney is dying to be found

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The assignment this week (finally, he says!) comes from Dale:

"A significant percentage of my songs are loose narratives based on historical events, folklore, or ghost stories. Take a stab (pun intended) at writing something that fits within that paradigm, the spookier the better!”

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released April 25, 2022

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