1. |
Love That Sound
02:56
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I’ve tried to be Frank
I’ve tried to be tough
I’ve tried to cut the milk with a shriek from my gut
I’ve tried to be gruff
But it sounds like a like when I let out a yelp, oh my
Kill your idols I’ve heard them say
It’s getting hard to do these days
I love that sound
Try it out
Again
You know you can
I’ve tried to be Brian
I’ve tried to be strange
I’ve tried to get the beach seeping into my brain
I’ve tried it vain
Cause it’s not quite right when I ah-ah-AH-ah-ah
Kill your idols I’ve heard it said
But what’s the difference when they’re dead
I love that sound
Try it out
Again
You know you can
I know you love that sound
I know you love that sound….
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2. |
Favorite
00:30
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I’ve got a favorite font
I use it on my business cards
Do ya want one for your files?
Don’t worry, I’ve got piles back at home
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3. |
Rutger
02:27
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When I’m tightly wound
It shows up on my shirts
From the sweat on the back of my neck
I’ve tried to wash it out
But nothing does the trick
So I’m adjusting the way that I dress
Instead of button-downs
And shopping at the Gap
Only leather and nothing but black
So when I turn around
There will be a cold wind
Hitting the hairs on my chest
I’m looking for a new look
I’m looking for a style
I’m thinking about makeup
At least around the eyes
I’m reddening my lips
And rubbing in the blush
On my cheeks to distract from my scruff
When I wear my heels
It shows up in my hips
From the jazz that I sling when I strut
When I’m passing by
I can hear you whisper
Something sinister under your breath
You say I’m not a man
Well come and get a whiff
Of the stink that I keep in my pits
I’m thinking of a new thing
I’m thinking of a style
I want a tighter blue jean
At least around the thighs
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4. |
Certain Things
03:06
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I’m a little bit foggy now
but I remember we were sitting on the couch
on the night of graduation day
when that kid punched in the wall
I’m a little bit older now
but I can’t look back and not regret how
I never took my shot before
the house began to clear
I remember the pants I wore
and how awkwardly they fit
I always wondered if I had read you right and caught your drift
Won’t forget
Haven’t yet
Certain things
I regret
Looking back
I was dumb
Certain things
Should have done
I’m a little bit hazy now
but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud
and that I do not sometimes think about
that spot behind the stairs
I’m a little bit boring now
but there were times that I could make you laugh out loud
and the one that comes to mind
the night you let me cut your hair
Well it’s all a bit rosy now
and whenever I reflect
I remember the certain rosy sweetness of your breath
I’m a little bit older now and I’m trying not to dwell
on things that didn’t go so well
I’m a little bit wiser now but it might be hard to tell…
Won’t forget
Haven’t yet
Certain things
I regret
Looking back
I was dumb
Certain things
Should have done
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5. |
Shake Hands
03:13
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It's nice to meet you take my hand
Why don't you shake it best you can
I'm limp in the fingers, I'm limp in the mind
I'm limp in the fingers all of the time
I rarely meet somebody new
and fall to pieces when I do
You reach out your fingers
I'm reaching out mine
we reach out our fingers at the same time
It's hard
To shake hands
Like a man
It's hard to shake hands and say
"I'm young and confident
I'm in control of my life and emotions
and everything's going the way that I planned"
Let's make a business deal
between two gents
with an act of trust and acumen
Let's spit on our palms and make
a sacred pact that can't be broke
so help me god
That's quite a grip your boy's got there
His hands are small but oh-so strong
He's squeezing my fingers, he's squeezing em fine
He's squeezing my fingers awfully tight
If your acquaintance I should make
Please do forgive my frail embrace
It's all in the fingers, it's all in the mind
It's all in the fingers when the entwine
It's hard
to shake hands
Like a man
It's hard to shake hands and say
"I'm young and confident,
I'm in control of my life and emotions
and everything's going the way that I planned"
We shake hands...
Way that I planned...
Make new plans….
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6. |
Talking To Girls
02:13
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How easy
Would it be
To walk up right up to you and say
Like your face
Dig your hair
I look out for you every day
I'd like to get to know you
But for now
It's only a chemical thing
Is that right
It’s not fair
I'm sure it's not on your mind
If we were drunk
At a dance
Maybe I could forget about
The politics and inhibitions
I have about this sorta thing
(What sorta thing?)
Ya know…
(No)
Talking to girls.
Talking to girls
…is hard
Introduce yourself
….to start
You could ask her to dance
...or not
Believe in yourself
Forget about
Your reticence and misconceptions
You have about this sort of thing
(What sorta thing?)
Ya know…
(What sorta thing!?)
Ya knoow……
(No)
Talking to girls
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7. |
Things To Change Blues
03:28
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Conditions are perfect
I've got nothing but time
I've raised the antenna
and I've cleared my mind
I'm waiting for something
and I'll know when it hits
Waiting's the pits.
I'm waiting for lightning to strike
But when does that happen twice
Never in a single lifetime
Why should I try?
Feels like I've got nothing left to say
What's in the news I haven't been out today
I've never done yoga
I've been meaning to try
I'd like to be nimble
and I'd like to be spry
When I'm 35
Later in life.
Now I'm in position
The planets aligned
My chakras are open
and all of that jive
Awaiting transmission
A shimmering light
Give it a night.
I'm waiting for things to go right
But when does that happen twice,
Never in a single lifetime
Why should I try?
Feels like something's missing from my brain
Where'd I go wrong, can anyone else explain?
Feels like something's missing from my brain
I'm through waiting for things to change
Blues….
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8. |
Grow Up
03:22
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I don't want the bills to pay
Responsibilities and such
I want some peace and quiet
I don't want to settle down
Go bald and father any sons
I don’t want to get tied down
No I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t like the way that it sounds
I don’t wanna grow up
And though they try
To waste my time
I know that every single bit of it is mine
And though I may
Grow old in time
I know that I don’t wanna
I don't want to think about
The colonoscopies to come
Don't even wanna try it
I don't want my joints to swell
Arthritis knockin' on my bones
I don’t want to get bogged down
No I don’t wanna grow up
Difficulty moving around
No I don’t wanna grow up
And though they say
That I’ve got time
And that I shouldn’t let it occupy my mind
Some things will change
And so will I
Even if I don’t wanna…
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9. |
Think Of Me
02:10
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I know you're watching
I know you see
I know you're keeping tabs on me
Do you still like me?
And hold me dear?
Do you still think of me when I'm not there?
Will you forget me?
And let me go?
Will I be someone that you used to know?
I wish you'd wonder
I wish you'd stare
I wish you’d
Think of me when I'm not there
While you twist a strand hair
Round your pointer finger fair
And sigh…….
Do you think of me?
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10. |
Night Life
01:13
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Night life
When the artificial light
Starts irritate your eyes
In the middle of the night
Night life
When your friends are not around
Cause they’ve all gone out of town
To the others that they’ve found
Night life
And the quiet that unfolds
The kind you’ve come to know
When you spend your nights alone
On your Saturdays at home
That’s that night life
(put your favorite movie on and say goodnight…)
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11. |
To The Movies
02:18
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I've got a favorite film
It's not the only one I know
Do ya wanna see a movie?
I could take you Tuesday in my car…
I've got a favorite song
I like to sing it in the shower
Baby- Have I been the one you love?
Am I who you're dreaming of?
It's on my mix tape for the ride
To the theater
In my four-seater
We could take a little breather on the way
My favorite movie's playing and I don't wanna go alone
Just tell me what I have to do
To make you want to come along
I've got a favorite haunt
A quiet place where we could go
Should I come around and getcha
I'm rubbin up against ya in my mind
My favorite movie's playing and I don't wanna go alone
Just tell me what I have to do
To make you want to come along
With me
It's my favorite one
Come on, let's go
To the movies
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12. |
Just What I Like
03:23
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If being cautious is wrong
I don't want to be right
If I'm given the time
It's just what I like
Don't go out
On a limb
Oh
Always weighing the risk
Up against the reward
You can plan to be safe
You can plan to be bored
Suck it up
Think it through
Oh
Recommend what you might
I don't care what is right
Cause it's just what I like
You can save your advice for later
When I want it
If using Q-tips is wrong
I don't want to be right
When there’s wax in my ears
It's just what I like
Little one
Do your thing
Oh
Doctor's say it's no good
Cotton swabs in your ear
But I twirl em around
And I like how it feels
Pull em out
And they're gold
Oh
Recommend what you might
I don't care what is right
Cause it's just what I like
You can save your advice for later
When I want it
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13. |
Nice Life
03:58
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I take a bite
Of a nectarine so ripe
Sitting out on the veranda
Still in my pajamas after two
Two PM
Juice is running down my chin
Wipe my face off with a towel
And my mind begins to travel
To a girl
Never met
But I passed her on the steps
I suppose I should get dressing
Seems I never learn my lesson
And every day
I wake up late
Even when my alarm goes off
And when I try
To go to bed on time
There is something that keeps me up
Nice try (Nice try)
Nice life (Nice life)
Only doing an okay job
Head upstairs
To my room
Pick the clothes up that I'd strewn
Start to get my things in order
When did I become a hoarder
Make the bed
Which is rare
Wipe the dust off the CD player
Bending over slip a disc in
Take a seat and have a listen
To a group that I like
I'm so good at wasting time
Make a list and make it thorough
Put it off until tomorrow
And every day
I wake up late
Even when my alarm goes off
And when I try
To go to bed on time
There is something that keeps me up
Nice try (Nice try)
Nice life (Nice life)
Only doing an okay job
It's the little things that trip me up
So distractable
Still deciding what to have for lunch
But I never know
And I'm waiting for the mail to come
But it never does
And the hardest part is getting up
Putting on my clothes
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Vinnie Neuberg Brooklyn, New York
I am an illustrator.
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by Kid Chocolate
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