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This place makes me sick
When I'm not lovin' it
Like every day here is a chance to forget about good
Everything that's good
White Castle pads my feed
Waste paper lines these streets
Like every day here is the day after some parade
Some bland parade
And I'm done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won't be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn't feel like home anymore
I worked the pedals but I didn't steer
And that's how I found myself here
Not far from where I aimed, but far enough
Just far enough
I tell myself these wise words, lad
It's just different, it's not bad
But I believe that like this is all some charade
Some grand charade
[Chorus]
Well I figure it's high time to leave
But I ain't got the ways or means
So I'm grabbin' at straws for some alternative plan
Some master plan
I don't wanna break anybody's back
And the camel's lookin' mighty stacked
But I'm hopin' I can just hitch a ride for the promenade
[Chorus]
No this place just doesn't feel like home anymore
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By the time I leave, I wear a coat of smoke
And I walk back all alone
While the neighborhood sleeps I can hear my feet
Slowly carry me to my home
The signals flash back from green to red
As I pass through the pools of light
Dwarfed by the Brooklyn Union gas tanks
Sittin' in the silence of a Tuesday night
But when I finally get back to my room
Where nobody goes
It's just good to feel the night wind blow
And I'm starin' at the edge of the moon
WIth a distant hope
That I might be leavin' soon
I kick rocks to amuse myself
And beatbox just to pass the time
Cuz this long road home is hot and slow
And nobody's at the end of the line
I woke up seventeen hours ago
No further from where I am
And a woeful day of work and a night on the town
Hasn't helped me to understand
But when I finally get back to my room
And take off my clothes
It's just good to feel the night wind blow
And I'm standin' on the edge of the moon
WIth a distant hope
That I might be leavin' soon
I'm just waitin' to get out of here
And I've waited for a reason to stay
And it's that much further that I have to return
The further I go to get away
But when I finally get back to my room
And take off my clothes
It's just good to feel the night wind blow
And I'm standin' on the edge of the moon
WIth a distant hope
That I might be leavin' soon
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Que Sera Sera Will Be
04:27
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It's lookin' like it's you and me again
Sunshine and rain playin' friends
But let's not throw the bathwater
Out with the baby, baby you can eat the last Otter Pop
Again
I guess it's just me and you again
Base and acid tryin' to make amends
But let's not jump the gun and gun the infidels down
Until they've had a fair trial, a paper heart and a cigar
On the town
But I guess it's just you and me
Like Sundance and Cassidy
Singin' que sera sera sera will be
Singin' que sera sera sera will be
It's lookin' like it's you and me again
Old school and the latest trend
But let's embrace the differences between us
Cuz between us there's at least a dollar twenty-five and change
To spend
I guess it's just me and you again
Dr. Doom and Spider-Man and friends
Look not as enemies would look, not as enemies but look
At the ground and at the sky, and at the ground
And back again
[Chorus]
But you don't have to wind a minor chord
Around this neck of the woods
To see that something in Denmark isn't any good
But anything and everything that happens has to resolve
Just sure as As the World Turns and the Days of Our Lives
Like amoebas through the hourglass evolve
[Chorus]
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Sweet Harmless Insanity
04:17
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I resigned this morning
I won't be held responsible for everything they've done
And I declined this morning
To issue out some statement patronizing everyone
I am not going anywhere, but I'll be sitting on some distant beach
Right here in front of you, I'll just be hard to reach
Cuz sweet, harmless insanity
Has planned for me to join the ranks
And I believe this pointless profanity
Of swimming back and forth between the banks
Of right and wrong
Will soon be gone
And I resigned this morning
I won't play commissioner to all their petty deals
And I defined this morning
A new plan to remove myself from all these spinning wheels
Of faithless, waste anxiety and everything unreal
That stares me in the face to make believe that the truth has been repealed
[Chorus]
And we are all projectiles moving by the sheer velocity
Of everything we've stored inside our heads
And as projectiles come and go I see some tread upon
And drag behind them tattered souls of no intention
To unconsidered, unseen destinations
[Chorus]
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I'm riding cavalry in some confusing war
Where guerilla tactics don't work anymore
I've got a saber, they've got semi-automatics
And I've got odds akin to Crispus Attucks
Ooh, la; ooh la la la la la la
And warm grey clouds have got me
Thinkin' it's gonna pour
But I won't be thrown from this horse
Though he kicks beneath me
And my saddle is slick beneath me
I won't be thrown from this horse
Skirmishes have broken on the front
And I can see a million fires at once
Tracers cross the sky like stars in motion
Desperation faith like baby lotion
Ooh, la; ooh la la la la la la
[Chorus]
Runners, take your marks
Marksmen, take your aim
Shepherds hear the barks
Spectators complain
But rainbows in a lightning storm are strange
Though I've seen crazier things in firing range
Crayolas stretch from atom cloud to cloud
Never such a victory quite so well endowed
Ooh, la; oh so well endowed in doubt
[Chorus]
Though the saddle is slick
And oh, the motherfucker kicks
I won't be thrown from this horse
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Let's just chalk this up as one more minute gone
Passed fleeting to the next
Neither of us bother none to even ask what's wrong
And another moment passes to the next
Though it sits like an '82 ZX
I can read you like a banner headline in the Times
From one front page story to the next
But when it comes to reading features buried on D-9
It seems that I just can't make out the text
And another moment passes to the next
So when I finally do hear all the thoughts that you've got going
Like as not, it's something I suspect
The operator comes on and says she needs a coin
And another moment passes to the next
And I don't know if I should bother with the coin
And am I just forever bound along these lines
To sit without a paddle in the swell
I guess at least I will have loved my share of times
And if I got hurt, oh well
But I won't quantify my pain to see how much I care
Cuz rationale is not emotion's friend
And I have found dispair is just some lonesome breath of air
And I'll just exhale and breathe again
I will just exhale and breathe again
And am I just forever bound along these lines
To sit without a paddle in the swell
I guess at least I will have loved my share of times
And if I got hurt, oh well
But I won't chalk this up as one more minute gone
Passed fleeting to the next
I'll fight the thought that anything is fleeting til it's gone
And maybe then suspend this bitterness
Because every moment passes to the next
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In My Mind She Stands
04:26
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With every flicker in the candle flame
I see her dance and call her name
And feel her with me, miles away
She isn't far, she isn't gone
And for the light before the dawn
I am just waiting
She speaks in a different tongue to me
I hear with a different ear but we
Know that what will be will be
A goddess in the world in love with me
A favored fate, for I with she
And we know what will be will be
And in my mind she stands
A Michelangelo or Rodin
Sculpted by a master hand
She's all I know as a picture of perfection
Framed by the sky and shining my direction
And what remains to be said
When all other paths are misled
Except the one that finds her at the end
And I've walked them and found her
And I'm not leaving without her
Because all my thoughts revolve around her
I got hiccups and daydreams
And maybe it might seem
Like I'm not even listening
But it's only cuz she's been
In my head all mornin'
And I won't let anything else in
And in my mind she stands
A Michelangelo or Rodin
Sculpted by a master hand
She's all I know as a picture of perfection
Framed by the sky and shining my direction
And in my mind she stands
A Michelangelo or Rodin
Sculpted by a master hand
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This guy lies on the concrete
Whatever the wail may be he
Repeats himself, "Somebody help me
"Oh god, somebody help me."
Prone beside the Chase-Manhattan
Automated Teller Machine he lies
Face to the ground and palm to the sky
Why recognize that his torments
Are more performance than pain
Which cease when he has a newspaper
And reads like a man on his living room floor
Before returning to the lie
Face to the ground and palm to the sky
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The Queen Will Come
04:26
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Prophecies will profit, ringing vague
Loose predictions ever center stage
But the Queen will come
And then what are you gonna do?
The Queen will come
And all things old will become new
And just thus, bid adieu
Timeless misperceptions never cease
Until the breaking change of reigning peace
But the Queen will come
And then what are you gonna do?
The Queen will come
And all things old will become new
And just thus, bid adieu
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Crack, heroin and heartbreak
And other trials that are cast in your way
If these are things that you need to see like me
Well I hope you're as lucky
I always wanted to get down there
Down where the feet of the righteous don't tread
A hero's journey that leads through the sewer
What on earth attracts us to her?
As a child in the Catholic Church
They told me god would forgive my worst
Thought that sounded like a pretty good deal
I'll be back, I gotta check on some evil
And I found crack, heroin and heartbreak
And other shadows overcasting my day
If these are things that you need to see like me
Well I hope you're as lucky
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Run Away And Hide
04:16
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Sometimes I wanna go far away, far away
Where all my skies ain't the same dirty cast of gray
Sometimes I wanna turn around, turn around
Just hoping that I'm never gonna be found
But I'm just here to entertain you tonight
And I tried to live, and I tried to die
But I'm still here and only god knows why
But I just wanna run away and hide
Sometimes I get so scared, so scared
And everything I know just seems to vanish into thin air
I'm running out of luck, can't you help me up
I'm only laughing 'cause I don't care
[Chorus]
Well the poetry gets so bad and the music gets so much worse
I think I'll go drinking and driving because you know it couldn't hurt
I'm a product of your society and that's just how they're gonna try me
Thank you but I think I've had my fill
[Chorus]
I guess I'm gonna see you all tonight
But I just wanna run away and hide
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Seattle
03:05
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Fighting for survival is such a boring battle
Gonna pack up all my things I'm gonna drive out to Seattle
Where the used record stores have much better prices
But I don't have a car and I don't have a license
Should I take another trip to the DMV
Get another learner's permit with a picture of me
I'll put it in my wallet along with my four dollars
And the condom that's still in there that is probably expired
I'd leave home for New York but New York is where I'm from
I'm just looking for a way to feel my life has begun
Living in the city and I'm working like a walrus
Man but I don't need your money man I'm gonna be an artist
And I'm feeling like I'm gonna do whatever I feel like inside
Put it out on paper and I hope that people buy it
And my only minor worry is how to pay the rent
But that won't even matter when I lose apartment
Then I'll really have no worries, I'll be just like a cassette
That you tape all the tabs up to put something new on it
And when I press record god only knows what I will be
And if there is no god then it's a better mystery
Fighting for survival and I guess I must be winning
And my story is so long I can't remember the beginning
Am I an optimist or am I a pessimist
If I see the half full / half empty glass as half full
Of nothingness
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Parched Upon The Brink
03:06
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Lay me down and die, by golly
Lay me down and die
I once wondered long about
Why some men long to die
Now I, enshrouded by this doubt
Know why
Hand me down my banjo, Tommy
Hand me down my stein
I once said that death was one drink
I would never try
And now, but parched upon the brink
Stand I
Send me down and angel, Jesus
Send me down some sign
I haven't come across this land
To close a bitter eye
Surrender all my plans and die
Hand me down my banjo, Tommy
Hand me down my stein
I once said that death was one drink
I would never try
And now, but parched upon the brink
Stand I
Lay me down and die, by golly
Lay me down and die
I once wondered long about
Why some men long to die
Now I, enshrouded by this doubt
Know why
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You were knowcked out in a cheap, new suit
With a sucker punch fit to execute
But everybody's bound to get beat down
Every now and again
So don't believe the hype, my friend
You are gonna take home the belt
And you are gonna be made the champion
Who made himself
And I've got a feelin' that's how
It's all supposed to happen, my friend, so now
It's only a day before the title bout
And you're gonna win
Everybody wants to see the chump du jour
Get floored by the publick paramour
But everything great seems to take place
In spite of the fact
So don't believe their circus act
The likes of you can't be bound
But the gods are gonna figure out who stole their fire
When that bell finally sounds
And I've got a feelin' that's how
It's all supposed to happen, my friend, so now
It's only a day before the title bout
And you're gonna win
But Mohammed Ali could sting like a bee
And the force of your swing
Is gonna knock down a century
And all the underdogs bay in various shades
Of four-part harmony
To the long-lost chords and salvation strains
Of a brand new victory theme
And I've got a feelin' that's how
It's all supposed to happen, my friend, so now
It's only a day before the title bout
And you're gonna win
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Blackjack was never my game
I tell you blackjack was never my game
I could skin any sucker at gin
But just the same
Blackjack was never really my game
But good Lord, just gimme the chance to change
I lived in Brooklyn, and it wasn't that bad
I've lived in Brooklyn, and it wasn't all that bad
I couldn't tell you much about Baton Rouge
Or Birmingham
But I tell you Brooklyn really isn't all that bad
But them times in St. Louis was the best I ever had
I never kissed a woman I didn't love
I tell you I never kissed a woman I didn't love
And I've known some women like vultures
And some like doves
But I say I never kissed a woman I didn't love
But I've loved so many women if I only loved one
Blackjack was never my game
I tell you blackjack was never my game
I could skin any sucker at gin
But just the same
Blackjack was never really my game
But good Lord, just gimme the chance to change
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Rob Getzschman Los Angeles, California
Rob Getzschman is a singer-songwriter and producer from Omaha living in Los Angeles. He was previously front man for DC-based Analog Jetpack, played bass for LA's Highland Hawks and writes and produces music for Mighty Good Road. www.mightygoodroad.com
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