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Coffee Aisle
03:11
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Oh well I overheard a woman at the coffee aisle
Yeah her daughter was dismissing her passion
Couldn't find a job with it, nothing really dropping itself
Where she could get her ration
I knew we could both smell the strong coffee grounds
They were drifting through the corners of my brain
Conjuring images of cafes and bookstores
I wonder if she felt the same
My mind is racin', ain't feeling chastened
Jitterbugs in my pants
I'm philosophical, barista comical
Immanence in my head dance
To the woman it lingered in her nostrils for a while
A reminder of her daughter's apartment
Where coffee isn't intellectual sustenance, but
A daily practical jump-starter
But if you got a cappucino you might not end up a wino
Hanging round the wrong side of this market
My mind is racin', ain't feeling chastened
Jitterbugs in my pants
I'm philosophical, barista comical
Immanence in my head dance
My mind is racin', ain't feeling chastened
Jitterbugs in my pants
I'm philosophical, barista comical
Immanence in my head dance
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2. |
Chopper Groove
03:10
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Transistors, existers
Radio waves at my feet
It's feeling chopper
Up here in the clouds with the rain and the sleet
Crash landing, last standing
Trying to see what's here up above
Fuzzy wreckage, blood on the ground
But when push comes to shove
Hey you! Get my groove
Gotta know your name, 'cause you're driving me crazy
Feel like a takeoff is about to happen
Better not leave me behind
Cracked beakers, burnt sneakers
Getting launched 10 miles off the ground
As I fall I wonder
If I make it down will I tear up the town
This madman is straggling
Living in a world no one can see
Getting hazy, lightyears away
Is he screaming with pain or with glee?
Tank's running low, just gotta get out of here
Save my guns for the other ones
Rise and shine, the time is near
No whirly bird gonna hold my fear
There's a tension in the air when you got nothing to lose (2x)
Hey you! Get my groove
Gotta know your name, cause you're driving my crazy
Feel like a takeoff already happened
So burn away when you think of me
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3. |
Cockroach
02:56
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Game of darts, killer shark
Fix it with tape
Bleed all over your guitar
It's just a scrape
Rock and roll, super bowl
Shovel the snow
Get the change and pay the toll
Put on a show
And every shower is a hurricane
To a cockroach living in a rust stain
And every step is a thousand miles
To a cockroach creeping through linoleum tiles
I'm on my way
Office pen, cozy den
Logs on the fire
Dreaming oil and water blend
I can aspire
Super soaker, stockbroker
Shuffle with style
Play yourself in Vegas poker
Win for a while
And every shower is a hurricane
To a cockroach living in a storm drain
And every step is a thousand miles
To a cockroach creeping through linoleum tiles
I'm on my way
If you can't even be no one
Throw your lot in the ocean
Throw away with the summer breeze
And take a chance with winter wheeze
And every shower is a hurricane
To a cockroach living in a rust stain
And every step is a thousand miles
To a cockroach creeping through linoleum tiles
And every bomb is a genesis
To a cockroach living underneath the skids
And radiation's just a cool breeze
To a cockroach living off of moldy cheese
I'm on my way
On my way
I think today might be my day
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4. |
Trotsky Song
03:29
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The revolution is strong
And the days are long
Now that the czar is gone a-running
A new age is dawning
And the red army's coming
And the bourgeoisie they are gunning
And at the head of it all is Comrade Leon
From Elizavethgrad up and coming
Oh yeah he's charging them on
Through Siberia's throngs
He's gonna show em who's got the money
Ran right out of the worker's paradise
Hunted down in a game of cat and mice
Took an ice pick to the eye
And he went to the great big people's republic in the sky
Now the days have gone by
And now the tensions are high
Since Comrade Lenin's pushing up daisies
Two angry pigs in the sty
One's gonna live and one dies
It looks like things are gonna get crazy
Oh look now see Trotsky fly
Back to Siberian skies
Now the future's looking quite hazy
Well it's a different time
Now Trotsky flees for his life
Comrades this isn't the time to get lazy.
Ran right out of the worker's paradise
Hunted down in a game of cat and mice
Took an ice pick to the eye
And he went to the great big people's republic in the sky
Ran right out of the worker's paradise
Hunted down in a game of cat and mice
Took an ice pick to the eye
And he went to the great big people's republic in the sky
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5. |
José
02:42
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Wakes up at 6 AM
Sticks his head in the freezer
Listens to his favorite geezers
And coughs up some phlegm
Hops in his Dodge Durango
Drives over to work
Mops up all the murk
And gets ready to tango
He'll get your follicles fixed in a jiffy
Even if the 80s models make you feel iffy
But if you wanna look like a Springsteen fan
And if you wanna look like Duran Duran
Then Jose's your man
Yeah Jose's your man
Picks up his favorite shearers
Goes snippy snip
Those ends are split
Would you just look in the mirror?
Hair falls on the floor
To be swept up
People either wanting more
Or they say they've had enough
He'll get your follicles fixed in a jiffy
Even if the 80s models make you feel iffy
But if you wanna look like the Maxell man
And if you wanna look like Duran Duran
Then Jose's your man
Yeah Jose's your man
He'll get your follicles fixed in a jiffy
Even if the 80s models make you feel iffy
But if you wanna look like a Springsteen fan
And if Christopher Reeve is your superman
And if you really dig the Russians in Afghanistan
And if you wanna look like Duran Duran
Then Jose's your man
Yeah Jose's your man
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6. |
Milo
03:05
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Milo sits cross-legged in a circle
Of Thomas tracks, surrounded by Hotwheels
He pushes around without making a sound
He stays relaxed on his throne of clementine peels
His dad comes in with newspaper in hand
He says "lead paint" and grabs his favorite engine
And Milo falls, and Milo bawls
And Milo claims he will have his revengin'
His eyes glow red
He broods in bed
He throws a Hotwheel at the wall
Because he knows
He never chose
If he wanted them taken at all
But Milo sees the little things
Ah, but he only sees the little things
Milo's house had steps on the stoop
That he liked to play on, although he'd get scrapes
But the steps were in shambles, no railing or handles
Concrete slabs awaiting medical tape
So one day, the steps went away
So he could play or walk onto the sidewalk
And Milo was miffed, he was sent adrift
His vendetta made, he breaks a stick of chalk
His eyes glow red
He broods in bed
He throws a Hotwheel at the wall
Because he knows
He never chose
If he wanted them taken at all
But Milo sees the little things
Ah, but he only sees the little things
When BP bought Amoco
Young Milo was its newest foe
Not for money, not for gas
But changing sings was the faux pas
His eyes glow red
He broods in bed
He throws a Hotwheel at the wall
Because he knows
He never chose
If he wanted them taken at all
His eyes glow red
He broods in bed
He throws a Hotwheel at the wall
Because he knows
He never chose
If he wanted them taken at all
But Milo sees the little things
Ah, but he only sees the little things
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7. |
Metro Song (Acoustic)
03:12
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I took my shoes and put 'em on my feet
Walk and I walk staring straight down Carroll Street
I walk by delicious Spicy Delight
A sip of strawberry moss could sure do me right
'Cause my SmartTrip card is low on dough
I need that cash to go go go
On two trains, and a public bus
Is all this rising quite enough?
Oh, quite enough
Put my SmartTrip into the turnstile
I didn't think I'd have to wait for a while
But it took 15 minutes for the train to Shady Grove
And that don't even count for how slow it drove
'Cause my SmartTrip card is low on dough
I need that cash to go go go
On two trains, and a public bus
Is all this rising quite enough?
Oh, quite enough
Fort Totten station, onto the Green Line
I didn't think that I would be on time
Well, Mr. CP will be waiting for me
At the station College Park-UMD
'Cause my SmartTrip card is low on dough
I need that cash to go go go
On two trains, and a public bus
Is all this rising quite enough?
Oh, quite enough
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8. |
No Place to Go
03:44
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Was an old man sitting next to me
Crying tears like the bison
Stranded at the DMV
We'd both got no license
Crying no
Now that she's gone
I don't know
I got no place to go
He took a test and spun it out
Said he started cramping
Couldn't live with or without
Said he couldn't see a damn thing
Saying no
My eyes are gone
I don't know
I got no place to go
Life's always better when you go out and get it
But this worn out old armchair says buddy don't sweat it
I'll sit in this armchair till the day that I die
Waiting for Helen of Troy to fall out of the sky
Out of the sky
Old man says
"Sonny I wouldn't want to impede you
But I need some more money
And I won't say I need you"
He won't show
His pride is gone he won't show
He's got no place to go
Hand him his fiver
And he gripped at it strong
With years in his eyes
He sang me his song
Crying no
My voice is gone
I don't know
I got no place to go
Life's always better when you go out and get it
But this worn out old armchair says buddy don't sweat it
I'll sit in this armchair till the day that I die
Waiting for Helen of Troy to fall out of the sky
Out of the sky
Sitting in the kitchen, behind the bar
They ask for another they go too far
I don't know why I don't know how they are
But who was it filling the glasses?
Life's always better when you go out and get it
But this worn out old armchair says buddy don't sweat it
I'll sit in this armchair till the day that I die
Waiting for Helen of Troy to fall out of the sky
Out of the sky
Crying no
No, no crying no
I got no place to go
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9. |
This Old House
03:03
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This old house
This old house
The breakfast nook the kitchen table
Scuttling mouse
Come in and see all the books
Upon the shelf
Come on don't keep to yourself
In this old house
You can see the sunlight
In the cloudy central Vermont skies
The floors may creak
But the mildew shouldn't make you fret
In fact it helps you keep your head
In this old house
Come into the barn and smell the
Gasoline
Inside lie the greatest wonders
Ever seen
Come on don't keep to yourself
In this old house
You can see the sunlight
In the cloudy central Vermont skies
The floors may creak
But the mildew shouldn't make you fret
In fact it helps you keep your head
In this old house
In this old house
You can see the sunlight
In the cloudy central Vermont skies
The floors may creak
But the mildew shouldn't make you fret
In fact it helps you keep your head
In this old house
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10. |
Hello
04:40
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I got tunnel vision
A dirty kitchen
And no conversation
'Bout what we should know to be true
When the air around is cold as ice
And people's glances fill with spite
And walking folks build forts of snow
I will always say hello
There's plus and minus
Pros and cons
So tell me your highness
Where have all my letters gone?
When the air around is cold as ice
And people's glances fill with spite
And walking folks build forts of snow
I will always say hello
This old house is what it is
It's not mine to give it's his
And I got no place to go
Trapped behind 3 feet of snow
I'll always say hello
I had this great idea
It wasn't quite fleshed out
But it was my panacea
Why was there any doubt?
Oh no...
When the air around is cold as ice
And people's glances fill with spite
And walking folks build forts of snow
I will always say hello
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