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Sham Supply
03:52
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Fool me once
Fool me twice
Hit me up with another lie
Give me a reason
Some peace of mind
A fabrication from your sham supply
Oh you could dig up
I'm sure you could dig up
Oh, you could dig up a grave
And tell the corpse that it’s alive
Mine is yours
But Yours ain’t mine
You give me pennies and you call ‘em dimes
Give me a turd
And make it shine
Fool me again
Fool me one more time
Oh you could dig up
I'm sure you could dig up
Oh, you could dig up a grave
And tell the corpse that it’s alive
You’d scale the himalayas Just to call the earth flat
And I’ve seen my share of liars
But from
Oh you could dig up
I'm sure you could dig up
Oh, you could dig up a grave
And tell the corpse that it’s alive
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Exit 69
03:41
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Honey, take a left turn
Don’t you think it’s my turn
To take the wheel
And tell you where to go?
You always hit the brakes, hun
Never up the stakes, hun
So let me drive
And tell you where to go
We’ll take Exit 69
On Beaver Road
Exit 69
On Beaver Road
On Beaver Road
On Beaver Road
We’ll take Exit 69
On Beaver Road
Honey, let’s go home now
I’ve had my fill of foam now
So get the keys
And let the engine roar
You party-pooping panda
You’d better put the clamp down
Forget the keys!
And let this engine roar
We’ll take Exit 69
On Beaver Road
Exit 69
On Beaver Road
On Beaver Road
On Beaver Road
We’ll take Exit 69
On Beaver Road
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3. |
Mediterranean View
02:57
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These walls are thin and I can hear you play
Your piano and I always sing along
I'm scared you'll hear me put my notes
In the quiet parts of your song
You're my next-door neighbour and I hope to get a glimpse of you
I'd carve a hole in the wall for that Mediterranean view
There's plenty in the cupboard but I'm gonna say
I need some sugar honey, can I borrow some?
I'm scared you'll close the door on me
And my dream come true will never come
You're my next-door neighbour and I hope to get a glimpse of you
I'd carve a hole in the wall for that Mediterranean view
You moved last week and I can't hear you play
Your piano...anymore
I never had the courage to put my notes
And knock-knock-knock on your door
You were my next-door neighbour and I never even talked to you
I'd carve a hole in the wall for that Mediterranean view
I'd carve a hole in the wall for that Mediterranean view
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4. |
A Higher Place
04:51
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The demons of desire have laid siege on my spirit
My soul is hungry and there’s a famine in my loins
The walls around my trepidation rumble with each battering of the ram
Soon they will crumble and fall
Crumble and fall
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where the Angels go : “Whooo”
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where you’ve never been before I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
These wondrous walls turn stuck-up into shy
Take them down! Please bring all you’ve got
Caterpillars come out of their cocoons as beatiful butterflies
But only when they hear the bugle call
Hear the bugle call
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where the Angels go : “Whooo”
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where you’ve never been before I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
I want to talk with you, sing with you, eat with you, dance with you. make love to you like monkeys do I want to wake up with you, drink with you, share with you, watch with you, feel you, hear you, smell you and be with you
I want your smile, I want your lips, I want your voice, I want your eyes, I want you to pull a book from my shelf and comment on it
I want your ass, I want your jokes, I want your smell,,, Oh, the way you dress! I want your hair, I want your heart and I want you
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where the Angels go : “Whooo” I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where you’ve never been before
I’m gonna take you, take you, take you, take you, take you, take you, take you, take you
We’re gonna build unfettered fireworks of such mythical proportions That if people bore witness, they would build a religion around it
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where the Angels go : “Whooo”
I’m gonna take you to a higher place, where you’ve never been before
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5. |
Aliens Ate My Amplifiers
04:22
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You can quote me every line from every book I ever read
You can even throw in Lovecraft and the words he left unsaid
You figure out where you belong
You hum the tune of your very own song
You can rid the world of riddles but the answers are all wrong
Aliens Ate My Amplifiers
If I’d ever chased the dragon I would cut back on the smack
Urge these unreal apparitions to enjoy their sonic snack
But I’m as sober as sober could be
So I need you to sing it with me
Before we get an ET on our caller ID
Aliens Ate My Amplfiers
You can throw my bone a dog for every time it ever barked
Have the doctors at my bedside frown in silence at my chart
Shoot some golf balls to the moon
Whistle out your little marching tune
While I spin you tales of beached blue whales I shot with my harpoon
Aliens Ate My Amplfiers
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6. |
Balls of Steel
03:06
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I used to have balls of steel
There was nothing in this world
That could make me cower down
I always jumped the ledge
I lived on the edge
I was the baddest ass in town
But steel turns soft at a thousand degrees
You heated me up to my boiling point
You were a slot machine
And I threw in every coin
Now I’m a timid, little, weeping willow
And I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
I used to look down on men
Who would run from every gun
And let their lovers take the wheel
I never tried to see
What I would be
Without my big-ass balls of steel
But steel turns soft at a thousand degrees
You heated me up to my boiling point
You were a slot machine
And I threw in every coin
Now I’m a timid, little, weeping willow
And I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
But steel turns soft at a thousand degrees
Your name’s not Layla, but you got me on my knees
I wish I’d never taught you about the birds and the bees
I’m a dog scratching itches from a hundred million flees
Now I’m a timid, little, weeping willow
And I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
Now I’m a timid, little, weeping willow
And I hope nobody sees
I hope nobody sees
My shriveled balls of steel
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7. |
Tell It What To Be
03:25
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A dried out tractor tyre tied to a tree
That’s swing enough for me
A couple of little boys trying to play football on a duckweed covered pond
Swimming to me
For all you know
That worthless piece of junk
There for all to see
Is what you want most
If you tell it what to be
That cracked little cookie can with a cute little picture
Is a home-made drum with some chewing gum
or a tin can mandolin
Try beachcombing for treasure that washed ashore
It’s trash, sure, but who knows what’s in store
Maybe you’ll find the key to life
Or spare parts for broken hearts
For all you know
That worthless piece of junk
There for all to see
Is what you want most
If you tell it what to be
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8. |
It Don't Bother Me
03:28
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Pigs are flying, the pelicans are buying
And the world is a ball on its feet
There‘s one slice of pie politicians are lying
And divide it up to make us all sweet
But it don’t bother, no it don’t bother,
no it don’t bother me. It don’t bother,
no it don’t bother me none.
The soles on my shoes, flap a floppy walking blues
The stitches busted out to be free
In front of every home
There’s a different garden gnome
But there’s no snow white to be seen
But it don’t bother, no it don’t bother,
no it don’t bother me none
Like ants we’re crawling, our hills are sprawling
But we’re gaia’s most neglectful lessee
We’re unrestricted
We’re all addicted
To the use of that skeleton key
But when the power goes out
Oh, you’lll hear the man shout
“Flog the fool who cut the mains! And someone flip the circuit breaker!”
But it don’t bother, no it don’t bother, no it don’t bother me.
No, no, no, no, no, no It don’t bother, no it don’t bother, no it don’t bother me none
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9. |
Ivy On The Wall
03:46
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I see men in suits with suitcases
Struggling to get ahead
Billing time on an hourly basis
With one eye on the clock
With one eye on the clock
With one eye on the clock
Inch by inch
Day by day
Like Ivy On The Wall
Like Ivy On The Wall (tweede en derde ivy in canon op het lange a stuk)
I see lovers’ tears roll down sad faces (their pillows) I see lover’s pillows soak up their tears
Struggling to move on
Longing for those sweet embraces
Their pillows soaking up their tears
Their pillows soaking up their tears
Their pillows soaking up their tears
Inch by inch
Day by day
Like Ivy On The Wall
Like Ivy On The Wall (tweede en derde ivy in canon op het lange a stuk)
How many carrots on sticks does it take
To get a mule to pull the plow of your life
Inch by inch
Day by day
Like Ivy On The Wall
Like Ivy On The Wall
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If you’re a hustler come and sell me your magic beans
I’ll give you my prize cow and I’ll die beyond my means
I’ll climb up to the skies and steal some golden eggs
I’ll chop down that old beanstalk before the big man eats my legs
I’ll live off of his money like a thief, a common crook
Before the real monsters come and take half of what I took
They’ll be on my doorstep with a first and final demand
Give us your money and make it quick it’s for the good of all the land
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a taxpayer"
Be he live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.”
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a taxpayer"
Be he live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.”
So keep your empty promises and keep your magic beans
I’ll keep my cow and feed myself and I’ll live within my means
I’ll drink its milk and munch on greens and raise a crop or two
It’s honest work and with any luck I’ll live and I’ll make do
They’ll still be on my doorstep but I’ll say that I have none
I might have had some money once but now it’s surely gone
Just go to the big man way up in the sky
He’s got a nugget laying hen that you can pluck until its dry
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a taxpayer"
Be he live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.”
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a taxpayer"
Be he live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.”
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11. |
The Reckoning
05:33
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They were all taught with the Bible in hand
Raised to praise, or at least to pretend
Their ways set in stone and the Lord upon their throne
When Satan came marching in
They were all taught that the war was their place
Glory to the harbingers of an empire of peace
With tanks and planes and drums and guns and dreams of an ideal world
Satan came marching in
They were all taught that the cardinal sins
Would lead them to ruin and yet they let them in
To feed their hungry young or just to love and have some fun
Satan came marching in
It’s small little town and the word will get round
That you can count on my dear
Like a wound left untreated will fester and burn
Like a stream never flushed will rot
Envy, humiliation and hatred will turn
Men into monsters at whim
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Or seven times that as a warning
It’s small little town and the word will get round
That you can count on my friend
It’s small little town and the word will get round
That you can count on my friend
Wrath was for the lord and the lord alone
That’s what he was taught, but his virtue was gone
The lady she is blind but he can’t forget their crimes
Satan came marching in
And at night
He’s haunted by seven ghosts
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Frank Nicolas Amsterdam, Netherlands
With a versatile voice ranging from Buddy Holly to Johnny Cash and Cat Stevens and the style to match, Frank can be counted upon to hit the listener with upbeat love songs and powerful dirges. Solid guitar playing and catchy songwriting will leave you with a chorus stuck in your head for days. ... more
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