1. |
Record Fair
01:47
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2. |
Rite It's Going Off
00:40
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Have you heard of them they’re so acclaimed
But not even I can remember their name
They’re every single critic’s favorite band
But if they ever deviate from the norm
Then they will unleash an ugly storm
Of horrible nasty people
Who only listen to what’s in the flannel’s hands
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3. |
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Walking past the graffiti walls
Towards a building with some crack in its halls
Waiting in a line just to see
All the vendors there are going to be
Walking through the door I go in
I spy Zappa, Parker, Cooper and Dylan
I grab a stack of wax and then I walk on
And I hear from behind me a song
Hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going?
Hey hey hey, whose money are you blowing?
Hey hey hey, what is it you’re going through
Hey hey hey, you know what it is I want from you
You’ve got everything you want so what do you want from me
You’ve got everything you want so when are going to see?
After browsing some I feel ill
I ran towards the restroom it was a thrill
My insides left me lying there cold
As the rest of the building grew old
Feeling faint I go browse again
Seeing Steely Dan, Rockpile, King Crimson
I buy some records then I step outside
And as the light left my eyes I heard them cry
Hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going?
Hey hey hey, whose money are you blowing?
Hey hey hey, what is it you’re going through
Hey hey hey, you know what it is I want from you
You’ve got everything you want so what do you want from me
You’ve got everything you want so when are going to see?
Pub rock, punk rock, jazz fusion and prog rock
Shoegaze, britpop, madchester and art rock
Genres written on little signs and doorways
They all spin through my mind I’m in a daze
On the ride home things were so strange
I looked around and everything had just changed
The car was much farther than before
And I was laying there flat on the floor
Next to me lay discs in a stack
They’d been paid for and were not going back
I thought to myself maybe I’m dead
As these words repeated endlessly in my head
Hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going?
Hey hey hey, whose money are you blowing?
Hey hey hey, what is it you’re going through
Hey hey hey, you know what it is I want from you
You’ve got everything you want so what do you want from me
You’ve got everything you want so when are going to see?
Hey hey hey
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4. |
Bionic Dragons I
02:42
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5. |
Showtime
02:11
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Holy lord it’s time to open up the doors
Time to let them hear your name
Time to play in a band that never tours
Only plays short sets on Sunday
Never get to play more than just four chords
And the bass player’s never played bass
But she gets taught by our frontman on Sunday morn
And we play til we see your face
Holy lord I can’t go out on that stage
Yes I’m scared of actual crowds
Cuz if I mess up than they’ll judge for days
So if I go I won’t play loud
I can’t be the real me so I just facade
I can’t please a crowd but you’re easy to please, God
So I go back to that small stage and my head I nod
Til we play on Sunday once again
Amen
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6. |
Manufactured
01:04
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I started in a manufactured band
Now nobody takes me seriously
I play guitar and I write my songs
Yet still nobody wants to hear me
Weren’t you in that boy band
That conquered the world
Weren’t you in that fake band
That only appealed to preteen girls
So now I’m a well respected man
And I write songs beloved by many
But I was a puppet on strings once
And you hate me so, even now when I’m free
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7. |
Pretty Percy
02:39
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Pretty Percy’s got the world in the palm of his hand
And he’s been in so many bands
Even though I’m just a country fan
I’ll listen to his jazz cuz he’s a pretty man
When I listen to that music
It really does nothing for me
But I’ll have to try my best to love it
Cuz I’d do anything for Pretty Percy
You may think that you read it somewhere in a book
That people only love an artist for his looks
But I assure you, you will see
That that don’t apply to girls like me
And if you wait then there will be
Times I talk about his songs occasionally
Outside how much I talk about him
And the way he melts my heart with that toothy grin
It’s really an enormous shame
That it’s only ugly faces in the hall of fame
And now I don’t listen to country
And the only one to thank for that is Pretty Percy
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8. |
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WRITTEN BY PAUL DRAPER
I'm writing these words like the fool that I am
Trying to say something good like the person
But it's all just a sham 'cause the writer I am not
Could say anything, you'd believe them
Just your atypical boy-girl-girl-boy androgynous
Play on a publican's decoy
Cuz I had to drop out cuz the art school was sad and
If you believe all of that you're a bigger fool than me
The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice
They aren't supposed to mean that much
The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice
They aren't supposed to mean that much
Lyrics mean nothing, don't right any wrongs
In fact I'm not having them on this
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9. |
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10. |
Mr. Radford's Records
03:13
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At Mr. Radford’s Records every day’s a lovely day
We’ll discover you on Instagram, then we’ll make you sign your life away
If you really want to be the biggest star that you can be
Then we’ll sign you into slavery with a contract you won’t read
At Mr. Radford’s records
You really have no rights
Cuz we’ll pressure you to repeat yourself
The minute you reach your heights
If you ever even make so much as a tiny little mistake
Then we label you a jester and promote you as a pisstake
You can think you’re independent
As creative as can be
But at the end of the day you’re just another face in a vast commercial sea
You can think you’re going steady, you can think you have such wealth
But in reality you’re losing your soul and your head for things you can do yourself
And the minute that you get tired of our endless intrusive greed
Then you find out that you still owe us ten albums, and we keep the royalties
If he asks you will you join my label
You better say no
Cuz he’ll make you die an early death from playing endless shows
And then after you die we’ll milk your death, we’ll make the public cry
And suddenly you’re more famous for dying than for anything you did while you were alive
At Mr. Radford’s Records
At Mr. Radford’s Records
At Mr. Radford’s Records, you’re just supply
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11. |
Another Reissue
03:32
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As I look all around on this old broken ground
I see records for endless miles
It’s a dream of a thousand smiles
So I look through them all for a while
So I grab my album and I take it on home
And I drop the needle on the platter
Someone asks why do you think this matters
As I press my ears close to the speakers
Cuz we live in a world where sound’s not valued
People only care about profit
So do you think I’ll bend over backwards and choose
A reissued album that sounds like shit
Then you hound me all day you have so much to say
You don’t know the hell that you put me through
Cuz though it may not sound like it to you
It’s just another reissue
Then comes a man from the sea with an OG copy
And he says it’s four hundred dollars
And I think to myself it could be worse
So I pay him in full then I curse
Cuz the album was changed all the tracks rearranged
When they reissued it in ‘09
And they removed a favorite track of mine
So that’s why I did research online
So I wait for the album to arrive from Poland
And I think that I’ll be waiting a while
It took them a month and a half just to send
Ridiculous for just one piece of vinyl
Then the package is here after what felt like a year
I can hardly contain my joy
It’s as if once again I’m a boy
On Christmas awaiting a toy
I’m excited beyond the wildest blue
Even more excited than when I met The Who
I open the package I can’t believe it’s true
It’s just another reissue
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12. |
Nathan Crystal
01:40
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Nathan Crystal
How are you today?
I’ve seen you here so many times
But you never have much to say
I always see you when I’m browsing through the ones I love
But I never hear you praised by the ones who sit above
I may have heard you speak one time from the mouth of some old apes
Yet I never even listened to a single one of your tapes
I don’t think I could ever name a single thing you’ve done
But you’re always here intruding when I look for my special ones
Oh Nathan Crystal I must ask you one thing
Why the fuck do I see you everywhere when I go crate digging?
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13. |
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WRITTEN BY GRAHAM GOULDMAN AND ERIC STEWART
I bought a flat
Diminished responsibility
You're d ninth person to see
To b suspended in a seven
Major catastrophe
It's a minor point but g
Augmented by the sharpness of your
C what I'm going through
A to b with you
In a flat by the sea
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14. |
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15. |
When Critics Strike
01:50
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So your favorite album came out last week
It’s got all the songs that you crave and seek
And your friends all agree that it’s really great
But that love would soon turn to hate
Thanks to people who’ve never written songs
Yet they thinks they know what’s right and wrong
And they don’t even like the genre of
The album that they’re shitting on
And if you work at Pitchfork
For five to seven years
You can gain the power to rob people
Of their free thinking ears
When critics strike the world changes
What once was loved is torn apart, and that’s just the way it is
Why must those with no voice of their own
Decide the status quo
But at the end of it all it really is
No fault of their own
Don’t you know?
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16. |
Regressive Rock
02:56
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As I’m sitting here in the year 2016
I look around at all the bands I see
You say they’re progressive and original
But they don’t seem that way to me
Mellotron and aggressive rhymes
Lengthy songs that never end
It’s just fine
Came out in 93 but it sounds like 69
Then a guitar solo that’s in free time
So when the day is over
If you never change, never develop
You’ll be praised by some, but the fact remains
You’re regressive
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17. |
Rise Up (The Prices)
02:26
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Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
We’re in the two thousand twenties
And records can be found with much ease
I see thousands of crates to be dug
Cuz nostalgia is a powerful drug
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
CDs are being outsold
By discs that are fashionably old
And it’s in this fad that I see
A monetary opportunity
So
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
Go and make that single a double
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
Make the sleeves so easy to crumble
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
The records only last a while
Rise up rise up
Rise up the prices
They’re pretty much just CD on vinyl
And the buyers get mad but it doesn’t matter to me
Cuz they’ll buy it all still, they’ve already sunk into the sea
Rise up!
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18. |
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Mick Jagger appears. He asks if you could start him up. You oblige. Time waits for no one as he begins to turn and turn, as he begins to let it loose. There’s not a soul survivor as the dead flowers all begin to rebloom. You shake your hips as he yells and yells, as the dice tumble and you hear the music. That sweet music telling you that can’t always get what you want and to never leave someone high and dry. As you think of going home, you sit back. You shine a light as one last thought enters your head...
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19. |
"Could You Play This?"
01:30
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20. |
Captain Chip's Theme
00:47
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21. |
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A songwriter like no other
A real singing soul brother
His music was all the rage
But he died at such a young age
It seems when he’d sing his songs
The world would hold no wrongs
The voice of a generation
A voice that hated hating
For many years his songs had been stifled from left to right
And then he was snuffed out before he got a chance to hit his stride
Goodbye my soul brother
Though I never knew you at all
Perhaps if you were still around
There’d be no hatred or walls
Goodbye my soul brother
You pushed for change to come
And I hope that in the coming years
That’s how our world will be run
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22. |
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WRITTEN BY TOM EVANS
Waiting for the phone to tell me you and I are through
And I'm not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, too
You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs
Your lies are stealing
Lord, I think you should be gone
Hey, Mr. Manager
You're messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager
Don't think I need that kind of strife
It's the same old story, we all know it to the end
But without your boring glory, we could live again
You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs
Your lies are stealing
God, I think you should be gone
Hey, Mr. Manager
You're messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager
Don't think I need that kind of strife
Laying down these lines
This song's especially for you
It may be simple
But in some ways, so are you
Hey, Mr. Manager
You're messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager
Don't think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife
Waiting for the phone to tell me
You and I are through
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23. |
Album Fever
02:23
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I’ve got album fever it’s a deadly disease
And I’m drowning in vinyl up to my knees
And I’m spending my money that I really should be saving
And when I get back home my girl’s gonna be angry and raving
I’ve bought this album over 22 times
But I’m buying it again cuz it ain’t a crime
And this pressing is rare since it lacks songwriting credits
I’ll buy it for fifty bucks and then I’ll brag about it on reddit
Hit it jimmy!
I found albums by The Who, Motley Crüe, The Guess Who, Soft Shoe, Silver Jews and MF Doom
I found albums by the Oh Sees, 10cc, Bee Gees, Alabama 3, Ocean Colour Scene, Don McClean
Albums by Sparks, Heart, Van Dyke Parks and even an album by the choir at Walmart
And that’s not all I found even more and I won’t even bother trying to rhyme them anymore
I found albums by The Rolling Stones, Echobelly, James, Psychedelic Furs, Jimmy Webb and World Party
I found albums by The Residents, Madonna, Wishbone Ash, Warren Zevon, Wannadies, Portishead and Viva Brother
Albums by Supertramp, Unkle, Emitt Rhodes, Electric Soft Parade, Black Grape and Paris Angels
No Doubt
New Order
Patrick Duff
Razorlight
And that’s all
My bank account might as well be empty!
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24. |
"Running Out Of Cash"
00:22
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25. |
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~The Cold Hands of Copyright~
Little Davey woke up in the morning
And he started to write a song
And in that song he put a snippet of another
Doesn’t he know that that’s wrong?
Because for a song to be a song it must sound unique
Every single element new
And if it’s not that way that’s a serious problem
How sad would you be if it was you?
Even if it’s just a tiny portion
That you use as a part of your whole
Why do you have to steal from others’ hard work?
It’s so easy to write an original
And if you make something unique out of it that’s even worse
Because now you’ve stolen their fame
It doesn’t matter if you’re small because oh it still hurts
So we’ll force you to bill it as their name
So if you do that make sure that you open your ears
Cuz this is a lesson through and through
Just like it’s been for the past 30 years
The cold hands of Copyright will get you
Ignore what musicians themselves have to say
Like Chumbawamba or the Residents
They just want to steal music and with it get away
It doesn’t matter if the artist takes no offense
Cuz we have our rules in place for a specific purpose
All music must be brand new
Sure we give a pass to those who rewrite old blues songs
Because that’s not as bad as you
So before we have to repeat ourselves until we’re bored
To drill it in your skull and make it break through
Just make songs that sound like nothing else in the world
Or the cold hands of Copyright will get you
~Stop Being Human~
So since you can’t make music by sampling other people’s songs, you only have one way that you can legally express yourself musically. You have to write and perform your own songs! And it’s easy, right?
Well......
So you want to make music if able
You want to be a musician do you?
But you’re too poor to find yourself a label
Too poor to find someone to give you your due
You spent all your money recording your songs
But nobody lends you their ear
So you go on the web and you search for so long
Til you a find a site who’s willing to hear
They say that it’s free that there’s no cost at all
They just want to support indie artists
So you send them your songs and you wait for their call
Then in your email you get a list
Of everything that they need you need to fix
Because they can’t accept what you sent
They say that all of your songs sound like shit
Supposedly that’s with no ill intent
They say that this wasn’t their choice to make
It’s the stores that have such high standards
But if you look through the stores then maybe you’ll wake
And realize the untruth of those words
Because lo fi music is just the best
There’s even a Spotify playlist for it!
There’s Daniel Johnston, Robert Pollard, Stephen Jones, even Kanye West
And their music also sounds like shit!
So if you want your songs on those fancy apps
Then you’ll have to make it sound professional
And you’ll have to change your album cover too, cuz it looks like crap
Please make sure it’s generic with no soul
So you spend more money re-recording your songs
And your album cover matches our quotas
And now your album’s out and it didn’t take long
So you shouldn’t be mad and it’s because
It was free!
It was free!
So why are you yelling at me?
It was free!
It was free!
That’s the best thing it could ever be
So why are crying about artistic freedom
Because you at least had some of that
You shouldn’t release your music as is that’s dumb
Perfectionism it where it’s at!
Stop being human
~Digital Must Die~
In 2010
The world it changed forever
The CDs went away
Cuz files are so much better
You’ll never have to buy
An entire album again
You can just download hit singles
Or the favorites of your friends
You’ll never have to listen to songs that aren’t worth the risk
Cuz if a song was good why would they put it towards the end of the disc?
Oh happy day
We never have to waste our money
We just have to buy our favorites
All the rest are history
Oh happy day
I’m still supporting my heroes
Cuz they get a portion of the price
But I don’t know where the rest goes
Then 3 years down the line
Came a service named Spotify
So the files died as well
Cuz the price wasn’t too high
You could make your own playlists
Say goodbye to artistic visions
Any song you want is free to hear
You can throw the rest in trash bins
You never have to pay for every song you want to own
Cuz you get them all and you pay each month as you listen on your phone
Oh happy day
We never have to waste our money
We just pay a monthly fee
Why buy when music’s free
Oh happy day
I’m paying for a service
And it’s cheaper than before
But does it go to the artist?
If an artist that I want to hear has no music online
Then surely they are terrible that’s the only reason why
Suddenly my favorite’s gone
He’s up and called it quits
His music’s taken off of the web
He says there’s just no money in this
And I just don’t understand
Does he know how much we streamed his songs?
Surely he got paid for all of that
And if not then that’s just wrong
Though streaming has its benefits there’s still much hurt to see
So perhaps it’s time to stand up tall and push for equality
Today is the day
We’re gonna rise against their lies
If we want the music world to change
Then digital must die
Cuz we live in an age
Ruled by faceless bandits
Who decide what’s all the rage
And siphon all the profits
But perhaps this song is useless
Cuz the world ever changes
And five to ten years on from now
New problems will exist
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26. |
Just Look At The Charts
01:42
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Listenin’ to your heavy rock n roll
And digging that rhythm and blues
Then you walk down the street and you hear a song
That sounds like it’s hip with the youth
And you hate it so and you moan and groan
That the sixties were the golden age
And that everyone then was so original
They had real fire and rage
You say everything’s different now
That music’s not what it used to be
Nobody experiments or writes new songs
Oh I wish that you could see
That the innovation that you’re looking for is not with the bands in your heart
The innovation that you want’s in front of your eyes
Just look at the charts
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27. |
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There’s nothing wrong with pop music please listen to what I say
There’s nothing wrong with it at all even in our modern day
There’s nothing wrong with pop music it’s the genre of my songs
And if you ever thought different well baby you were wrong
There’s nothing wrong with pop music it’s the best thing you’ll ever hear
Even if you hate it just gets stuck ringing in your ear
Love may make the world go round but music moves its feet
You can hear it all around and you’re moving to the beat
There’s nothing wrong with pop music do you even know what it is
It’s enjoyed by everyone, not just Middle aged women and kids
There’s a reason I sing its praises, the world needs more of it
That’s because it’s so infectious, even if it sounds like shit
There’s nothing wrong with pop music it can take so many forms
You can make it experimental you don’t even need to conform
I said there’s nothing wrong with pop music the only thing wrong is with you
Because you don’t realize that the music you love is really pop music too
Hit it!
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28. |
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29. |
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WRITTEN BY JAMES MORRISON
Woke up this morning
Went back to sleep
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30. |
"Time To Go"
00:43
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31. |
Just Keep On Driving
02:13
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As I start my car I look all around me
I see all the notices that flash and beep
But one catches my eye that I don’t see today
One that often helps me on my way
My headlights no longer work at all
They’re no longer at my beck and call
And suddenly a wave of exhaustion arrived
Will I make it home or will I forever drive?
OH NO
My life’s flashing before my eyes
JUST KEEP ON DRIVING
And I have no idea if I’ll survive
JUST KEEP ON DRIVING
In my many years I never thought I’d be in this situation
And if I don’t act real fast than I may meet him in that old sky station
LOOK HERE
My body slumps and my car speeds ahead
JUST KEEP ON DRIVING
If something crosses my path soon I’ll be dead
JUST KEEP ON DRIVING
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32. |
Bionic Dragons II
01:51
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33. |
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~The Work Verse~
WRITTEN BY GINO VANNELLI
I've been slavin' my mind just to try to find a way out
And it's been on my brain just to put the blame on you
I've gotta find a way just to make my day a useful one
Cause I'm a front row ticket to a nothin' show
I've got one free pass just to let me know
Hey babe it's a stagnant time
But it takes more than that to hang my coat and hat and sleep
I've gotta sweat once more till my bones feel sore
I tell you why
Cause I'm a front row ticket to a nothin' show
I've gotta crash this prison and not let go
My heart's on a sun cloud screamin' for progress
'Cause I want
Work
I'll keep slavin' my mind just to try to find some kind of light
I'm gonna burn this damn ticket and think of tomorrow
And I won't live this long life in stagnation no more
My heart's on a sun cloud screamin' for progress
Cause I'm a man
And man's gotta work
~Funeral Procession~
WRITTEN BY OWEN RADFORD
(instrumental)
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34. |
Dogsitting
01:22
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Dr. Deceptive Dayton, Ohio
An experimental pop band collaborating between Dayton, Ohio and Laramie, Wyoming.
Comprised of frontman/songwriter/multi-
instrumentalist Owen Radford and multi-instrumentalist and producer wAHb.
Links below are for Owen and wAHb’s solo work, as well as social medias
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