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Someday Lonely
04:20
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Black box, Betsy Ross, eyes crossed, jingoistic
That’s right snakebite, jack-knife, egotistically
Hey honey, I still don’t want you to leave
Someday lonely
Someday lonely you will be
Someday lonely you will be, yeah, but not me
House-mud, horse-blood, pick an allergy
So close, adios, court-ordered policy
Hey honey, limited proximity
When you’re feeling all alone and down
Think of me, because I won’t be
But there’s nothing I could say to you
To help you feel like I do
Landslide, sledge ride, blood dried on the side of the road now
Hitchcock, let’s rock, can’t knock what’s head to toe now
Hey honey, I’m sorry to see you go
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Fiend
04:59
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At the foot of her bed, there’s a cemetery
Of lovers she’s had, including me
She’s a tattooed fiend in stilettos
She’ll occasionally wear you like a worn out fad
Taking everything thing you’ve ever had
She’s tattooed in stilettos
With the arrow of Cupid hidden in her sleeve as a crutch
She’ll bait you and coax you until she has you in her clutch
If gold were heartbreak then she’d have the Midas touch
Yeah, she’s the Devil at heart
I know and you know she’s just an imposter
With eyes of a killer-diller, heart of a mobster
She’s a broken down flat tire a road hazard vampire
I know and you know it’s time she retired
She’s a fiend
She makes you feel you’re the only one
Then burns you like the noonday sun
She’s a tattooed fiend in stilettos
She’ll casually wager you as a bet
Then smoke you like a home rolled cigarette
She’s tattooed in stilettos
She makes you think, you should feel that in fact you’re blessed
While she wields her green thumb in her garden of unhappiness
And with each passing day she grows a brand new mess
Yeah, she’s the Devil at heart
The Devil at heart, The Devil at heart, The Devil at heart
She purrs while she’s perched like a kitten upon your lap
She’s playful and loving until she turns into a wildcat
And while you pour her milk she’s busy stabbing you in the back
Yeah, she’s the Devil at heart
I know and you know she’s just an imposter
With eyes of a killer-diller, heart of a mobster
She’s a broken down flat tire a road hazard vampire
I know and you know it’s time she retired
She’s a fiend
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Shakin'
04:33
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I’m shakin’ for you
Just like a leaf
High in a tree
I’m shakin’ for you
Just like bug
Crawling on me
I know what you want from me right now
I know what you want
I know what you want from me right
Now…Now…Now…
I know what you want from me right now
I’m shakin’ for you
Just like voodoo
That’s what you do to me
You make me dream
You make me dream
You make me dream
You make me dream
You make me dream
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Yesterday's Shirt
02:47
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Yeah, you want me to say
That everything’s OK
And everything is fine
But I want you to know
That everything is going sour in this wine
When the good’s all but gone and the bad lingers on
Well it’s hard to believe it’s getting worse... it’s getting worse
You make me feel like I’m yesterday’s shirt
Thrown in the corner with the rest of your dirt
You make me see its more work than it’s worth
And you treat me like shit or worse
I don’t want you anymore
Come knocking on my door
But no one will be home
You have wasted all your time
When you find your peace of mind
I hope you like it all alone
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5. |
Sacremento
08:23
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I’m coming home from California
Though I hardly know the way
13 days in Sacramento
And I’m never going back again
I’m never going back to…
Sacramento, Sacramento, yeah
Sacramento, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll never drag me back to Sacramento
Sunshine’s dancing through the curtains
Sleepy dream-lash on her cheek
I could stare for hours at her suntanned breast
And she’d just sleep
Sun-beach girls at the ocean
Hung above Naugahyde, Cassatt
13 days in Sacramento
And I still don’t know what I want
I’m finally through believing
Because it’s breaking my heart and it’s truly genuine
I’m going to give up grieving
Because it’s bringing me down like I’m tangled up in twine
I’m feeling so much older
And I keep on thinking that I’ve finally found what is surely mine
It’s truly genuine I want you to know
And it’s truly genuine
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Punk Rock Band
03:25
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I know a girl who’s going to start a punk rock band
So she can make up songs about her old man
She’s not going to sing any happy words
None of that Paul McCartney stuff
She’s going bitch, and moan and gripe
And tell you how her life’s been tough
In a punk rock band
I know a girl playing in a punk rock band
She says it’s the artist thing to do
She doesn’t sing any happy words
She says to love you’ve got to hate
She’s only 19 and she don’t care
That she’s 25 years late…
She’s in a punk rock band
Tell me how it makes you feel when I make you bleed
Go ahead and take the kids and leave
‘Cause I know you think I’m just full of shit
But I don’t care a bit, because I’m sick of this
Just like 1976
I know I’ve said it all before
That I wouldn’t hit you anymore
But I can’t tell you where I’ve been
Jesus, don’t start crying again
I’ve got half a mind to shout out loud
I’ve got half a mind to bust you in the mouth
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Come (Kurdt)
04:43
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I’m feeling sick to my stomach
I’ve got a hole in my heart
I’m just pretending
How do you like it so far?
I’ve got a hole in my stomach
I’m feeling sick to my heart
I’m all through pretending
You can come as you are
Here’s a surprise
Here’s a surprise
Here’s a surprise
Here’s a surprise
Here’s a surprise
Here’s a surprise
I’ve got a hole in my stomach
I’m feeling sick to my heart
I’m all through pretending
You can come as you are
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8. |
How You'll Know I'm Gone
04:31
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How you’ll know I’m gone…
There’ll be a silence in the air
And every time you think to venture near the sink
Nothing will be there
So, you step outside, but you won’t catch me in that lie again
‘Cause all those cigarette butts I used to hide
Have been swept away long ago
But I guess that you would know that I’m gone
Now the bed won’t seem so small and every time you reach
Across the sheets you won’t feel any heat from me
And at 2:00 a.m. you won’t hear me breathing
Shake yourself awake fumble lamped
But you won’t see my tumbled hair lying there sleeping next to you
That’s how you’ll know I’m gone…
How you’ll know I’m gone…
You won’t hear me sing along when you sing that song
The one we used to play now I’m 100,000 miles away
You’ll think you left something home
But every time you check all you find’s that empty pocket
In the jacket that I left behind…but I don’t mind
So you play that song again
And you think you may have found
Something in the sound that made me smile and maybe stick around
Kind of crazy now, yeah something’s missing
Flashbulb red surprise, snapshot eyes
Your won’t see my smiling face in that place standing next to you
That’s how you’ll know I’m gone…
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9. |
Run Around
04:48
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Another Saturday night
She asks me, “Hey, what you want to do?”
She says, “Tell me it’ll be all right to step outside these walls tonight.
We could even see some lights or maybe see a show.”
She says, “Maybe a change of scenery
Is all that we both really need
To evaporate these blues that we
Are feeling deep inside
Tell me it’s all right”
Come on let’s get ourselves a car
Let’s paint our eyes up until they’re very, very dark
And run around all over town
And run around
And run around all over this town
And run around until we’re run out of town
Run out of town
I tell her, “I don’t think I have the strength,
To be that crazy again
I don’t think that I have the fight to step outside these walls tonight
I don’t have the fight
To even see a show”
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10. |
Summer's Here
03:16
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Summer’s here
Summer’s here again and they’re happy
Happy and enthusiastic
Wrap their faces up in plastic
And kick off their shoes
Like some hipster druids
That’s what they do
Summer’s here
Summer’s here at last, fantastic
And nothing ever seems to spin her
Who’s got time to gather for winter?
When there’s so much fun
Lying in the sun
What else needs to be done?
And when the summer’s down and closed
It always brings a frown to those
And if they see a flower buried in the snow
They have to pick it, Ah
Summer’s here
Summer’s here again and I’m happy
Happy as a clam in chowder
Could I say it any louder?
Isn’t it just swell?
I’m on the road to Wellsville
Can’t you even tell?
Summer’s here
Summer’s here again and they’re happy
Happy they don’t need their Prozac
Making up for what their life lacks
Kicking off their shoes
Like some hipster druids
That’s what they do
And you can do it too
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11. |
Hey Al
04:23
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Hey, Al won’t you be my pal?
Won’t you be my ink block fingerprint?
Hey, Al time capsule
Help me see through the glare and tint
That’s fogging up my high
Hey, Al won’t you be my pal?
Won’t you be my light bulb fingertip?
Hey, Al you’re my pal
Bang on the ear with a two can lip
I want to watch you fly
And if you fall, and if you fall then I’ll be there
And if you fall, and if you fall then I’ll be there
And if you fall, and if you fall, and if you fall
Then I’ll be there
Hey, Al won’t you be my gal?
Won’t you be my flashbulb photograph?
Hey, Al time capsule
You can bury me but don’t bury my laugh
I want to share a smile
And if you fall, and if you fall, and if you fall
Then I’ll be there
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12. |
It's Not Easy
05:05
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Sometimes I’m thinking that you think I understand you
That’s just my look to make you smile, yes it is
I’d love to lie here rolling in the grass
But I’ll be out all night, so don’t wait up
Yeah, I know I’m not easy, that’s what you’ve said
I know you don’t appreciate my friends
Digging in your dirt at 3 AM
Wake up honey and fix something to eat for them
But you just say, speak don’t grin
Yeah, I know they’re not easy, that’s what you’ve said
It’s not easy
It’s not easy
Starlit slumber underneath all of the covers
You sleepy-talk over and over
I hear your heartbeat breathing against your dreams
You know that I can’t sleep ‘til I’ve woke you up
Yeah, I know it’s not easy with me in your bed
Yeah, I know it ain’t easy
It can’t be easy with me in your bed
Sunrise tickling, as you stumble from the sheets
Outside your robe slips off your knee
I feel your skin, stretching out beneath the paper
And we just sit and take it in
Yeah, I know I’m not easy, that’s what you’ve said
Yeah, I know they’re not easy, they’re just my friends
Yeah, I know it’s not easy with me in your bed
I just want to lie my head down in your lap
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13. |
Mardi Gras
05:33
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You say, let’s all go to Mardi gras this year
You say, we can wear our hats of straw and drink beer
Then you put on your face
Then I see your eyes are raised
Then you make me feel like we’re worlds apart
Yes, I know you know what I want
Yes, I know you know what I need
Yes, I know, that you know me
You say, why don’t we decorate our love this year
You say, not like a Christmas tree, but a New Year
Yes, I know you know what I want
Yes, I know you know what I need
Yes, I know that you know me
Nothing is as static as the day by day
No one comes around here much to stop and talk
Or to stay in touch
They just get in their cars and they drive
You say let’s all go to Mardi gras this year
You say give us a smile and wipe away the tear
Then you put on the face
Then I see your eyes are raised
Then you make me feel like I’m on this drive alone
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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more
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