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Street Sweeper's Strike
03:50
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Street Sweeper's Strike
Too many weekend's apart
from a girl I tried so hard to jump start.
All these years we kid ourselves
come out of your shell and be felt.
Ocean breeze, two girls with a dog on a leash
Oh, there's still some life left in me
if not for this somber sea shore
I'm so unlike the sea surfer that will never no what it feels like to not score
Docile days
I'd rather stay inside with a stack of books
than sit around a pool with a bunch of jerks.
Cloud upon cloud
I rented a room to help disperse the gloom
A certain dull ache: it might be too late.
But I crossed the ocean to get to her.
She said, "That's not the ocean ...
that's Lake Michigan."
I'm so tired
of getting it wrong…
of getting it wrong...
I'm so tired.
I could not get over
her sick interest in violent films
She was a reformed goth
wanting one last roll in the cobwebs.
We met during a street sweeper's strike
Yeah we stumbled upon people that had real problems in life.
Not like her, you and I.
She and I existed briefly.
Not as one but at once, then gone
the "us" of the two of us failed to appear
That's her over there.
And this is me here.
I'm so tired
of getting it wrong…
of getting it wrong...
I'm so tired.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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2. |
Circus Girl Horse Rider
04:22
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Circus Girl Horse Rider
She has lost her spirit now.
She’s made of mind and body now.
She says, “life’s a tight rope,
it is without hope.”
She never looks up or down now.
I love my circus girl horse rider.
Yeah, I’d like to think so.
Another big top by the sea shore,
each day the same show.
As her drama unfolds
more tickets go unsold.
My circus girl has rivals now.
So she dropped out of Southern Cal.
She says, “Books they bore me, they are a chore to me.
And life’s a circus, it is the absurdest …
oh how we go round, and round and round and round.”
I found a girl, a despot of style.
Yeah, she’d like to think so.
My darling circus girl horse rider,
we’ve not much to live for…
Once you find out let me know,
then come mend my overcoat.
Let’s cause a scandal now.
My circus girl, let’s settle down.
No hope, no home,
let’s stop roaming around.
Let them say, “Where are you now,
we all want to know?”
La la la la la la la la la, we’ve so much to live for.
La la la la la la la la la, we’ve so much to live for.
My darling circus girl horse rider, you’ve so much to live for.
My darling circus girl horse rider, you’ve so much to live for.
You may come back as a flower
or perhaps as a bearable rush hour.
If the show must go on then give the mind and body wine.
This is our lot in life this time.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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3. |
Air Hockey Night
03:58
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Air Hockey Night
No matter how much we hide or hibernate
you and I share the same fate.
I want to hold your hand writing hand,
I want you and I to make a stand.
The city once belonged to us at night.
Take notice now a new crowd abounds.
You mean the world to me my girlie.
True, I've lost affection for this world.
Let's play, let's find joy in simple things.
At times you're vicious and mean
But let's not complain tonight about a world
that's clearly out of our control.
It feels like an air hockey night.
Yes I have lifted a few pints in my life.
Down, down, down into the town,
gather some strength round after round.
In this no where place a room below the bar
they have some games and a girl with guitar.
Her songs are bearable if you are charitable
and I know you are.
Let's play, let's find joy in simple things
sometimes you're vicious and mean.
But don't be fooled by my losing record,
winning still appeals to me.
I'm sorta tired of being on the outs in the outskirts
I want to get back … in skirts.
Let's not have another railyard fight.
I thought this shortcut would help prolong the night.
The river snakes through the city as if saying goodby.
Oh, I'm rough on a car
and I can't finish what I start.
Still, let's go out and give it all another try.
Oh, you're beautiful like a weekend…
one that knows Monday's off.
Yeah you're my beautiful long weekend,
I'm gonna finish you off.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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4. |
Power Loom
03:08
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Power Loom
It was around noon
when I fell in love with a girl
who was standing in front of a rusted power loom.
She said, “these tools of a bygone age
Oh, they make me feel ashamed of what I get paid…
to sit in a cubical each day,
taking countless breaks,
A slave to the latest fad, the latest craze.”
I don’t know where to tell you to start.
Is it our fault what we are?
There’s nothing heaven sent to me
I have fought and scratched for everything.
And she’s seems less obsessed now
with the latest pop star or Hollywood clown.
She seems more into books now.
But they’re scary books that question existence,
the kind of books that can ruin the weekend.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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5. |
Ballad of the Key Grip
04:15
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Ballad of the Key Grip
I burned every bridge leading to and from my hometown.
If I were to go back I'd have to fly in now.
But I don't trust the airport there …
it's so small and pathetic.
All those icons and eyesores on Riverside
where we squandered our time, consumed with foolish pride
oh, how I wish I could erase it all from my mind.
Come here…
Make those good legs work toward some greater good.
You get so much wrong but you still have me understood.
I'd like to get at you one last time.
Another cigarette rolled.
I stand where I'm told.
I'm just a key grip working on a film
as long as I am able.
In life there are many roles
or so I am told.
Well I'm just a key grip on a movie set
I've no time for ballads, I still have some life yet.
I'm just a key grip hanging around as long as I am able.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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6. |
A Difficult Night
04:58
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A Difficult Night
Bury my heart at wounded knee
then come meet mister and misery.
Land locked and lost at sea
me and my one sixteenth Cherokee.
She has memorized passages and lines
from The Earth Shall Weep.
I can sympathize our history has been taught
as though it were a pep rally.
Keep your myths and fantasies
I'll use my mind it seems made for me.
Among the birds and bumble bees,
me and my state college refugee.
In a world consumed with hate,
militant religions and warrior faiths,
you may soon convince me
belief in nothing is in deed something.
I like her scary
I like how the hotel clerk did a double take upon seeing he.
In heavy eye liner, she blinked and then asked for me.
Oh, difficult is the night,
I'm in mourning for us.
When all the days mistakes and errors
corrupt your dreams and cause night terrors.
When all of the soul-sapping chores are done
at the end of the day,
and there's nothing else to say.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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7. |
Tight Sleeves
04:30
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8. |
Sleepover Friend
04:10
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Sleepover Friend
It's only you, nobody else
soon you're counted out so suit yourself
I know it’s what you want
but you have doubts
still you long to belong.
yeah, you're beautiful like no body else
so go and build a suitable sense of self
I know it's what you want
but you have doubts
inside so unsure, out loud beclouded.
So what shall we discuss
my sleep over friend?
I've gotta stack of books somewhere
that will explain how it all ends.
Evict the Bolshevik
my heart is sick
the sand is quick
the union rep with hair unkept
he tried in vain it ends the same
the joy the pain I’ll sing your praise
the joy the pain your dues are paid
you could not hide your country ways
you could not hide your homesick face
its a shame how poorly the 20th century unfolds
I take no comfort in saying, "I told you so."
Our lives … are patched and scarred
yet still on the mend
our lives … are full of broken dreams and a steady stream...
of sleep over friends
There's a street, a new route to take
beyond misery and disbelief.
I just haven't found it yet.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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9. |
So Unlikely
04:44
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10. |
No Answer is the Answer
03:05
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No Answer Is the Answer
I was on your side, I was on your side
until you made that ultimatum.
Yeah, I was on your side, God knows how I tried
all demands I tried to satiate them.
Yeah, it's almost over now.
Shall we go or go without?
As sure as the setting sun
everything that can be has been done.
Now let's move on.
The skies will not clear
it grows dark year after year.
No answer is the answer, my dear
with heavy-lidded eyes you've made it so painfully clear.
Though our tooth brushes touched, it wasn't enough
something has come between us
As sure as the setting sun
everything that can be has been done
now let's move on.
I have this sea sick feeling,
"did we go overboard?"
No, just board that it's over.
I feel nothing really
just an empty street and me whistling.
(Whistle)
(I was on your side, I was on your side
until you made that ultimatum.
As sure as the setting sun
everything that can be has been done.
You must know no answer is the answer.
The sky will not clear
it grows dark year after year.
©2006 Mood Management Music, BMI
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