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Mismatch
05:27
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At first you seemed just like my dream
Of a finer better life
Much more than I could ask for
In a lover or a wife
Though I work with my body
And my work makes my hands rough
There are gentle things inside me
That are anything but tough
There are lessons you could teach me
Things I do not know
Things I've never done, girl
And places we could go
But you only wear your tailored suits
For me to rip and tear
Ah, can't I hold you quietly
And smell your perfumed hair?
I saw you as the answer
That I never dared to dream
I saw you as the window
Into a world I'd never seen
I saw you as the vision
Come to raise me from the mud
But you came to use my sweat to cool
The fever in your blood
I'm not Marlon Brando
On his motorcycle bike
When you call me your animal
It's a name I do not like
Please do not tear my back
Yes, of course I bleed
The violence you thirst for
Is not what I need
Your silken skin is armor
That begs for brutal hands
But why can't I be gentle
And tell you of my plans?
I know that you're using me
Not I just using you
And you're not so scared
Of losing me as I losing you
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2. |
John My Beloved
05:36
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Are we to speak, first day of the week
Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
Long island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?
So can we pretend sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
There's only a shadow of me, in a manner of speaking I'm dead
Such a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I'm painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your head
So can we be friends sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle head
There's only a shadow of me, in a manner of speaking I'm dead
I'm holding my breath
My tongue on your chest
What can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come visit my bed
My fossil is bright in the sun
So can we contend, peacefully
Before my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, come shield me
From fossils that fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me, in a matter of speaking I'm dead
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Born a poor young country boy
Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream
See her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
Find me in my field of grass
Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature's son.
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4. |
The Greatest Gift
01:50
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Praise the mountain and the rain
All the gifts that still remain
But the greatest gift of all
And the law above all laws
Is to love your friends and lovers
To lay down your life for your brothers
As you abide in peace
So will your delight increase
As the mystery of the cross
Is the love joy lost, I toss
In the fountain in the rain
But my sorrow still remains
So I run to my friends and lovers
I lay down my life for my brothers
As I abide in peace
So will my delight increase
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5. |
Tin Woodsman
03:01
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i'm not real
i am tin
i am rusting
i'm not here
where are you?
i'm not human
i hate my stupid joints and my stupid fingers
i hate my stupid metal body
i love you
i need you
i'm a fucking child
oh great oz please give me a heart so i might be as other people are
i want to feel like i am real again
i am real again (i am real)
i take life out of context
life takes the context out of me
i am unsteady
(chorus)
i take life out of context
i am not human
i need you
somewhere over the rainbow is not a place i want to be
cause i am cursed to wait for this rust to swallow me
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6. |
On The Level
03:46
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Boy, this could be your year
Make an old man proud of you
Forget about the tears
On the level
See me eye-to-eye
Stand up like a man
Even from the underside
On the level
On the level
Man, I never had a choice
Never had a chance
Never had a voice
On the level
Carrying a name
Fall until my final day
Now who's there left to blame?
On the level
On the level
On the level
On the level
On the level
On the level
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7. |
uuu
02:49
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all i ever needed was your matchstick mama, to take my wrongs & make them right
to take my darkness & make it bright
give your old boy's cigarette a light
i want uuu to hold thru the night
i want uuu to see thru my hearts disguise
i want u
all i ever needed was your siamese kiss
to cleanse me of this spookiness
to clear the fog see thru the mist
give my sorrows a plot twist
i want uuu to stand with me thru the fright
i want uuu to swing with me thru the noontime sky
i want u
lovin you, sure makes me afraid
of losin
but i don't care, i can't slow down now
once we kissed i lost my choice to be choosin
& no one else will do
all i ever needed was your red wine voice
that comes out when it's late & we're getting close
& when i say 'let's take off all our clothes'
its because im a bumblebee baby, you're a rose
i want uuu to love me till daylight
i want uuu to wake up bundled up beside
i want u
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