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Close-Up
05:14
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when she walks...
she moves with purpose
she moves her feet with sheer intent
yeah, when she moves
it's with wild conviction
yeah, there's imagination in her step
she crashes through me
she sees into me
and i'm left like a man without words
like a writer in reverse
like a poet without rhyme
completely drained and unrehearsed
she crashes through me
she sees into me
when i'm left with nothing
she brings that special something
when she walks, you know it's just like heaven
but when she talks, you know it's just not that
when she moves toward me, i get to see close-up
just where her heart is at
sweeter than the sweetest melody
stranger than a fish up in a tree
she's as funny as a tragic comedy (she is)
she crashes through me
she sees into me
jumping on a juke box magic trick
this girl knows just what makes me tick
tell me, hon, what do you see in me?
(what do you see?)
when i'm left with nothing
she brings that special something
when she walks, you know it's just like heaven
but when she talks, you know it's just not that
when she moves toward me, i get to see close-up
just where her heart is at
just where her heart is at
just where her heart is at
it's right beneath her mask
when she walks, you know it's just like heaven
but when she talks, you know it's just not that
when she moves toward me, i get to see close-up
when she walks, you know it's just like heaven
but when she talks, you know it's just not that
when she moves toward me, i get to see close-up
just where her heart is at
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Michilene
03:34
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Michilene, where did all the magic go?
Michilene, like a bad TV Reality show
Michilene, I hate to see that see-thru dress
Michilene, gonna miss you girl, I must confess
I've got papers to serve you now
A restraining order for my nerves somehow
You make a play to stay
I draw a line in the sand
Go away
But please understand,
Michilene.
Michilene, I saw the writing on the wall, you know
Michilene, that ship sailed oh, so long ago
Remember when we talked?
Remember when we cried?
Remember when we stayed up all night
to argue, cuss and fight?
Michilene, baby, where did all the magic go?
Michilene, we're like a bad TV Reality show
Michilene, in pieces you're a part of me
Michilene, time to give back that apartment key
Michilene
Michilene
Hey, Michilene.
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To the Other Side
05:13
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Somewhere in the town in the valley below
Mr. and Mrs. Brown get ready
They're going on a late honeymoon vacation
yeah, they're gonna celebrate
with jubilation on a joyous mountain
Driving to the top is the longest ride
Making it through just another journey
To the Other Side
To the Other Side...
It's nothin' normal, the loud pop poppin'
Pull over, pull over, the spare's in the back
Mr. Brown with a crowbar, feelin' kinda grumpy
But his demeanor's still intact
A boiling point might soon be reached
Mrs. Brown's car apparently has the jack
Mr. and Mrs. Brown get out their i-phones and Google
For a Fix-It Guy
For a Fix-It Guy
For a Fix-It Guy...
Walk on...
A Sunday drive, a nice getaway
On a happy honeymoon the two can fight
Walking up the road for a clean motel
And sleep on it tonight
Monday morning wake the mechanic
He's willing to drive you back to the scene
Mr. and Mrs. Brown are appalled to find
A car with missing tires
A car with missing tires
A car with missing tires...
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Playpen
03:45
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Yeah,
We're capitalists. We're socialists.
But don't worry about us -
We believe in democracy
We're analysts of communism
But we're not communal
and don't buy Marxist Philosophy
We're politicians in sewer systems
While septic tanks fill up with GOP decisions
And there's a world religion
That shreds the masses
Yeah it beats us down
But we're gonna FLY UP, HALLELUJAH!
in our playpen
FLYIN' UP, HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
FLYIN' UP, HALLELUJAH! with a rattle in our playpen
Yeah we're bums and medics, poets and prophets
We live among you and we got lawyers too
Yeah we're educated but we don't know nothin'
But hey at least that's somethin'
We're ragamuffins
We're social outcasts, yeah we got bad teeth
But we can't afford a dentist in this US economy
I got bullet points for a gaping wound
It's constant contact with your rich perfume
HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
growing up, HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
throwing up, HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
throwing up, HALLELUJAH! with a rattle in our playpen
Oh! What a great economy!
Oh! What a great economy!
some are passive. some are proud.
some harsh prudes maybe talk too loud.
some leave early, some remain
some see lightning in a weather vane
some seem cheery, some seem mad
somewhere someone feels so lonely, oh so sad,
some work it out
with fear and trembling
some oppress
it manifests in everything
up, HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
growing up, HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
throwing up, HALLELUJAH! in our playpen
HALLELUJAH with a rattle in our playpen
whatchagonna do
shhh -- whatchagonna do?
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Baa Baa, Black Sheep
04:27
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Where did you go, Ba Ba Baa Black Sheep?
What did you know, Ba Ba Baa Black Sheep?
Are you in the snow? Or lost in the breeze?
Does it sting your cheeks, Baa Baa Black Sheep?
Where are you now, Ba Ba Baa Black Sheep?
Can you hear me somehow, Ba Ba Baa Black Sheep?
Are you sore afraid? Have you gone and strayed?
Do you need a band-aid, Baa Baa Black Sheep?
You've got to wonder: Are you still in the deal --
If time collapses and the rapture is real?
Will you say:
"Uh-oh, we're going heaven now
Ho-Ho! Laugh at the clouds
Here we go -- we're gonna see Jesus now!
Oh no! Look at the people below."
It's never to late, Ba Ba Baa Black Sheep.
No man knows the date, Ba Ba Baa Black Sheep.
You can turn or burn
Look for the Catching Away
Maybe a fire escape, Baa Baa Black Sheep.
Don't ever wonder if you're still in the deal
You'll know that it's all real
You will ascend to the horizon singing:
"Uh-oh, we're going heaven now
Ho-Ho! Laugh at the clouds
Here we go -- we're going to see Jesus now!
Oh no! Look at the people below."
"Uh-oh, we're going heaven now
Ho-Ho! Laugh at the clouds
Here we go -- we're gonna see Jesus now!
Oh no! Look at the people below."
Look at the people below.
Look at the people below.
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Runaway Bones
03:48
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My heart might break
I've got Runaway Bones
My time in the sun has come undone.
They say to just wait
I've waited for a clue
Still alive, wrecked inside
I get so tired of you.
A nice family.
A healthy home.
Call it a home invasion in a worn out state.
It's such a great economy!
(The Great Abomination.)
Are you not entertained, entertained?
Entertained to death.
We're the lucky ones
So warm and well fed
Plumping up like a brat in a baby's bed
Well plump up on this:
It's not mysterious
Blinded by routine like the living dead
A nice family.
A healthy home.
Call it a home invasion in a worn out state.
It's such a great economy!
(The Great Abomination.)
Are you not entertained, entertained?
Entertained to death.
Here's a riddle for your fiddle:
How much is gas?
Who won the Superbowl?
The bland quest of the middle class.
A nice family.
A healthy home.
Call it a home invasion in a worn out state.
It's such a great economy!
(The Great Abomination.)
Are you not entertained, entertained?
Entertained to death.
My heart might break
I've got Runaway Bones
My time in the sun has come indone.
It's come undone.
It's come undone.
Might time in the sun has come un--
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7. |
Light of Day
03:33
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You didn't do it to protect your child
You didn't do it to take care of your wife
You didn't do it, flowers in your eyes
You didn't do it just to say good-bye
You didn't do it to spare the rod
You didn't do it to save the child
Your razor-mind, your eyes ablaze
Nails clipped, hair combed
You're a beautiful soul
We're affected, transfixed
We rationalize the deed
Grief and sorrow, a cocktail mix
Crops planted from a rancid seed
You stole the show
You had 'em talking
You stole the show that day
You stole the show
You wore us out
You broke your Light of Day
Light of Day
You didn't jump, you didn't take a swan dive
You didn't throw a toaster in the tub
You didn't do it with a noose up high
You didn't do it for right or wrong
You didn't bruise
You didn't struggle
You didn't starve away
Honestly, I don't have a clue
I wish I didn't get you
I wish I didn't get you
Heaven Hell Purgatory
It's not a better place
Throw yourself out
Rest your bones
You can leave without a trace
You stole the show
You had 'em talking
You stole the show that day
Yeah, you stole the show
You wore us out
You broke your Light of Day
You stole the --
You stole the show
You had 'em talking
You stole the show that day
Yeah, you stole the show
You wore us out
You broke your Light of Day
Light of Day
You didn't do it, You didn't do it
You didn't do it, Did ya
You didn't do it, You didn't do it
You didn't do it, Did ya
You didn't do it, You didn't do it
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Is this consciousness just an illusion manufactured by my brain?
Does every cell of gray matter in my head know his importance in the game?
And if that cell is unaware, do we conclude all matter matters just the same?
In a Universe of particles, ignorance discredits almost everything
Give me ears to hear
Tune in my receptors to feel and follow
I won't speak in fear --
To the End of the Universe,
End of the Universe
I know that's where my love will be
To the End of the Universe
End of the Universe
I know that's where my love will be
And I try to comprehend this mess of tissue and of nerve
And when the world comes crashing down I'll still be poking abstracts through a broken word
Can we sentence thought to prison? make us molecules?
Escape responsibility?
No, I'm just a man and I make mistakes and science can't erase it
Put the blame on me
Give me ears to hear
Tune in my receptors to feel and follow
I won't speak in fear --
To the End of the Universe,
End of the Universe
I know that's where my love will be
To the End of the Universe
End of the Universe
I know that's where my love will be
Give me ears to hear
Tune in my receptors to feel and follow
I won't speak in fear or worry about tomorrow.
(About tomorrow.)
(About tomorrow.)
To the End of the Universe,
End of the Universe
I know that's where my love will be
To the End of the Universe
End of the Universe
I know that's where my love will be
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9. |
In My Mother's House
05:04
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In my Mother's House there is a welcoming
Though it comes not form a sign above the door
In my Mother's House there is a homecoming
For all who've made their beds there once before
In my Mother's House there is a gathering
Of tears and laughter, voices young and old
In my Mother's House there is a history
Of Bible Stories, prayers and Sunday clothes
In my Mother's House
In my Mother's House
It won't be long.
In my Mother's House there is a reverence
For God and country, family and friends
In my Mother's House, you know, there is a presence
Of grace and mercy, a love that never ends
In my Mother's House
In my Mother's House
It won't be long.
In my Mother's House
In my Mother's House
In my Mother's House there is a longing
A voice that tugs the heart from deep within
In my Mother's House, you know, there is a longing
A hope of reuniting once again
In my Mother's House there is a welcoming
It doesn't leave you as you journey on your way
In my Mother's House, you know, there is a homecoming
For God has come to take her home today.
In my Mother's House
In my Mother's House
You know it won't be long.
In my Mother's House
In my Mother's House
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Songwriters and Melody Makers from beautiful Grand Rapids, Michigan
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