1. |
And So Was I
02:12
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The Battle of Bunker Hill
Baby go to bed
I’m in different time zones now, somehow
You can rest your head
I am in different time zones now, somehow
My open heart is over-filled
With every thought that won’t sit still
A battle fought on Bunker Hill, somehow
I’m in different time zones now, somehow
My empty heart recalls this thrill
This happiness imposed by will
I’ve got to get off Bunker Hill
And get me back to home terrain
Somewhere I can finally shed my second skin
Little lies in little games
As I play and wonder when this truth begins
In different time zones
I’m in different time zones now
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3. |
More for Me
02:13
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More for Me
Flat Coca-Cola and stale apple pie
I need a little bit of lift in my life
I hope you’ll agree
I need a little more for me
A spoon in the bedroom
A dish in the sink
The cow and the moon have stepped out for a drink
Whenever you’re free
I need a little more for me
Summer shoulders are getting colder
And coffee shops are growing grim
A river needs to be crossed over
And I’ve forgotten how to swim
So shed your pajamas and slip into bed
The cow and the moon have jumped over our heads
But baby, they’re free
I need a little more for me
So baby, let’s be
I need a little more for…
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4. |
Losing You Again
03:52
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Losing You Again
Waiting for you tonight
I thought I’d be all right
I thought I’d held on tight
I thought I’d let go
I got my life on track
I got my aces stacked
Somebody’s got my back
When I start to get low
Back up against the wall
Help me to stand up tall
I’m trying not to crawl
Got to stay on my feet
But I caught your scent again
Wanted to drown in it
Nothing is permanent
Except this defeat
I want you to let me in
But I’m losing you again
Maybe I’ll count to ten
And then you’ll be mine
I thought it was too late
To lose you again to fate
Is it unfortunate
Or is it a crime
To let you leave all alone
Pretend that you’re not my home
Act like we both have grown
And gone our own way
I’d throw it all aside
I’d take you back in stride
Why should I have to hide
What I still have to say?
I want you to let me in
I’m losing you again
I’ve lost a lot since then
But I still have my pride
Who am I trying to kid
With all of these walls I’ve built
Let’s finally be rid
Of what we’ve denied
Washing my ruddy face
I wipe away the traces
Of the love we’ve placed
Off to one side
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5. |
Making a Dime
03:42
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Making a Dime
This boy ain't shown you nothing yet!
Favor his wager if you're hedging your bets:
Ingrained but exotic,
Tame but erotic,
Tweet it at your friends and take off twenty percent!
Oo, this man has got it made
He's a game-changer and we all have been played.
Better gobble up the stock, it's
Going in his pockets
Schemes of mice and men have never better been laid
He can toast and booze ‘em
Wangle and confuse ‘em
Pull the wool over your ruse-em
Cross him once and you lose him
He's a tightrope walker
Great Grandmother talker
Sink the stop-the-press shockers
Down to Dow Jones’s Lockers
Fortune Magazine?
He's on the top of the list
Every “i" is dotted;
Every baby is kissed
Butter up another
For the suckers who missed
(Pay in, pay out, he’s on the way now!)
Leave the baby boy at home
To make it on time
Praise the God of Commerce
Over Stable Design
Cause anything is anything
Is anything is anything is
Anything is worth it
If you're making a dime
Who’s got time for Lady Luck?
He’s the damn driver
And he's stopping the truck
Pull on your best britches
He knows what your wish is:
A goose in every oven
If he run out of duck
Slick your hair and shine your shoes
He'll put you in the black
If you've been singing the blues
The union got whiners?
Ship the job to China
He'll work it over night
Without it making the news
He can wine and dine ‘em
Humble and enshrine ‘em
California 49 ‘em
Bump up the bottom line ‘em
He can gleam and sparkle
Appease the patriarchal
No locks!
No chains!
He’ll take the reigns now!
The books are really cooking
When he’s fixing the price
He consumes the cake
And they can fight for the slice
Everyone’s a winner
When you’ve loaded the dice
(Rolling! Ka-ching!
Fat ladies sing now!)
Who’s afraid of jail
When he can buy out the crime?
Washing Pappy’s hands
With old Macallan and lime
Cause anything is anything
Is anything is anything is
Anything is worth it
If you're making a dime
The blade cuts deeper
When the iron’s hot
Refresh your pound of flesh
If it been going to rot
Stake that rot on your future gains
The cash keeps raining!
Anyone complaining?
Blow that bubble till it’s full to burst
You try to keep it down
You're heading in for the worst
Let it grow . . . Let it grow . . .
Let it grow! Grow! Grow!
Those stinking tent cities
Sprouted up in the dark
In Dewey and Zuccoti
And in Kennedy Park
A bitch without a bite
Ain't worth the boom of the bark
(That's it! Evict!
Let's make it quick now!)
Here atop the pyramid
The air is sublime
High above the rabble
And the gravel and grime
And anything is worth it
If you're making a dime
Anything is worth it
If you're making a dime
The monkeys in the middle
Want a shot at the pay
They can get the message
Or get out of the way
A billion people settle
For a dollar a day
(Get what you get,
Don’t get upset, now)
To reach the upper rungs
You learn to push as you climb
Despite the laws of humanism,
Rhythm and rhyme
And anything is worth it
Anything is worth it
Anything is worth it
If you’re making a dime
They're chopping off the heads
Of all the best in the biz
Got too big to fail
But didn't prep for the quiz
Barricade the door
Against the cast of Les Miz
(Let's hold him down;
it's turned around now)
You want to be a man
And kill a God in his prime?
Then shout it as you drop
The guillotine through his spine
That anything is anything
is anything is anything
is anything is worth it
If you're making a dime
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6. |
The Last Six Months
01:43
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The Last Six Months
In only the last six months
I’ve sampled quite a spread
Been out with a dozen boys
And I took a few to bed
And there’s but one snafu
In all that I do
And baby it’s you
I’m loving in my head
Been walking the same old walks
Round the same familiar lakes
I’m talking the same lame talks
And I made the same mistakes
And what the difference proves
Is what I already knew:
Baby, it’s you I’m tethered to
I’m hoping a year from now
I can make a different claim
I’ll live in another house
And I’ll call another’s name
And till the present moves
What else could I do
But think about you,
My love for you
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7. |
Resolution
02:13
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Resolution
There’s a point we have reached
That is past the point of speech
And the point of no return
Is far behind
Well, what else could I do
When I’ve lost someone like you?
I have made a resolution
That I’ll get you off my mind
Three or four weeks ago
Every hour felt so slow
(I try not to be
The second counting-kind)
But as I write down this song
It’s your face I’m focused on
Though I made a resolution
That I’ll get you off my mind
Every place I see is second best;
Every fact I hear is incorrect;
Why couldn’t we intersect?
Why are we sleeping alone?
Hear me all, clear and loud,
Now and here I make this vow
(I try not to be
The promise breaking-kind)
There’s the pile, here’s the pyre
Here’s to ending this desire
I have made a resolution
That I’ll get you off my mind
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8. |
Dream Big a Little
03:04
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Dream Big a Little
If you want it, babe,
Would you dream big a little?
I can ask for that
You could have it all
If you leaned in a little
Nobody’s holding you back
The weeks begin to fly
Our hands forget to try
I’m tired of standing by on the phone
I could give a lot
If you needed a little
You can ask for that
You can give it thought
And we’ll dream big a little
Nobody’s holding us back
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9. |
Competition
04:16
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Competition
"Just be," we teach,
Let the waters flow
Taking to heart sage advice
From our elders as we go
Like in the meanwhile
Just smile, success will come in time,
Anyone who's seen the mountaintop
Has made an uphill climb
And as we climb there
Who cares which men lie in the dust?
Written in stone throughout history
Is "victory or bust"
So cut some throats, son,
Have fun! Be back for lunch at noon.
Plunder the streets of America
And wealth will find you soon
But it ain’t that way
So it’s not a competition
No it’s not a competition
If it don’t have to be
And I will light your way
If you show me what I’m missing
And I’ll show you something missing
If you light it for me
Hold fast! Our past
Has brought us safe this far
Bending our means justifiably
Ends the way we are
The human asset has yet
To maximize its gains;
Boosting our output to overdrive
Is worth our growing pains
From coast to quicksand
This land is made for me me me:
Honor hard work not with benefit
But skills exposed for free
Upon our last breath
Grey Death will claim all but our worth
Better entombed under treasure troves
Than join the living Earth
But it ain’t that way
So it’s not a competition
No it’s not a competition
If it don’t have to be
And I will light your way
If you show me what I’m missing
And I’ll show you something missing
If you light it for me
Brothers and sisters, ditch your teams
Stand with the queers and in-betweens
And in the highest halls of dreams
We’re kings and queens, it seems,
Together
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