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Castles
02:24
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And I see with my eyes
And I talk with my mouth
And I point with my finger
And I hear with my ears
And I taste with my tongue
And I scream with my mind
And I run with my feet
And I sing with my throat
If you could just make a date
to sit, focus and meditate
on the great ways
That your body functions to survive
then you would simply realize
all the good that you could and that you should
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2. |
Jaime's Trashcan
02:36
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It was Christmas time
and I sang some songs of mine
To all my future friends
On a street before the south freeway
called Calumet
Where our fates had met
Drum kick kicked in
Guitar strings strummin
We sweated till our balls itched
A flop palace galore
where art mattered more
But not to say we never got bored
Chorus;
But as it has and always will
The Birth heralds the Death
And all the excess made a mess
when those hipsters left
And in the end the art of our friends
will be of that time and place
But the hour's late and I cannot stay
And now Jaime's trashcan is always full
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3. |
Letter to the Senator
01:52
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I know all the things I have to know
I can be anything I wanna be
I feel emotions that can't be real
Tongue tied is the patriot of me inside
If I just could separate the left from the right
silence all the talk show spite
See you out, till the end
polls are down it's the phrase of the question
This is a letter to the senator
Representative 56th from the 111th Congress
I can sense your campaigns all a hit
and I know you'll be the President
How to say, well if the people suck
then the leaders will suck and then we're all pretty fucked
See ya out, till the end
with all the joy and ballons at your reelection!
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4. |
Psychopath pt 1
00:52
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Well I told you that I loved you but you're a psychopath!
But at least your mine so I know your gonna be on time
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The Black Swan
02:28
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I feel in love with the Black Swan
She ballet her way right into my heart
a tortured ballerina, her soul was torn apart
and she took me when I was broken in two
and made me new!
I need a lover's touch to smooth and spark my mind
The stress has been building up and your just my type
Ask the Black Swan for some love for my wounded soul
After all, I'm pretty, as the expression goes!
Her love is heavy so I buy it by the pound
And she's twice as nice as this song is making her sound!
Oh where could she be? Retrieve at once
and return it back to me! Please oh! Can't, can't ya see?
It's love and desire tied with pain and shame
Unrequited love, that's the name of the game!
But the Black Swan swooped me up
and out the window flew my luck
Till it came back as a baby duck
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6. |
The Doomsday Clock
02:04
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Down the county line
behind the burnt pines
A blaze turned wood into ash
And all was black from the stump to the grass
The fire had had the last laugh
and the charcoal and dust, it was all too much
The bomb dropped down
No one heard a sound
Till the birds burst into flames
Men of pride
had to decide
who would live and who would die
The Doomsday Clock had struck 11:55
And the world was blinded by the light
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7. |
We'll Find the Time
03:44
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Oh Gina we'll find the time!
We'll stay together forever!
And I knew there was something about ya
And your hair has no compare!
But I know that you won't, well, want to share your love with me
Well, if you won't , I'll just have to go on
in my lonely misery
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8. |
Remmy
03:18
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Energy zappin'
blown out outlets
Lighting storm forms
I hold my breath
Then I hear the boom like a crack of a whip!
Then I died
No! No, not I, it's not my time!
White light, white heat
like Lou said
Shock spark
x-rayed my head
Lighting storm forms
thought it'd rain instead
then I got struck down dead!
I'm pissed, I can feel the buzz in my fingertips
Give an electron a kiss and you'll be burnt to a crisp!
The watts inside had fried my mind
left no doubt, when my right eye popped out!
Remmy! Remmy!
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9. |
Psychopath pt 2
02:15
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Has it all been a waste?
A fruitless goose chase?
Of struggle and strife and headache and heartache?
All my life I've tried to make myself in Art
but from the start, I knew it wouldn't
come from my head but instead
from all the years of wringing
and all the years of stinging my lil old heart
So the things I pursued lead me to a collision catastrophe
And it's true, all the pain that was brought to bear
came down because of me
I thought I loved you
but I was just in love with the past
I felt like the die had been cast
my whole world collapsed
and I just didn't wanna give
the psychopath the last laugh
and that battles for another day
and some way, I'll sew together my two halfs
Now I'm telling you, so you don't have to go through
what I went through!
And please take my advice
don't be an artist that is trapped
by your doomed love for your muse
that is unless you want to lose
So when I said I loved you
I was just being a psychopath!
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10. |
Shucks
02:28
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There is someone for everyone
That someone can't be there all the time
I don't wanna name names
but that someone just won't be mine
Shucks! That really sucks
You think you know somebody
but then they teach ya something new!
And you wish you had never learned
but instead had stayed the fool
And if you're taking home the cheap cheese
I ought to warn ya of the trouble it can bring
The mouse will fuck in the house
if ya know what I mean
And it'll crack up the rat pack
Oh but you didn't think of that
And now you're just bound for a heart attack
And if you think the peril's passed
all the cries, sob tears of the past
open your eyes, look in the mirror!
Know you cannot last
And you will die, all in good time
I'm never on time
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Ghormeh Sabzi Austin, Texas
Ghormeh Sabzi is a delicious persian cuisine; it's also been a band of changing line-ups and sounds headed by songwriter Cameron Bina. With his sister Ariana , they have recorded multiple releases and have played shows in Houston and Austin Texas. They are currently working on their next LP after their Thanksgiving themed "Black Friday EP" ... more
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