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instrumental
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A Note to Self to Suffer
02:17
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A Note to self-destruct
What sells itself?
I don't know, you talkin' 'bout the good stuff?
You talkin' 'bout L-O-V-E?
That's not really my scene man
I'm not really into funk
I'm more of a folk singer
My genre, it's more like folk singing,
it's like talking more...
Life is free but the rules are kind of funny
(sometimes there are harmonies)
Don't have to work but you've got to have money
(sometimes my voice sounds kind of weird and I do this like, um...)
Some say we came from apes, others say we´re made from clay
(kinda like robot voice thing?)
mudslinging monkeys hating to the grave
(have I? no...)
History has a taint
a note to self to suffer
Fiction has love to sell,
to sell itself
Science has her fiction
and fantasy
which has fate
and love
which sells itself
So what's not to love?
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I see your bird has flown
How does it feel to be alone
In a jail of your own fashioning
With reason for the walls
And despair for the ceiling?
I lived in pissed off city
For a long, long time
The landlords they are greedy
And the bums don't take no dimes
In pissed off city
Most the girls are pretty
Most the boys are nice
We can walk on water here
When it turns to ice
At least we got a family
To justify the line
"The scene is so incestuous"
I hear that all the time
In pissed off city
Get yourself some money
Find yourself a wife
Escape from pissed off city to, uh
The countryside
We've all got our dreams
And most of them are pipe
Pass that over to the left
And yes, I'll have some more wine
In pissed off city
I'll freeze there with the sinners
For everything I've done
'Cause in pissed off city
You gotta do what you can to have some fun
Fun?
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Walking home
Veritably strutting
Walking home
You’ve got it going on
Your crew stays on point
Your shit is on point
Walking home
Hands in pockets
Veritably strutting.
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Instrumental vibes.
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If it's in your nature . . .
(lotta mumbling on this one)
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Do you want to know?
All there is to know?
Are you seeking enlightenment?
Are you seeking yourself there?
Turn on the light
Let in some light
Wont you draw the shades
And open up our eyes
Open your heart and turn away
Open your heart today
You're sitting in the dark
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...And these polar bears
Don't overdose on common sense
'Cause fear of death drives most, hence
Eternal war, religion, cops and pros, and liquor stores.
I want eyes that cry like yours
I want my own ajar glass doors
The wider world eludes me
And sometimes, me, I's elides ease (E's?)
I's elides,
Yeah, I gotta work
And now there's these animals
And people are saying they're cannibals,
Talking 'bout the polar bears
Talking 'bout the polar bears
Talking 'bout the polar bears
And people are saying they're cannibals...
And these polar bears
Polar bears
And they don't care
They're polar bears
Yeah, we're the ones that are cannibals
Don't overdose on common sense
'Cause fear of death drives most, hence
Don't overdose on common sense
'Cause fear of death drives most, hence
Don't overdose
Don't overdose
Don't overdose
Don't!
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Hi & Half-Tight
02:41
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n/a
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Let it Rain (demo 1999)
03:47
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Well I drank myself drunk I was out all night
and I didn't get to sleep till a quarter to five
Well I'm lyin' in bed and the phone it rings I said
Let it ring let it ring let it ring let it ring oh yeah
Let it ring let it ring let it ring let it ring
Let it ring let it ring let it ring
let it go
Whoooop!
Well I thought I'd smoke a cigarette,
And here comes her godamned cat,
Let me smoke, babe, get away from me, I said
Get away get away get away get away oh yeah
Get away get away get away get away
Get away get away get away
Get away get away get away get away
Get away get away get away
Get it on
Whoooop!
Well there I am I'm lyin' in bed
And I ain't seen the sun since a quarter a ten
And it started to rain and it ain't a waste I said
Didn't mind it all when the clouds rolled in
Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain, uh-huh
Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain
Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain all day
Let it rain!
Whoooop!
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Grinder to his Dad in a soft aside said Dad, ahh, Dad?
Turn it off, no turn it on . . .
Flower in her hair, named for the self-same that was there was Dahlia
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Feather Trigger 2000
03:35
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She died not knowing
that her life it was going
to live forever in my mind
I'm alright knowing
she's kowtowing
to the party line of Cicero
away
Well she lived in a jail
and one of her own fashioning
with walls of reason
despair for a ceiling
though her logic seemed so fuzzy
I reckon I get it now
for she never pulled a trigger
without thinking about it first
No she never pulled a trigger
Without at least thinking it was kowtowing
she's kowtowing
she's kowtowing
she's kowtowing
to the party line of Cicero (or was it Cato and Zeno)
la la la
she'll live forever in my mind I suppose
Though the urge dear, was too great,
to bring it all full circle
and I know the feather trigger
had life left in her way
but she never picked it up without
at least first thinking
No she never pulled a trigger
Without at least saying "oh wait, I'm kowtowing
I'm kowtowing
I'm kowtowing
I'm kowtowing"
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Down to the Well lyrics
For water we used to go down to the well
Now it's down to the corner store, what the hell?
Or at a gas station at three in the morn
you're coming home from work and your
all ripped and torn.
I wish we still had time to go to the well
Where the water's sweet and spirited as hell
And we'll get drunk on the water just fine
We'll have a drunk and had a good time at the well
At the well we got ourselves in really deep
At the well ourselves such a ball
Hell, well
They don't know what the well can do for you
The well can do for me
You know the water's pure the water's sweet
The water is sweet
The water is sweet
The water is sweet
The water is sweet
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Faux Jean San Diego, California
Faux Jean is singer-songwriter from Duluth Minnesota who currently resides near the border of Mexico. He is kind of a stay- at-home dad slash dilettante coming out of hibernation and releasing music with greater frequency as time speeds up. Faux Jean cut his teeth in the fertile Minneapolis music scene in the early aughts before settling down to family life. He likes to draw and dance and and and!! ... more
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