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Leola's Dormant Uprising
00:44
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Don’t think I am weak
Because I’m withdrawn and depressed
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I am simply regrouping
For my attack…
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2. |
The Emperor's New Tea
04:16
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I said, “I think you missed a spot
I mean your razor missed a spot
and you look just like my brother.”
then he slammed his coffee down
gave me a dirty frown and said
“you sound just like my x-wife and my mother.”
he said, “tell me who are you
tell me who’s the so-called you who’s
answering the question?”
then slapped me on the chest
another sucker punk possessed
by a charlatan’s aggression
Who’s in charge here?
I took a sip on the emperor’s new tea
now I can see right through my cloak of tyranny
at best I was a jester of pornography
but with a good tan and some good publicity
you’ll all be wanting a taste
of the tongue you misplaced
while your soul lays to waste in your
theatre of sophistry
She said,”when I talk to you
tell me what I ought to do since you
need everything to be just so.”
then she stared me in the eyes
of my ridiculous disguise
I was naked from head to toe.
This is what it’s like this is what it’s like
this is what it’s like.
Who is charge here?
I took a sip on the emperor’s new tea
now I can hear john cage’s silent symphony
the soul of wit is a tongues brevity
a mind is made by whose authority
take the shirt off your lip
and you’re mouth’ll unzip
for a visible drip of the
emperor’s new tea
Everybody wants to be somebody else
unless you can see for yourself
that the reason you may want to be somebody else is ewww ewww ahh ahh
tell me me who are you
tell me who’s the so-called you whose
answering the question
It’s a handy little quiz
and it makes the ego fizz
for the ultimate digestion.
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3. |
We Will Be Back Someday
04:32
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If you are reading this then
you must not be human
wings burned and water boiling
came back to terra firma
If you are reading this then
you have found the pieces
parts of A clock-work that is no longer ticking
We will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back
If You are reading this then
you must be immune
Your anecdote is too late to start working
We will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back
Do you have a leader?
or are they just
railroads ice cream
space shuttle lazer guns?
do you have feelings?
or new microwaves
sunshine taxicabs
moonlight microphones?
If you are reading this then
maybe you were smarter
and can calculate a time before
our ultimate undoing
if you are reading this then
you have found the pieces
parts of a clockwork that is no longer ticking
We will be back someday…
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4. |
Murderer's Holiday
03:31
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Love it I love it
can’t get enough of it
it’s like candy to me
it’s like bill cosby
sell, compel it
light the coleman stove smell it
it’s a seventy-two degree day
It’s sittin’ on the dock of the bay
And I wish I had my camera
to savor the moment in pictures
my tropical suntan oil
my life-size pepsi beach towel
wish I had my memory
so I know what I did with my car keys
looking for them in the dark
in the middle of the state park
Voices two voices
givin’ me two choices:
go inside and watch heehaw
or kill some campers with a chain saw
visions revisions
makin’ incisions.
I dreamt that I was bugs bunny
I tortured Elmer Fudd then I took all his money
And I wish I had my camera
to savor the moment in pictures
my tropical suntan oil
my life-size pepsi beach towel
wish I had my memory
so I know what I did with my head
looking for it in the dark
in the middle of the state park.
Traffic, I’m spastic,
my legs are elastic
gotta call my wife at home
hitchhike my way too a phone
holler I know I could sure use some tide
I’ve still got blood on my shirt
I’ll cover it up quick with some dirt
And I wish I had my camera
to savor the moment in pictures
my tropical suntan oil
my life-size Pepsi beach towel
wish I had my memory
so I know what I did with my machete
looking for it in the dark
in the middle of the state park.
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5. |
Director's Cut
01:15
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Wanna be in my movie?
I promise i won’t cut you out
you don’t have to screw me
but it’d be nice if you could
take away my doubt
Do you only love me
just because i’m dead?
dead
dead
dead…
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6. |
Gospel
03:38
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GOSPEL
No one wants to hear about your religion
it’s something people try to steer away
avoid it like the plague
insist on their own way
hey, ooh, uh-oh
You tell me that you’ve got religion
but don’t you know that it will always change
with the first shrink you see
the next quote inspiring
oh, hoo, oh, uh-oh, uh-huh
It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna blizzard
my life will fade from me
and leave me withered
so if in the spring
a song was my thing
then let it be what it is
because it is
No one wants to hear about your religion
don’t you know that it will always change
It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna blizzard
my life will fade from me
and leave me withered
so if in the spring, a song was my thing
then let it be what it is because it is.
No one wants to hear about your religion
no one wants to hear about your religion
no one wants to hear about your religion…
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7. |
Josie
04:26
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JOSIE
by Dave Ulrich and Bradley Dean Whyte
Josie pulled over and cried in her car
she said she never knew life would be that hard
I told josie the other day
That life can sometimes be that way
so we sighed and decided we’d always be alone.
Do doo doo doo…
Josie called me from the highway
she said she never knew I’d dreamt she would stay
I smiled for josie’s sake
and I tried to swallow my mistake
so I sighed and resided I’d always be alone
Do doo doo doo…
A thousand miles a miles a second
slowed only to take hands
where were we running to
where was she running to?
I could run to Josie
josie oh josie
the things I want to say to you
Do doo doo doo…
Josie left a letter on the dashboard of my car
hiding her love for me had become far too hard
she tried but live couldn’t live another day
beside me feeling alone that way
don’t know why we were silent
we didn’t have to be alone
Do doo doo doo…
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8. |
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TOO MUCH
by Bradley Dean Whyte
Some people say that I worry too much
my best friend tells me that it
might destroy our friendship
c’mon, girl, can we try to be
a little more constructive?
that only gives me
one more thing to worry about
and I think I could
get back on my feet
if I could just meet someone
who thinks all this
worrying makes me deep
then again, I once had a good friend
who told me
that worrying is like praying
to the wrong god
worrying is like praying
to the wrong god
This shouldn’t surprise me at all
you can expect blood shed
when you’re banging your head
against the wall
this shouldn’t surprise me at all
this shouldn’t surprise me at all
Some people say that I talk too much
my mom tells me that I
remind her of this annoying chinese boy
In the class that she lead,
he’s bipolar but he’s gifted
and I think I could
get back on my feet
If I could just meet someone
who thinks all this
talking makes me deep
then again, I once had a good friend
who told me
that talking is a defense mechanism
against feeling god
talking is a great, big fat fucking
defense mechanism
against feeling god
Chorus
Too much baby is not enough
too much baby is not enough
too much baby is not enough
too much baby is not enough
Chorus
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9. |
Pebble In My Shoe
04:57
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PEBBLE IN MY SHOE
by Bradley Dean Whyte
The smell of sweet perfume fills the room
There’s a cat hair on her sweater
How I long to touch her
But I watch my hand grow shy
A try to play it real cool
It’s just not my time to give in
This pebble in my shoe
This pebble in my shoe
Makes me smile and say
“isn’t that just perfect?”
Holding an orange brittle leaf on my fingertips
Watching it float across the street
Feeling the wind blow in my sleeve
Watching the sun grow shy
I cry. I don’t have a reason
It’s just a good time to weep
This pebble in my shoe
This pebble in my shoe
Makes me smile and say
“Isn’t that just perfect?”
Sometimes I cry; I don’t have a reason
Sometimes it feels good to weep
This pebble in my shoe
Is just a pebble in my shoe
Makes me smile and say,
“Isn’t that just perfect?”
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IF ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE
by Bradley Dean Whyte
I knew a man, a wise man, his wife was mad and mean
They a son, a beautiful son, that she took with her to the state of Missouri
I asked him how do you keep you heart so squeaky clean
And he told me you’ve got focus on the light in between
If all the world’s a stage then I want
More creative control
Too many people playing vultures
Hovering way to low
If only I were dead
Then I wouldn’t feel so miscast in my role
Close the show while I still have a soul
Abodeo-bo-bo
Then there was that girl, that spooky girl who claimed that she loved me
But it was just a word she used for endless craving
inginginginging…
Then I told her “I can cannot give you what you need, girl”
Then she turned around and she took a bite, right outta my cheek
If all the world’s a stage then I want
More creative control
Too many people playing vultures
Hovering way to low
If only I were dead
Then I wouldn’t feel so miscast in my role
Close the show while I still have a soul
Close the show while I still have a soul
Abodeo-bo-bo-bo
oh, the character's I've seen
to be enjoyed
on mother nature's silver screen
but I am afraid that's not good enough for me
I cannot help but wanna intervene.
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