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What am I so damn afraid of?
My debt is paid off, my slate is clean
The price is wrong but I'm still buying
And you're not tryin to rescue me
It's fun & games til everyone complains
From now until the bitter end
I'm coming up from underground
Release the hounds & try again.
Do the right thing, or do me proud
Just do something for cryin out loud
Secret weapon, or shot in the arm
Good you're doing is doing me harm.
Dressed in white & black & orange
You seem foreign; joke's on me
When things come to a grinding halt
no one's at fault, it wasn't me
A teardrop lands, I catch it in my hands
and wipe it on my favorite shirt.
Could you be less sympathetic
Just forget it, nothing hurts
Chorus
You are angry
'Cuz you can't hear me
But you're not near me
It isn't easy
I'm less inclined to
Come & find you
Two missing persons
Nobody's searching
This time.
Chorus
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What have I done
I should've known this wish would come true
Like all good wishes do.
I failed the test, at least I got it off of my chest.
But I won't let it rest
Read em and weep it's the results that tell the whole truth.
Cause I know no one will
Ever be privy to the foul-mouth hooligan youth
Long before I gave up, I'm gonna sell my stuff,
And you don't have to
buy it or eat it or use it or breathe it
Like it or want it or share it or care
But you can't stop creation.
Latest example it's the best work in quite a while
Just throw it on the pile
Wanna see more?
I got my favorites taped to the door
Don't know what that even means
You're into crushing dreams
I won't let you
buy it or eat it or use it or breathe it
Like it or want it or share it or care
But you can't stop creation
And we were only kids
Look what we did
Pencils, spiral notebooks, markers & gelly roll pens
Maturity and growth - one or the other but not both.
It's taken a village idiot to get the job done
I can't say it's been fun
I know I'm not gonna beg
I won't twist your arm
No foul but plenty of harm
And I don't care at all
If you never
Buy it or eat it or use it or breathe it
Like it or want it or share it or care
'Cause you can't stop creation.
This is the last hurrah
Until the next one
Books & movies TV music & poetry
Turn your back, ignore,
We'll just churning out more.
You can't stop creation
Buy it or eat it or use it or breathe it
Like it or want it or share it or care
But you can't stop creation.
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It’s too much to make a clean break,
And where would we go anyway?
And how could we?
If you look back to far, you’ll see a scar
But you won’t need a bandage or your money
A lesson in romance
An impromptu living room dance
Your favorite drawstring pants
And holding my clammy, cold hands
There’s nowhere that I’d rather be
Than right here, making out with you
We’re bustin’ the myths, we’re tradin’ shifts,
Waiting ’til we’re old enough
For something.
There’s no right or wrong, we’re staying strong
Believing what we said in front of everyone.
A lesson in romance
An impromptu living room dance
Your favorite drawstring pants
And holding my clammy, cold hands
There’s nowhere that I’d rather be
Than right here, making out with you
Controlling hugs & condescending kisses
Hard hitting joke that rarely ever misses
And through it all we manage to get by
(We) figured out or stupid ways to keep romance alive
A lesson in romance
An impromptu living room dance
Your favorite drawstring pants
And holding my ice cold hands
There’s nowhere that I’d rather be
Than right here, making out with you
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Open your mind, unlock your bedroom door and turn off your devices
Your whole life is in front of you so forget this morning's crisis
The kids no longer cry for their mothers
The kids are bouncing off of the walls
I've introduced them to all the classics
I'm trying to get them out to play ball
The Kids Are Gonna Like It
You and I have been at odds since you sprang from Mom's vagina
Take what you want, eat what you take,
Remember, there's starving kids in China
The kids are out 'til well after midnight
The kids are doing all kinds of drugs
I'm trying to figure out all their secrets
Instead of giving kisses and hugs
The kids are gonna like it
A drive through hell, a fear of time
You name that tune, you're past your prime
You raise your glass, to a nest half full.
It makes you feel invisible.
But I'm not giving up just yet - I've met my match I'll strike it.
And in the words of some washed up curmudgeon
"The kids are gonna like it"
I'm trying to get inside of their noggins
I'm trying to live in their fantasy world
Too many words get lost in translation
Too many oysters not enough pearls
The kids are gonna like it
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Bite the hand that feeds you three meals a day
Alienate your fanbase overnight
You let everyone walk all over you
Let them get away without a fight
You deserve it…
Get the picture, spoils go to the victor
Do I have to repeat myself?
Hypothetical you can’t hear me
I’ve been calling you out when clearly
You won’t listen and you don’t fear me
I think maybe you’re me, hypothetically
You can be above all criticism
Still unworthy of a compliment
Never seen someone so hard on themselves
But you come off like you’ve been Heaven sent
You deserve it…
Undeterred, undressed, unmotivated
Do I have to repeat myself?
Chorus
You’ve been exposed in a take down, think-piece
Your blissfully unaware
Stuck in an endless holding pattern
But you really don’t care
That you’re always late for the big parade
Talk about your social hand grenade
And you put on your ugly sourpuss
When life gives you lemonade
You deserve it…
Such a tough guy
You hide from the truth
Hell bent on sharing details from your youth
Point your finger at someone else for a change
Do I have to repeat myself?
Chorus
It’s quite pathetic, see?
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I'm sick of tryin to find a better way to get out.
Religion doesn't have a clue what I'm all about
It's time to focus on the only way to stay in.
And take my mind off of the discontent of our winter
This ain't about the way the weather can change a mood.
Don't be a victim, don't pretend to care, don't be rude.
Today I learned about the temperature on the sun.
It's hot enough To turn the hunter in to the hunted.
And it's hard to fake a real earthquake.
Who wants to fight the featherweight?
A cul de sac that's lined with ranches and Bungalows.
A comfy couch with all my favorite TV shows.
You better think before you swallow that bitter pill.
It all depends upon your strategy, and your will.
And I realize
You're half my size.
Who wants to fight the featherweight?
And the more we grow, the less we know
And I'm climbing out, watch your mouth
Who wants to fight the featherweight?
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A fortuitous bounce right in my lap
neither of us was looking
For a fix that ain’t broke
You laughed at my jokes
We liked the same bands
I wished you didn’t smoke
I kept my guard up, and I played it cool
I’m a confident petulant immature fool
Can anything slow me down...
...Love can
A formidable foe
We matched up too well
We canceled each other out
‘Til the other shoe dropped
Forgave and forgot
I shouldered some blame
It still hurt a lot
Quick with my temper, but slow to react
To repetitive claims that you’re feeling attacked
Nothing should feel this wrong...
...Love can
Love can lift you up, pull you down
Love can surprise you
Love can stimulate, complicate
Love can be cruel
Sex can be the greatest
Weed can get you high
Songs can give you goosebumps
Words can make you cry
Dance can raise your heart rate
Books can make you smart
Planes can take you places
Pain inspires art
Wealth can leave you wanting
Death can bring you peace
Technology can cross you up
At the very least
Work can keep you honest
Laws can seem unkind
Hope can spring eternal
Faith can leave you blind
Well, children can leave messes
And your mother can console
And pets can fill a void that's left
And time can take its toll
But make no mistake -
Love can do all the above…
…and more
We made it, this far.
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8. |
Too Happy
03:02
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Once upon a time when I was miserable & broke
Day jobs, love & life threatening diseases were a joke
I didn't have a purpose
I didn't see the point
I passed on opportunities
And then I passed the joint
My pop had given up on me
I drove my mom to tears
The buzzards circled over me and
Preyed upon my fears
I went nowhere, I didn't care
I was too happy
Once upon a time when I was loser of the bunch
I ate nachos for breakfast
And breakfast during lunch
I had a lot friends and I liked waking up
I couldn't wait to face the day; I couldn't get enough
Winds of change were blowing
Creative juices flowing
Everything was within reach
And then my arms stopped growing
I went nowhere & didn't care
I must’ve been too happy
Once upon a time is but a distant memory
A house a car a job that pulls in a decent amount of money
I met the girl of my dreams
Squeezed out a couple kids
Regretting what I didn't do, accepting what I did
Sometimes I'm proud of myself
Sometimes I get bored
I'm learning something new each day - forgetting even more
I'm unaware and I don't care
Guess I must be too happy
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Do you ever have the feeling
You're dancing to the wrong beat
Everybody's looking
(They're) focused on your left feet.
Best to keep your head down
Try not to force the issue
& Slip out of the dance club
Maybe no one would miss you.
Safer watching from the sidelines
Not stepping on anyone's toes
And you're losing confidence with every verse
And now you scared away all of the girls.
Who wants to dance with the man who's dancing to the wrong beat?
Are you locked in to the kick drum?
Or listening to the lyrics?
Can't keep up with all the dance trends
Can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Now you're searching for a soulmate
Who shares the same affliction.
Who hears the same beat you do
But doesn't really listen
Best intentions, poor execution.
Same moves no matter the tempo or style
& Everyone wants to drive a nail into your skull
Cuz you keep clapping on the one and three.
Who wants to dance with the man who's dancing to the wrong beat?
I considered taking lessons
But I'm not sure if that would help
And with a lack of skill and an unbreakable will and the record selection and the mirror's reflection
I'll be dancing with myself.
Who wants to dance with the man who's dancing to the wrong beat?
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You don't start at number one,
There's no bullet for your gun
You spoiled all my fun again
And now you're getting warm,
There was no calm, there was no storm
Just forgot that I was born,
'Cuz I did too, yeah.
Just forgot that I was born,
'Cuz I did too
I took the biggest step, the biggest piece of cake
It took a minute, there was nothin to it
I thought forever was a very good idea
Until I got about half way through it
It's a never ending story with no guts and no glory
Just the cheaters before me & you
And I bit the hand that fed me like it was a Lil Debbie
And I burnt the bridge behind me
My conscience is clear, yeah
I put the past behind me my conscience is clear
Chorus
I hate what I do, and I do it too often
It pays pretty well, but that shouldn't soften
The blow that I take to the chin & the gut
Seems no matter who, or no matter what
Is with of against me, the richer I get
So why am I so upset?
You took the victory march, and you stood to lose nothin
Except the clothes on your back - hey, maybe that's somethin.
You're falling like a dead leaf from your family tree
A family of juveniles that don't belong to me
A family of kids that don't belong to me.
Chorus
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Life is long
Life is hard
Things won't always work out
And I mean that in a good way.
Take the clock off the wall
Out the window it goes
I enjoy watching time fly
And the traffic won't budge
And the wifi's gone dead.
And the deadlines loom large over both of our heads.
Life is long
Life's a bitch
Life is too much to take.
But that's ok, cause you're with me.
So grab a book, take a nap.
We've got nothing but time
Just you & me & too much wine.
Let's play hooky from work
And stay all day in bed
And we'll watch the sun rise
and then watch it set.
Life is long
Life is work
Time to tell life who's boss
And go on strike or vacation.
And if it ended tomorrow I know what I'd do.
I'd look back & smile & think about you.
Life is long
Life is hard
Things won't always work out
And I mean that in a good way.
Life is long, life is hard
Things aren't so bad
Life is long, life is hard
Go back to bed
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If the picture that I paint is not as bright as you expect
And the outcome isn't anywhere near what you might project
I don't mean to burst your bubble when I tell you it's as good as it will get.
I feel overmatched and helpless, it's a battle I can't win
I let nature run its course, now let the therapy begin
All the smoke you're blowing up my ass is clouding up my perfect vision
Living the dream, believing the lie
Missing the point
Living the dream, believing the lie
All the way down
I can blame it on somebody else, it's never what I did
I'm not perfect and I'm not above you, who am I trying to kid?
If there were more hours in a day I'd fill them up with sleep or TV
Living the dream, believing the lie
Missing the point
Living the dream, believing the lie
All the way down
Living the dream, believing the lie
Missing the point
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Paul Natale Boston, Massachusetts
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