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Playoffs cancelled due to sleet.
Batting ninth: the strike-out king!
And I tell myself "let it go"
And I tell myself that things could be much worse
And I tell myself "let it go"
And I tell myself to just leave it be.
I ain't no PYT, I just know how to strum and sing.
And I tell myself "let it go"
And I tell myself that things could be much worse
And I tell myself "let it go"
And I tell myself to just leave it be.
And I can't pretend not to give a fuck anymore.
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Heard you say you wanted to write a magnificent pop album, catchy hooks and noted guest vocalists. Rave reviews from the hipster critics in the indie circle. Big in Japan.
Most of the time you'll seem alive,
You'll be okay once your head's above the tide.
Heard you say you only wanted to wear Designer Levis tighter than the grip of a boa constrictor. Ray-Banned shades even when it's dark out? Malnourished pout.
Once in a while you'll change your style,
Grow out your hair over your eyes
Part at one side.
I need some aspirin, make my head stop hurting.
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I mosey my toeses down Eramosa to see his mariposa,
I ought to break this off but we're getting much closer
Catching his mariposa.
So I'll sneak in through the back door
He won't get off work `til ten past four.
I really shouldn't bother but she's stunningly gorgeous
And it warrants a chorus.
She's embezzled money but I selfishly chose her
Sweetness, my mariposa.
My skinned up knees are red and sore
But I'll beg love forever more.
Fuck with the hive and the swarm will overcome
I convulse from social ignorance
I'm a snake without tact
I'm a diamond ring cracked
I'm a shattered family portrait that sits at his office desk.
I mosey my toeses down Eramosa to see his mariposa
It's just about enough stress to make me lacrimosa
Still she's my mariposa.
Once a 'have-not', now a connoisseur of 'shouldn't-wants', 'shouldn't-haves', and 'brother what is wrong with you'?
All my confidantes think I've dug too deep but there's no one that I'd rather be buried with than her
So I'll find true love at the core
Of this forbidden fruit so torn
This Helen sent my ship to war
But I'll pray love forever more.
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You're such a funny bastard and your humour is befitting one from 1953.
What a gallant, lusty dastard - you're the focus of all pity.
Such comeuppance, sure to be.
And it's such a revelation when you've fallen off the wagon.
No, you'll never catch that dragon, Arthur - put that sword away!
Oh, you're such a funny bastard,
Now just do us one more favour: pack your bags and sail away!
What's the underlining factor to your "pleasantries" acquitting, planted
from such rotten seed?
Preaching hate, you're a malcontented pastor.
From your pulpit's grimace, spitting through your crooked, yellow teeth.
And it comes as no surprise when your rep meets its demise,
Your Diablo tail is dragging `tween your shaky little thighs.
Oh, you're such a funny bastard,
Now just do us one more favour: pack your bags and sail away!
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Would you stay with me at the end of the world
When our house falls in and our bones feel old
Would you help me extinguish the endless fires
Would you give up hope when the flames grow higher
Would you stay with me
Till death do us part
Would you stay with me
At the end of the world
Will you be with me in 2012
When the calendar ends along with ourselves
Would you hold my hand and watch the nuclear show
Will you welcome it or do you fear the unknown
Would you stay with me
Till death do us part
Would you stay with me
At the end of the world
Will you be with me
With the fear in your heart
Would you stay with me
At the end of the world
Will you survive when grocery stores and shopping malls meet their demise
Would you hunt for food, live off the land, would you be able to kill with your bare hands
Would you stay with me
Will you be with me
With the fear in your heart
Would you stay with me
At the end of the world!
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I can't make plans or go outside to play,
I'll just sit inside and drink my lemonade.
It's coming out but I don't know which way,
So join me for a glass of lemonade.
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He felt the tiniest sting in his scariest dream
And if it came true, what the hell was he to do?
She was waiting patiently
She was holding her breath
And his hand as the clock seemed to tick backwards
When she learns the truth
She'll be at his door
What will the colour show?
What will the doctor say?
When they hear the news, will he still love her anyway?
She was late for dinner,
She was late the next day too
He'll be messing up his future
She'll be missing out on youth
He said "How are you today?"
She said "How am I today?
How do you think I am today?"
No, he would never escape
He'd consider that worse than rape
He won't choose the path his father chose to take.
But will he get a shit job?
Or will she have to quit school?
Or will they take care of it the painful and emotional way?
He was late for dinner
`Cos he was sitting in the park
Thinking how he could get through this
Is this how he'll leave his mark?
She was late for dinner
She was late for her next class
And she still won't tell her mother
The last thing she needs is a kick in the ass!
Imagine what she'd say!
Imagine what she'd do!
What would mama do?
She got a message today
A surprise in bed
A telegram of freedom at 5 am.
She was over the moon
She was dancing in her room
And it made her reconsider everything
She was late for dinner
`Cos she went outside to play
Yeah, her nightmare's finally over
Her own childhood was to stay
But he was late for dinner
`Cos he split to the next town
His own fear got the best of him
Just like his dad the last time around
She was late for dinner.
He was late for dinner.
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Its in the way that you sing for me
You block out the sound of crickets for me
Loving the way you keep coming here to lend an ear, to ignite my fears
Cause I would jump through fire for you
I would do anything you want me to
You`re the only thing that can light me up and put me out in the same night
You are the waves in my ocean
You are the fish in my sea
I`ll give you what you want like bloody meat to a great white shark
If you keep coming back for more
All the juice has been squeezed out of me
I`m an empty rind that fell far from the tree
I`ve been stretched so tight across this town that I split in the middle, broken down
You are the leaves on my redwood tree
Blowing away in the autumn leaves
I`ll give you what you want like bees bring flowers different pollens
Then they take some for themselves
Ooooh Ooooh
I`ll give you what you need like forest fires open up new seeds...
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Six-membered carbon ring
Meadows of ethylene
Six monkeys in a dream
I am acetylene.
All the monkeys holding hands in a circle
Snake eating his own tail?
Some phallic holy grail!
My mind's a rummage sale
Darmstadt's a hazy trail
All the monkeys holding hands in a circle
O benzine!
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Spectres haunt the coded tarp
Etchings half a world away
As I hibernate mid-winter's spell
Pestered by almond eyes that entice
And who gets to be the one who
Paralyzes awkward grace?
Half contemplating punching the 91
Stumbling on poor refrains
Running in circles
Seeking the gold
And who gets to be the one you love?
Who gets to be dog you keep?
Who gets to be the bird who sings you soundly off to sleep?
If you weep, I'll make you laugh
If you're down, I'll raise you
And if you hold just the smallest light for me
I'll make sure it shines
Flipping through old photographs
Isn't it odd how we both look like our mums?
Yet we have our fathers' eyes
And their vague sense of dissatisfaction?
Who gets to be the fish you catch?
Who gets to be the drum you beat?
Who gets to be the prince who sweeps you off your feet?
If you weep, I'll make you laugh
If you're down, I'll raise you
And if you hold just the smallest light for me
I'll make sure it shines
And if you break, I'll piece you back
And maybe I'll amaze you.
But in the meantime hold that light for me
I'll make sure it shines
Who gets to be the prize you win?
Who gets to be the win you drink?
Who gets to be the tail you pin?
Who gets to be the ship you sink?
Who gets to be the one you love?
Who gets to be dog you keep?
Who gets to be the bird who sings you soundly off to sleep?
If you weep, I'll make you laugh
If you're down, I'll raise you
And if you hold just the smallest light for me
I'll make sure it shines
And if you break, I'll piece you back
And maybe I'll amaze you.
But in the meantime hold that light for me
I'll make sure it shines
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Coral reef and sea turtles surround me
The conversational symphony astounds me
Join me by the shore for awamori
On my sanshin I'll sing you my stories
Every night I dream of Okinawa
And I'm a gaijin lost like that Macchio kid
But I'll stick with it just like Morita did
Here I can practice graceful force with my body
Kicking their sorry ass with my karate.
Every night I dream of Okinawa
And I want you to come with me when I do.
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Texting Mackenzie's debut album is finally here! Recorded by Robert Blank with his magical contraption, they travelled by pitch-perfect camel to places like Toronto (a metropolis in what is called "An Ontario"), Dornoch (a descriptive onomatopoeia), and Holland Centre (somewhere in the middle of the Netherlands, except for no).
The artwork was designed by the superheroine Chelsea Miller-Blank, with some gorgeous Hokusai-esque collages featuring a famous martial arts master known to beverage patrons as "Moe".
It was a labour of love, made by true friends doing what they love. We hope you will share in the love as well. What are you waiting for?
