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Bux
05:36
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She’s got rent checks, pay checks, calls Christ collect,
Telephone, cell phone, sells the dog a bigger bone –
Money, Money.
She wants a big car, big house, cooks the kids a dead mouse,
Content half bent, wants to get her money spent –
Money, Money.
She gives her man a big kiss, when he leaves, she gets pissed,
She wants a king sized bed for some Queen sized head –
Money, Money.
It’s the prime source and signal, for sure the main reason, above truth or belief and why they came out with the Secret – Money, Money.
Gimmie Your Money – Right Now!
I Love You – Gimmie Your Money – Right Now!
He sells a trunk full of smack, gets sick and buys it back,
Does himself up a shot, heads down to play the slots –
Money, Money.
Boss gives him a raise but he just saves and he saves, takes it all to the grave –
Dead Money, Money.
Have you got a dollar? Have you got a dime? I’ve been caught stealing cash and now I’m paying for the crime –
Money, Money.
I mind my P’s and Q’s been paying all my dues, playing schmooze or lose while singing the “too much money” blues.
Bring me Your Money – Right Now!
Trick or Treat!
’m gonna get some body water, gonna give some to my daughter – giddy up for a slaughter and spend it all tonight.
I’m gonna buy a cheap Christ and let him crucify my wife, then give her head lice and then sell her for half price.
Kill me for money – Right Now!
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2. |
At Least Peak In
03:56
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She said she’d always be under control.
She said she’d always be under cover.
She said she wouldn’t do crazy anymore.
She said she wouldn’t let tears fall like before.
At Least Peak In
Always wish and worry about a dream to wish and worry about a dream that might never come true.
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3. |
Owl
04:30
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She lies,
She spies,
She cries like and Owl.
She tries,
and dies,
and flies like an Owl.
And I don’t ever want to come home.
And I don’t ever want to get through.
I spy on…
I spy on you.
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4. |
Late Night Sally Ann
03:39
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CHORUS:
Hey just a little tonight ‘cause we can’t stay there.
Hey just a little tonight I want to play with you.
Hey just a little tonight ‘cause I want this date with you.
Hey just a little tonight ‘cause you want to play here – play her tonight.
Verse:
She wants the money but the money ain’t right.
You want your money but the money ain’t right.
She wants your money but your money ain’t right.
You want the money your money tonight Yeah!
Tick Tock tonight!
She’s got a knife –
but you’ve got her life!
(chorus)
(verse)
They call you honey before they tie you up tight.
She thinks it’s funny but she knows it ain’t right.
When things look sunny in the dead of the night.
(chorus with instrumental play)
All you girls in this world you’ve got a right.
All you girls in your world you’ve got your rights.
Hold your girls through your worlds they’ve got their rights.
Yes.
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5. |
Dead Birds
04:19
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Frozen heart - from a girl that said she will from the start.
We’d always carry dead birds on a wing as she wore my ring.
Beneath an icy lake she’d eat our hearts as cake and say...
Far crossed love - read aloud from a fairy tale. Could two hearts meet under sweeter stars?
Made love like two crashed cars.
She’d bleach the sun to black then I’d crack and bleed.
I resolve that you were once a girl that…
Ice pick words - she would wrap me like an evil bird.
Sings morning songs as she kills the cat.
My love’s a heart attack.
As the children play, I dream of softer days in clay.
Seashore mind - taken down to where she draws the blinds.
She keeps me calm until she rapes my mind and then I find that the only crime is that a mirror means time to her.
I resolve that you were once a girl that…
You weren’t my only, only, only…
Into this and out of me…
You.
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6. |
Hee Haw
06:21
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Hold me in your arms and show me all your scars.
Say she’ll be the one with her head pressed softly up to the gun.
It’s all that I can see, she was looking right at me with intentions that I question.
In spite what you believe, all the bushes became trees and the bluebirds felt the tension.
It’s all that I can see, he was looking like a she and she looked just like me.
Girls they lay like lions with blood and fur pressed between their lips.
Boys they make love hiding all of the time.
Retarded from the glasses that they sip.
I love you. I love you. I love you I do.
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7. |
Earwig
05:59
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Was it you that said you weren’t living?
I said, “you have done all the giving”.
When I say “who” and ask if I should be living,
Do you say you have had enough with forgiving?
So she said “screw” right in the seat she was sitting.
I love you but my interest was missing.
Love to lose, it felt better than quitting.
“That’s not true”, said the sweater she’s knitting.
Was it me that didn’t stop bleeding?
They said “No she, with the hair line receding.”
She said “Agree with the lies they’re believing,
and then speak so no one hears you are screaming.”
Look through your eyes. Chock full o’ lies.
Bloody black sky. There’s truth when he cries.
It’s a disease that still kept you living.
It was the “please” that kept you from giving.
Went to see, they said, “it’d be just like dreaming”.
She was me but looked a little deceiving.
Learned to sin, it felt better than winning.
In the end, she said “my head is still spinning”.
(Between the knees she said her pleasures still giving.
Between the knees she said, “yer pleasures been given”.)
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8. |
Soapy Clean
06:24
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All your dreams are soapy clean.
I’ve seen.
All your love is in between.
I mean.
I don’t want to be there ‘cause he’s always over.
Tear apart my heart with a four leaf clover.
Candy caine's his hands ‘cause he’s lost his shoulders.
Psychosis makes me laugh over getting older.
Innocence is not for free.
Seeds bleed.
Blackened past will always last.
I’ve been told it was your autograph that kept you surprised.
You’ve been sold behind a Laundromat to splashy splash eyes.
And you’ve been told it’s just his autograph that keeps you alive.
Your perfume’s not complete until it’s called an odour.
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Michael Milosh Oshawa, Ontario
www.youtube.com/homemoviesarts
Canadian songwriter & independent recording artist Michael Milosh.
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