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Bux
05:36
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She’s got rent checks / pay checks / calls Christ collect Money!
Telephone / cell phone / sells the dog a bigger bone Money!
She wants a big car / big house / cooks the kids a dead mouse Money!
Content / half bent / wants to get her money spent Money!
She gives her man a big kiss / when he leaves she gets pissed Money!
She wants a king-sized bed for some Queen-sized head 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!
Gimmie your money / right now!
He sells a trunk full of smack / gets sick and buys it back Money!
Does himself up a shot / heads down to play the slots Money!
Boss gives him a raise but he goes unfazed
He just saves and he saves / takes it all to the grave Dead Money!
Have you got a dollar? Have you got a dime?
Been caught stealing cash / now I’m paying for the crime 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!
I’m gonna get some body water
Gonna deal some to my daughter
Giddy up for a slaughter and spend it all tonight.
I’m gonna buy a cheap Christ
Let him crucify my wife
Then give her head lice
And then sell her for half price.
Trick or Treat!
Kill me for money / Right Now!
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2. |
Sun Shine
03:22
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Open wide Time is fleeting.
Step outside Lets loose the ceiling.
Short sleeves are on Senses reeling.
Been holding on For just this feeling.
All winter long
Hey / Hey girl What can you show me?
Tree’s come alive Green grass below me.
Now I’m revived Sparrow singing.
Buzzing flies Bells are ringing.
Spring switches on
Toe to a stream Roses blooming.
A balmy breeze Flows into me.
Feeling it all In the springtime.
So bring it on And let the sunshine…
Come On! Come On!
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3. |
E.C.T. Head
03:22
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Working hard
Nestle your guns
Strolling child when darkness comes
Your memories hide with me
I can’t find myself inside of me
It’s a funny feeling
Stained glass and a broken cup
A fuzzy peach all warm and soft
We’re hiding my shaving blades
We have cautious fears
It’s a funny feeling
Spit out yer gum
Don’t swallow yer tongue
It’s really simple
When they Shirley yer Temples
I love to love you
It’s a funny feeling
E.C.T head
It’s a funny feeling
And Liisa said- ‘It’s a funny feeling’.
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4. |
PG-13
03:00
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I’m loose
Even on a Monday
She’s truth
Spells it out like a lying kid would do
Gulps glue
I swear she’s lovely in every other way
Abused
Feeling like a Friday afternoon
Sha-La-La-La
I love you
But knew it was the unaffordable thing to do
I mean you
I give you everything laughing
She’s used to it
Jumping over cactus’ in the nude
I feel used
Trying to untie her tied up T.V. tubes
Sha-La-La-La
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5. |
Headlines
03:11
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Home for a while
Wipe away your fears
Gone like a girlfriend once to dish you all
Put on a smile
Laugh and I’ll be there
Given you’re a witch that comes with the fall.
Back behind the evergreens
Wishing for a wish
Spiders crawling into my mouth
Can I blow you a kiss?
Paddle on the water
With our eye to the sky
Still born baby hanging overhead
Caught in the claws of the screaming crane
New ripples tell me that its time for bed.
‘A Hero Saves A Baby’ and
‘A Faggot Saves A Lady’
Newspaper headlines make me think this way
About all the things I am ashamed to say
Here come the doctors with their vials
And their pliers-
Oh My God!
A.J. Casson and A.Y. Jackson
Criss-crossing wires sort of fucks with me
But I always liked their work
Not trying to be a jerk off
Just saw their shit behind the library.
‘Over Cooked Egg Spreads Itself On Toast’
‘A Dead School Teacher Wins The Lottery’
‘Weird Science Cures AIDS…
As The Breakfast Club Gains Hope’
‘Lazy Mom Peeps Into Her Own Window’
‘Poisoned Fruits Fall In Love With Mixed Health Nuts’
‘Queer Bats Seek Refuge In An Open Roof Cave’
‘A Miserable Pizza Dude Allows Extra Sauce On Half’
And ‘An Ex-Firefighter Gets Burned To Death By An Unattended Cigarette Mascot’.
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6. |
Para-Site
03:12
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Shots exploding / tick tock / tick tock
Everybody wants so bad to be your big star
Especially the people you think ain’t going far
You’re taking pictures of yourself with the door left ajar
It makes me nervous.
Jingle jangle / puppets sing / tears till the end
Catchy Catchy / what a game / I’ve got to pretend
You love to be called genius over and over again
You make me nervous.
I forgot my parachute …Falling fucking fast.
Life without a parachute …Skull tomato splat.
I forgot my parachute-
And I go outta my mind
Wishing you were around.
…Lately I’ve been watching just a little bit too much Hitchcock.
Quit talking down to me
About how I should be
And how I should live in your world.
Throw me up because…
I forgot my parachute …Fucking falling fast.
Oh life without your parasite-
And I go outta my mind
Wishing you were around
It makes me nervous.
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7. |
D'You Do
03:13
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All I ever wanted was to find a girl
That looks like you.
All I ever hope for is to love a girl
That looks just like you.
And I laughed because I thought you were
Laughing too.
All I ever dream of is sheep counting me
Jumping over you.
All I ever wish for is birthday candles burning
In the shape of you.
And I cry because ffeJ says-
‘Dumpy ain't a big enough a word for you’.
So around a burning trashcan on the street corner
All the dreamers are singing…
D’You do do / D’You do do
All I ever wanted is a girl that makes a mess
Just like you.
All I ever needed is a heart that came labeled
‘Do Not Remove’.
And I curse that you’re as silly cute
As a cartoon.
D’You do do / D’You do do
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8. |
Got Jive
01:57
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So if you take up those pliers
We can wrench it right out
Of a sweet dream…
Does your mind flirt with Venus
Or is it trapped 'tween the lips
Inside the mouth
Of a sweet dream?..
Make up your mind …Sweet dream of a…
Lipstick the inside …Sweet dream lover…
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9. |
Typecast
02:15
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Erased I am from the passion
Erased am I from the big embrace?
Freeze my soul / within the frame of my face
Typecast You’re stuck in a part.
Typecast They cut out yer heart.
Typecast Better jump on it fast.
Typecast Got to make this all last.
So, why take the time to be unique?
Shoot to be like all the rest that’s a call back guarantee
Think I’ll act like them so I don’t have to think
Typecast No creative control.
Typecast A little plastic soul.
Typecast Not quite a role transition.
Typecast A subtle suicide submission.
Finding pieces of my heart spliced from a cookie cutter
Way beneath the butter / stuck to a popcorn dream
Typecast The illusion wears thin.
Typecast Looks like I’m at it again.
Typecast I got to smoke it all up.
Typecast (coughing)
Typecast Set to moderation limits.
Typecast Into a bland exhibit.
Typecast No point to compete.
Typecast Your roll is complete.
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10. |
Crab
02:25
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From the end of the earth
I sit down
And ruminate
She claws me like a crab
Crab
I’m so glad to know ya
But why the mask
Hey / you said so first!
She comes on like a crab
Crab
She’ll freeze your emotions
Then withdraw within
Its all about trust!
Crab
I’ll play the virgin
On a sandy beach
Toe nail the shoreline
Till she’s outta reach
Claw through elastic
As she eyes that pot
Bring her to a boil
My tongue is clicking on a crab
Crab
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11. |
Holy Water
07:03
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She paid the rent while I made love to you
She demands babies but what can I do.
God told me truth but it was untrue
Baptized in blood and I came out blue.
Learned how to love when my heart came unglued
So I caught a cold and sold you the flu.
Chorus: Yeah! Yeah!
Don’t know what it will do to ya
Just a little dab’ll do ya
B.C. really socks it to ya
I’ll bet I’ll get you to say Hoo-Ha!
Can’t get the past out of my head
I can’t get the past out of my bed.
Nostalgic is the hardest drug that I’m fed
Take it once and you’re hooked until you are dead.
Thinking back on the good times to kill the pain
Looking back on the bad makes me feel the same.
(chorus)
Somebody praised the lord and then looked at me
And I got bored and started to leave.
I went looking for a saviour beneath the snow-covered trees
And I found him ‘neath the one that fell on me.
I have been notified about you
Holy water / poison waterfall
Holy water / burnt by water falling.
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Michael Milosh Oshawa, Ontario
www.youtube.com/homemoviesarts
Canadian songwriter & independent recording artist Michael Milosh.
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