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For two four, four two five
Lets start love, let's get high
White moon by the docks
Spotlight paints a picture
For two four, four two five
I want more, i want my sentimental
Maybe that's just why i missed her
All you've got is numbers
And all we got it time
Well ain't it just ironic
That all i have are rhymes
Four two five, Four two six
Lets drive out, Let's see flicks
Geriatric style, I maybe should have whisked her away
Four two five, Four two six
Lets build walls, Lets use bricks
Whispered in my ear
"Bad wolf can't blow us down"
Don't feel so encumbered
That all i have are rhymes
Words are just my numbers
Ain't no such thing as time
For two six, For two eight
I see tricks, can't count straight
It's a bold-faced Tragedy
That words are how i see
She's a mathmatician
Numbers don't mean too much to me
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Clothes that Fit
04:16
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Maya's a farmer
boy he's been cursed
gazes on his land
first sees the worst
lives in a hurse
gets all the worst
waiting to go home
A costume hell
clothes that fit
he writes bout it
he writes it well
Johnny's in the backseat
shackles a man
doin his time, fighting his crime
but deep down he knows
but deep down he thinks
he's wasting his time
Ziggy heald it back
from a halfbeat heart attack
Jerry took it slow
he had no place to go
Clothes that fit
They fit me well
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Buy the Door!
03:34
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Clean up the cabin the mayor is coming to stay.
His stallion died in the forest
so he's coming here to stay
"They said i was supposed to warn you so
here's your warning: the lumberjack is coming
to get me in the morning."
Said he's choppin' down
everything between me and my town
I got a thousand
one hundred one million
ideas in my brain.
But i only remember one
So imma' drag my stick up on this beach
go and find another one
Now pick up that mask from the basket of faces
Acceptable faces, correctable faces
The faces we keep
Buy the door!
It was a room full of writers
In a basement in an alley
It was hard fitting breathing in the plans of the smoke
It was a room full of laughter
Pen's dripping with anger
So what do you mean
when you say you've seen god
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Tank Engine
03:48
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Spoke in dissonance
as i tumbled pretty words"
"Tossed aside in insignificance
they were a proud pariah herd."
Said Jay, i'm not trying to preach
Just trying to reach you son
Sittin' here fronting like
They're fighting a battle you've already won
Don't be arrogant son
Sun makes you blind
Geriatric mind
But it's worth it for the answers
You just can't find
It's so easy
Running from the sun
Racing around in my cadberry dreams
Something i learned,
contrary to the wicked one,
well she's different, well she sees
With her ten foot jerry curls
And her strawberry smiles
One thousand girls to love for a while,
I'll just love for a while
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Maggie
03:46
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Night of the living steadfast everlast story
To see our golden hero sparkle in glory
Scratch that record off the track before it's even written
Gotta slow it down so my baby girl can listen
Turn that lens back to prince pauper
Playing knowing on a keyboard
It's just so automatic
Hired an actor needs a real show stopper
So fuck the words it's all jaw-droppers now
Four oh one one street
A beat poet on the corner
Ain't no fun gun treat to meet
a know it all
any way
Gotta slow it down so my baby girl can listen
Jay learned how to talk
But he forgot just how to listen
Maggie ask me softly if i'm having a good time
These songs without your love to steer
Are just a bunch of rhymes
A sociopath on an old dirty path met a boyscout picking it up
He said he killed him right there but he just wouldn't dare. Just a good man sticking it out
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Salesman of Stories
04:01
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A salesman of stories once cast me
under his wicked white spell
His life was of schedules and it seemed he would schedule it well
With tiny red diamonds on the clips
of his case of ideals
he was the master of his craft
he was a master at that
The suited man had no neck
just a burberry sash
Chorus:
Oh, salesman of stories
You seem rather boring
Did someone not tell you just to write
about the pen you hold?
So bold.
His memoirs he showed me of a thousand tiny cuts
He got along the trail
It wasn't of foolishness, he explained to me
It was from once when he
Let those creatons drag him
Town to town
(Chorus)
Enough of my life, lets get back to my story
he sighed
As he undid the shiny red diamonds
on his fancy breifcase
"I got a real nice autograph, i can make people laugh,
and i know my fans will adore me"
Well, i think you should leave
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Live so Spaciously
04:33
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A righteous one
A farmers son
He hunts his heart
With a golden gun
Then drinks those thick thoughts away
Down the drain
Now he an ma
Walked out the door
She was twenty-five
She was twenty-four
They saw no reason to stay
When the spotlight's shining
on my Broadway blues
Ain't gon be nothin i can't do today
Ma wrote sad poems
She tap-danced too
She tried to show em
In that Broadway blues
Pa followed suit
Went back to his roots
Strong winds was 'a blowin
And that bedroom quaked
Don't you know they kept goin'
A poor child to make
Between the sheets Bobby Jay was conceived
King of the streets
Or so they believed
Pa shifted his lights
From his Broadway blues
to a kid he was talking to yesterday
Known throughout the venue
As a baby blue horseshoe
How i graciously
Live so gracelessly speaking
Live so Spaciously
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