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Shake
02:51
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An easy fix with paper made bricks
Leads to a field day with fire-proof sticks.
Load up on coffee, leave room for the breeze,
shake up the order and climb through the trees.
Sleep through the noise the keeps the girls poised
through shavings of sunlight that have us employed
Jump in head-first with your thirst at your feet
Circles of White highlight the heat
Climb in line to outsmart time, follow the pattern, the same design.
Fistfuls of smiles load you down,
turn up the volume in this one sound town.
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Mr. Howard's got his six string, he's sitting on the stage
Yesterday he's telling you about the gilded age
He likes to teach history but thinks that rock and roll is cool
He digs rock and roll, but the teacher don't live at school
Ms. Foster's quizzing you on geometric plans
But Ms. Foster wants to leave and go home to play her bingo game
She seems focused on parallel and perpendicular rules
She's focused on the rules, but the teacher don't live at school
Friday night, traffic jam, trip to the beach
Spanish teacher next to you, surf board tied to his jeep
He teaches conjugations, and how to surf the blue
He teaches conjugations but the teacher don't live at school
Arithmetic, history, health and P.E.,
School ain't the only place the teachers wanna be
There's more to life than chalk and books,
And all this time they've had you fooled
Cause the teacher don't live at school
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Familiar
03:51
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Moods of age and age of youth
The four dollar smile changed the mood
A price tag, cold with rhythm and rhyme
The lukewarm set sharpened her eye
Pattern unchanged, sentences stale
Every progression rushed by the grey and aware
Every thing's smaller looking through glass
Lights drop their shimmer, color won't last
Antique affair, recycled attire
From black to white signal the choir
Neither connection made sense, they turned to humor
Fading of color with moves to the future
Refreshing pulse, a soul of the youth
Only the empties remembering the truth
Magnified further into the past,
Ripples in time and space move fast
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Blue Skies
04:43
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The man on the mountain descends,
Into the valley he goes
The skyline was pretty, outside of the city
But it's time to go home again
And the rain it will fall for days
We'll close down the roads and we'll pray
To one day evade this endless charade
For an eternal spot in the shade
The storm clouds will pass us some time
The new birds will learn to fly
We'll watch them together in this peaceful weather
Under the blue autumn skies
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Calm
03:19
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She's cajun, voodoo down
Spiced up walk with a tangy sound
Talks so smooth while we wait for drinks
Sips bourbon like water and looses her feet
Speaks in lies and alibis and steals my voice with green cat eyes
A voice so smooth no need for a chase
Three notes from her throat melt my face
Talks of trips and music slip
The two of us toward each other's hips
Tobacco tinted kisses throw it all off
While her maze of words just leave me lost
A smile of calmness, surprisingly wild
She paints a scene with noise and style
She plagues me with her poison
And whispers in my ear with a southern drawl
Bayou babe with a blacked out eye
Two shots in the mouth and we're out of rye
Saved by her words but silent for days
Given the chance I should've stayed because
She's cajun, voodoo down
Spiced up walk with a tangy sound
Talks so smooth while we wait for drinks
Sips bourbon like water and looses her feet
Speaks in lies and alibis and steals my voice with green cat eyes
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Midtown Palace
04:28
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When I woke up I was frozen to the core
I tried to speak but my words scattered and slurred
I tried to walk but my face hit the floor
I can’t live like this no more
There's trouble in my house and in the back of my mind
Somethings chasing me, approaching from behind
When I turned to look, there was nothing I could find
As I was shaken by the hands of time
I dreamed a million people marching one by one
Singing peacefully to the beat of one drum
They were broken up by hoards of faceless cops
And though the people disappeared, the music never stopped
I met a masked man in the ally
And he warned me of deception
And though I thought he meant no harm
I ran away for my own protection.
Seven armed men stormed my bedroom
And they asked me not to speak
I would have given them the finger,
But my hands were cuffed to the seat
And as the agents stroked each other
They were venerated one by one
They secretly whispered with the fury of fire
‘til blisters formed on the tips of their tongues and these
Demons who eradicate
The gilded promises of freedom,
Leave the burning torch of liberty
A mere beacon to the heathens.
These imposters dressed as officers
Who break your plans and then steal your hope
Get a rise from starting riots
And get high off of their own gun smoke.
But the heavens are about to storm-
Every day the masses scorn
And hope to eradicate the beast that looms beyond the legal forms.
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Mobile Farewell
01:57
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Everyone in Mobile is a fisherman these days
Casting out the riff-raff and the scum
They cut you up and spit you out for lacking proper taste
Lawd, keep me far away from Mobile Bay.
Crooked cops and wise old preachers
Stalk the street at dawn
They beat you when you're right and they lynch you when you're wrong
So I'm packing up my things and I'm heading out of town
I'd be a fool to even think about sticking around
Checking out the backwoods, the desert and the coast
I've met a lot of idiots, I've seen a lot of ghosts
They can't bust me for trying, or for just plain kicking around
I guess I'll have to stay in this old town,
I guess I'll cast my line in Mobile Bay.
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