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Can You Dance to It?
03:51
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You can jam a funky bass line.
You can play a song in swing time.
You can make a sound as sweet as angels.
You can write a symphony sublime.
You can make the rafters rattle,
But can you make the sisters do that grind?
Chorus:
Can you dance?
Can you dance?
Can you dance to it?
Can you dance?
Can you dance?
Can you dance to it?
You might hold the beat down like a clock.
You might rip an organ reel like Bach.
You might blow a tune as tight as Coltraine.
You might make a guitar learn to talk.
You might hit that wah-wah pedal,
But can you get those butts to sway and rock?
Chorus
So thump that bass, and take a chance.
Bring that guitar player out of his trance.
It's all about the people movin',
And sometimes they clap their hands.
You can make a lot of racket,
But will you bring the people up to dance?
Chorus
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2. |
Paint This House
02:49
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The things that she has thrown at me have marked on my walls
With lines of her anger and the shapes of my faults.
They're in every room. They're even in the hall.
I see each one, and I recall them all.
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
This flat coat paint will not come clean
No elbow grease and no machine
Will take out the Rorschach coffee stains
That bring back things I wish I'd never seen
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
I'm gonna paint this house, and I'll start over.
I'll sprout anew, and I'll recover.
I'll grow in a place where I chose the color,
One room green and the next one ocre.
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
I'm gonna give this place a brand new skin,
A clean new slate that I'll live in
With fresh new walls and no signs of my sins.
I'm gonna paint the place where I begin again.
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
One room at time I'll change it
With new furniture, too, and arrange it.
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
I don't think that I had all things wrong.
I just learned some lessons for far too long.
Paint this house!
Paint this house!
I'm gonna paint this house!
I'm gonna paint this house!
Now I'm gonna paint this house!
Now I'm gonna paint this house!
But now I'm gonna paint this house!
But now I'm gonna paint this house!
I won't be doin' the same old bit.
I'll need a new backdrop and a set that fits.
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3. |
Chalice
06:49
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Sun in the sky,
Leaf on a breeze,
Fill my chalice, honey, if you please.
Blue eyes
Shine like the light of the moon
On a bright Sunday afternoon.
Eyes gettin’ dry,
Knees feelin’ weak,
Mouth so dry, makes it hard to speak.
Highway
Calls my name,
Looks like life just won’t be the same.
Only one thing is certain
All this has gotta change
Only one thing is certain
The situation seems so strange
Looks like I ain’t goin’ home tonight.
My home’s out on the range
Out past the city where the stars shine bright
Feelin’ the certainty of change.
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4. |
Laguz
02:57
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Chorus:
Laguz flows
Life force dormant
Waits for ice
And fire to form it
You’re born of water
And sprinkled on the head
And at the end of life you cross
The river of the dead
Ancient Nerthus rules Laguz
Mother of the Lady and Lord
Guardian of lake and harbor
Norsemen call him Niord
Chorus
Swell and fades in tides
Like water, ebbs and flows
Gets to where it’s going
By yielding to the stone
Water runs downhill
The soil to moisten
But when it stands and stagnates
It brews up a poison
Chorus
Water and a ship
Can take you places
A difficult journey
Can age men’s faces
Water can nourish
And water can drown
Flow can be ridden
But it cannot be bound
Chorus
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5. |
Superstar
03:00
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I’m a superstar,
And I’m gonna go far.
I’m gonna make lots of money and get me some honey,
Sign a lot of autographs, gonna have a lotta laughs
With my friends indeed.
I’m a rollin’ stone
On the lost highway.
Gonna raise a big fuss in my new tour bus
As we play a card game, everything looks the same
On the interstate.
I’m gonna ride that train
Of fortune and fame,
And stay in five star suites, munch on gourmet eats
As I’m interviewed by the disc-jockey from the local radio station
On the telephone
I’ll take a first class flight
Back home tonight,
And when I see my family they’re gonna be proud of me.
The local newspaper’s gonna put my picture
In the Sunday edition
I’m superstar,
And I’m gonna go far.
I’m gonna make lots of money and get me some honey,
Sign a lot of autographs, gonna have a lotta laughs,
Gonna raise a big fuss in my new tour bus
As we play a card game, everything looks the same,
And stay in five star suites, munch on gourmet eats
As I’m interviewed by the disc-jockey from the local radio station,
And when I see my family they’re gonna be proud of me.
The local newspaper’s gonna put my picture
In the Sunday edition.
I’m a superstar.
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6. |
Down On the Farm
03:36
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The grass is bluer than I ever seen
Up in Kentucky ‘round Bowing Green.
Kentucky had a gold rush just like California,
And Humboldt County’s got the stuff I need.
I don’t wanna smoke no schwag-ass weed.
Save the seeds. Let’s get down on the farm.
Oh, Lord, where I long to be
Is back home pickin’ old country,
Out in the pasture staring down at cow patties.
I’m gonna find some purple fat daddies.
Now, hey momma, don’t you worry ‘bout me.
Hey Congress, it’s a free country.
I want some peace and harmony.
Let’s get down on the farm. Get down!
Down here in Georgia we got big pine trees,
And corn liquor knocks you down on your knees.
Ooh, momma! Fill the jar if you please.
Now pull up a chair and make yourself at home
We’re gonna pass around some of my homegrown,
And save the seeds. Let’s get down on the farm
Oh, Lord, where I long to be
Is back home smokin’ old country,
Out in the pasture staring down at cow patties.
I’m gonna find some purple fat daddies.
Hey momma, don’t you worry ‘bout me.
Hey Congress, it’s a free country.
I want some peace and harmony.
Let’s get down on the farm.
One more time!
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7. |
Wrinkles
03:39
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When I get a little older
And my wrinkles cut in deep,
I hope for fewer in my brow
From worries and anger that I keep.
I’ll trade for more around my eyes
From the need to smile and weep.
Chorus:
Call it destruction.
The fire bears a power.
We call it death.
Its transformation,
The name of the hour,
Beginnings and the ends
Of me.
I’d like to know my sweat has worth,
And I use well my time on Earth.
Know peace and sleep well. Wake excited.
Burn with passions well ignited,
And know that with my brain and arms
I’ll do more good than I do harm.
Chorus
For both of us
Redemption waits,
A light magnificent,
And everyday
The tunnel grows shorter
When time’s consumed and not
Just spent.
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8. |
Liquor of Courtship
04:24
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I am not a sensible choice.
Explain that to your friends.
But what of strange connections
And wants like gale force winds?
I think there’s something rare here.
It may not fit your plan.
A unique mix of energies
Between this woman and this man
Who are waiting for the white stag
So as to give chase.
In something raw and epic,
Passion has a place.
I don’t want to stop your journey.
I’m bound and vowed to mine,
But let’s enswirl our energies
And share magical sacred time.
I can’t say what right for you,
But it’s hard not to suggest
That what I’m wanting like a hunger
Seems like it’d be best.
Your responsibilities,
They can’t take all your time.
The heart unfed can starve the soul
And leave the mind’s eye blind.
And waiting for the white stag
So as to give chase.
In something raw and epic,
Passion has a place.
I don’t want to stop your journey.
I’m bound and vowed to mine,
But let’s enswirl our energies
And share magical sacred time.
I admit that I was drunk.
I was high on the liquor of courtship.
I have withdrawal from your press against me
And tremors at the thought of your lips.
I long to feel your barriers fall,
Surrendering to bliss,
And kiss each perfect contour,
Rock in time with your hips.
Now I’m waiting for the white stag
So as to give chase.
In something raw and epic,
Passion has a place.
I don’t want to stop your journey.
I’m bound and vowed to mine,
But let’s enswirl our energies
And share magical sacred time.
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9. |
Le Morte D'Arthur
03:37
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He was bred for a kingdom and raised on the land.
Imagination was a tool in his hand.
He studied magics and the secrets unknown
To understand a bird he said to have flown.
He had no blood but brothers, sisters, and love.
He had powers from the Earth and some from above.
Brought folks together when their spirits were low,
He was the center of it all but he was all alone.
Chorus:
He pulled his sword from the solid stone.
He held people together like flesh to bone.
He told them something they should already know.
He said “the people and the land,
The people and the land,
The people and the land are one.”
He was noble in blood but raised a common man,
And he never took it lightly, fates were in his hands.
He stayed true to his roots when he received his crown,
And he never wore it vainly though he grew in renown,
And when the people all amended that they needed a king,
The seers cried and the minstrels would sing.
A man’s anointed for this moment in time,
And when he’s gone he’ll feed from everyone’s mind.
Chorus
He was a king who kept the faith of the folk.
He held them cradled in the warmth of his cloak.
Held back the raiders from the north and the coast,
His quiet might could best his enemies’ boast.
He loved a woman, but she loved his friend.
The only troth they kept was the love of the land.
He lost his life and heart but he followed through,
A fate that only shattered heroes can do.
Chorus
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10. |
Reason May Falter
04:13
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Old friends will expect the old you.
It’s hard to accept something else.
Sometimes it takes new people
To see you for your new self.
Sometimes we do what’s expected
Because it feels good to be known.
Sometimes it takes people with no expectations
To be that into which we’ve grown.
Chorus:
Reason may falter.
Economies fall,
But if love abides,
There’s some meaning to it all.
I’ve set my intention to grow and evolve,
And it may take a change of venue.
But when I come back to the people called home
They’ll see that my journey continues.
‘Cause I’ve stepped in crazy and it clings to my shoes,
And the poignant stench of it lingers,
But I define me whatever surrounds me.
New reality is in the grasp of my fingers.
Chorus
I am my old friends who expect the old me.
I must alter my own expectations.
If I want to be who I think that I can,
I must change my internal relations.
I’ll change my world view and my sense of self
From the old me to the me of the future.
I’ll honor the now and the god within me.
I’ll be one who deserves my own nurture.
Chorus
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11. |
Online Personal
02:49
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Give me a woman I can love for 50 years
That will still fuck me like a porn star.
I’ll show you someone I can argue about money with
That still has romance in her heart.
I know logistics are the crux of the matter,
And life is like a business to run.
I know a partnership is about more than sex
But I don’t want it if it won’t include fun.
Chorus:
So take me out for a ride
If you’re driven somehow
And you’ve got some funny things to say,
‘Cause I’ll work hard to make you happy, baby
I do good work,
But there’s got to be some time for play
Show me someone who likes to go out dancing
That will later want to come home to me.
I’ll show you someone I can open the door for.
I will put down the seat after I pee.
She’ll be someone who makes the blood leave my brain
And the same woman to bring it back.
If she’s smarter than me but she still laughs at my jokes,
Well then I’m tellin’ you we’re on the right track
Chorus
Give me someone that I can treat like a princess,
But I know that she won’t take it for granted.
She’ll have a cell phone, but she won’t always be on it,
And she’ll think that I’m the dopest on the planet.
She’ll be someone who’s got great big plans,
And she’ll always be a woman of action.
On an evil bad day she’ll smooth the furrows from my brow,
And on a good day she will put me in traction.
Chorus
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