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theater boys
04:22
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Shadow men
They come to drag you down
Inside that narrow town
The streets are underground
The light it shines way off
They try to get your gate
You try to leave their night
They try to steal your fate
With words like 'back-up plan'
And thoughts like 'settle down'
So steal the horse and ride
Out of this one horse town
Find life is what you make
Not what's been made for you
See all the world's a stage
You know it's true
Cause we are the theater boys
We had more excitement then they ever thought we would
We watched Mercutio talk of dreams and feel the blade and curse the homes of those he loved cause death suggests he should
We were the theater boys
We were the lucky ones, oh...
Green eyed monsters rear their ugly heads
And all the lonely people offer up their beds
They wish you lots of luck you will be famous boy
Cause you got what it takes, you are my favorite toy
I want to play with you until I break your face
You are the man about town for your time and place
And when you're giving soul and dancing super fast
We will forget your dreams, your time has past...
But we were the theater boys
We had more excitement then they ever thought we'd have
We got to storm the gates and fight the fates and play the play within the play Midsummer nights spent smoking in the grass
We were the theater boys, we were the lucky ones, oh...
They say go practice law
Save a life
Be a man
You can't always do these fun things that you do
This hollow advice means they do not know you can say:
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U too...
Looking glass, you're on the other side
And if your soul's intact you can proceed with pride
And please give back to those who have got less than you
You will be strong if you remember true...
That you were a theater boy
Nothing short of lost until you stood upon the stage
You got to sing and dance and had a chance to change your social circumstance with characters you made jump off the page
You were a theater boy, you were a lucky one...
You are a theater boy, you are a lucky one...
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2. |
mr. hennessy
03:39
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Listening to Springsteen with your laundry on the line
Enjoying you prescription while treasuring the time
Record static sounds the best, your mind is sharp as glass broke sideways
Future could be way out west, so put your four wheels on the highways
Mystery is covering the open sky above
Find the clouds your needing, let it shower you with love
We are angelic minstrels piping for the common man
We are all broken whistles fixed and used for play in winter bands...
Mr. Hennessy
Won't you come drink with me
Tell me I'm fancy free
Or at least
Tell me that we'll never be contestants in the victim contest
We don't have to listen to the shouting in the square
Boston is a memory and she is always there
Something like a living dream when we are true and fair
Love is what the choir sings when you don't understand
Music man is beautiful
Music man is blessed
Plays all day on subway trains
and never wants for rest
Music Man is hero, yeah
The Music Man is gold
Music Man is youthful
Even when he's gray and old
Music Man has lovers
But he loves only his muse
Music Man's electric
Without wire, without fuse
Music Man's a dreamer
'bout a better world he sings
Music Man is you and me
The Music Man is king!
Mr. Hennessy
Don't wanna sound like no one else
I wanna sound like me
Tell me I'm fancy free
Or at least
Tell me that we'll never be contestants in the victim contest...
(victim contest)
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3. |
the viking song
04:25
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I'm from the ocean gray
Do you not hold me up cause I'm like you?
I'm from the ocean gray
The freezing rain so mirky, never blue
And we will sing out songs
About our hero's, cut down monster swift
And we will sail along
This land is mine do not stand in my drift
I spilled your blood and I will sing about you till I die
An honor to spill your blood and nothing in my mind's eye wasn't right…
We will fight for the world
We've got our talismans
And knives and swords and axes sharp and prime
We've got our pagan Gods
and we will not listen about your Christ
I spilled your blood and I will celebrate you till I die
I spilled your blood and I would do it morning blue and blackest night
And honer to spill your blood and nothing in my mind's eye wasn't right
They're making me King of these lands, you will be a specter in the night
We will fight…
Take a look at the old ones
Giving glory to Odin
I'd rather drink in the mead hall
And dance with her
Dance with her
I wanna dance with her
Cause she's the world
I wanna dance with her...
GIve me a son and I will celebrate you till the day I die
Give me a daughter and I promise that I'll always do her right
Show me the future and I'll hold it gently, won't let it slip by
Now they've spilled my blood!
Come light my funeral pyre
This ship is a blazing fire
Now I'll return to gray
From whence I came.
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4. |
me & yul
03:39
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Many many many
Many nights have I slept
In a basement the days forget
Many many many
Many roads I'll go
To the places that no one knows
Many many many
Many years gone by
Can you still look me in the eye?
Many many many
Many years to go
Will you do something worth a show?
And how many checks can you cash
Before the supermarket's crashed?
You say many many many
Many many many
Many many many
Many many, mmm
Many many many
Many lines to learn
Because I love you will I get burned
Many many many
promises to keep
Or to break and then watch you weep
Many many many
Many lives are lost
No one here is the fucking boss, yeah
Many many many
Many hearts to break
Look back, is that what you made?
How many checks can you cash?
And will this drink here be your last?
Or will there be many many many?
Many many many
Many many many
Many many, mmm
Don't you see me, or no?
Don't you know who I am?
Can't you be me while I go?
Take vacation from the land
Can't you scream for me?
Can't you beam for me?
Give me something I don't got
Not your broken heart
But a brand new start
Is that so hard?
(Oh no)
Many man many
Many ways to go down
With a smile or with a frown
Many many many
Ways to raise you up
You know you're drinking from a full cup
How many checks can you cash
Before the supermarket's crashed?
And will this drink here be your last?
Or will there by many many many?
Many many many
Many many many
Many many many
Many many many
Many many many
Many many many
Many many many!
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5. |
krapp's last song
02:06
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Everyone has got to fade out
Some go quiet, some go with a shout
Some weak, frail, gone
Some got Roy's clout
Angels in backyards...
Listening to the future
Isn't a feat undone
Try to run out the reaper
But he can't be outrun
Focus on time you've got, boy
Everything under sun
Angels are in the back room...
It's all a mystery with no point
Endgame where nothing ever goes down
Beckett will offer waiting in gray
Frenchman is never coming around
Fury and sound that signify shit
That's why the man reaches for his crown
Tell me I'm incorrect.
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Adam Henry Garcia Burlington, Vermont
Singer/Songwriter out of Burlington VT. The style is folk, acoustic pop, acoustic alternative. Lo fi, personal and sometimes profane. Honest. Enjoy! Email: Adamhenrygarcia@gmail.com
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