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Pissin' in My Hostas
01:09
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I found you pissin’ in my hostas
And I found out I didn’t care
That was no place for accusation
You had the right to be there
I found you pissin’ in my hostas
Then I remembered they aren’t mine
And you weren’t either, you were never
You always pissed a straighter line
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I heard they hid the general, and his seekers are all counting to ten
Apparently, they’re looking for a busier version of his men
Me, I do not know him, and I struggle just to hold up a pen
But now somehow I’m in it, and I beg, “please let me know how it ends
Please let me know how it ends”
Paris had a guilty look, and said he had come back to make amends
Ulysses sailed another sea, and asked if I’d a Trojan horse to lend
Well, where’s a Western Union when you’ve got an urgent telegram to send?
Cuz somehow I am in this, and I beg, “please let me know how it ends
Please let me know how it ends”
I thought the plot would lead us to some underdog no lawyer would defend
And then a jury hanging on a verdict of, “well maybe, it depends”
A witness sees hypocrisy, and says, “I cannot make this up again”
Then somehow I’m in it, and I beg, “please let me know how it ends
Please let me know how it ends”
I’m middle-aged and lonely, and I’d trade a million dollars for a friend
I miss those days of childhood, when all I had to do was pretend
I put my things in boxes, and a ghost of Christmas future says, “amen”
But somehow I’m inside one, and I beg, “please let me know how it ends
Please let me know how it ends”
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3. |
In the Mayhem News
04:33
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A stoic king indebted, for his empire had been saved
Didn’t have the right to confer knighthood on his slaves
He told me he had everything to lose
So many things to hand in before the deadline
Or he could be another tragic headline
In the Mayhem News
The princess was to wed a nameless hero in this verse
But she angered Aphrodite with her beauty, and was cursed
The ego of a goddess had been bruised
Her hero said, “in love, though indeed I’ve fallen
I don’t want to be a gossip column
In the Mayhem News”
She told me she was wanted in Alaska for some crime
I told her, “that’s OK, but could I ask ya for a rhyme?”
And when they came here, snoopin’ round for clues
She said, “I am destructive and fatalistic
But I don’t want to be a cold statistic
In the Mayhem News”
Ezra lost a pound of raven feathers in the rain
Ernest had a noun for any weather, in his brain
A spook inside a trench coat said, “J’accuse!”
Deep down in the funnies, they had framed the sunshine
No one wants to be a comic punchline
In the Mayhem News
They want to dig a quarry in the forest, for the stones
They want to put a monument and bury all the bones
I heard their zoning permit was refused
What will they do with their new souvenir store?
They don’t want to be an empty boxscore
In the Mayhem News
Apparently I’m destined for ungreatness among men
And I couldn’t even climb up to the wait list, in the end
My only lame excuse: “I got the blues
Could I please be buried in the commentary?
I don’t want my blank obituary
In the Mayhem News”
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4. |
Calling Back on Friday
03:36
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Another cold October morning
We blend into a sky of grey
And in each moment, there’s a warning:
It’s been a while since we’re OK
Chorus:
Doo doo doo doo
I feel like I should say, “thank you”
I just want to say
Thank you for calling back on Friday
I was singing to the darkness once again
And even if you didn’t see it my way
You knew all I needed was a friend
I never learned to tie my laces
Had all my chances slip away
I burned down bridges to the places
Where I was onetime meant to stay
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5. |
The Far Line of the Sky
04:24
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The aspen danced a quiet line
Upon a far-off wavelet of the sky
She asked me then if I was blind
For all I saw was pavement sailing by
Could I not see the branches bend?
We trembled like two leaves upon that tree
“Do you have faith?” she asked again
I said, “I don’t believe what I can’t see”
Chorus:
But now I see her word upon the prairie
Clear as day, a light where shadows lie
Out and out beyond my reach
Dancing with the far line of the sky
The colours swirled, green into blue
They bled into the concert of our gaze
She asked me there if it were true
That all my dreams were drowning in that haze
Could I not see the road ahead?
It vanished in the glitter of her zeal
“Do you have faith?” she asked instead
I said, “I don’t believe what I can’t feel”
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I See Them Too
03:05
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You screamed at the wind and rain
About the coming of the storm
You spoke about joy and pain
And said, “this city has been warned”
You spoke to the truth out loud
About the writing on the wall
It turns out that angry crowd
Will never see those words at all
Chorus:
I’m trying to somehow show that you got through
I just wanted to let you know, I see them too
I see them too
You rescue a tragedy
And you pin it to the stars
You ask us all can we see
And we answer, “they’re too far”
You showed me salvation
You showed me doom
You showed me all the elephants in the room
And I see them too, ya I see them too
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Invisible Master
02:49
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He spoke of allegiance, he said, “I am proud”
A Citizen Kane in good standing
There was a time when she felt that way too
Before it all got too demanding
Invisible master, o Minister of Love
You just about had her believe it
But you are the ether we’re all in need of
And you tell her she can take it or leave it
I’m in as much pain as I’ve ever felt
I am feeling alone and unwanted
Wiping down counters and sweeping the floor
Far too long in a house that is haunted
Invisible master, it’s just you and I
And at times I can almost believe it
You show me a void out there, big like the sky
And you tell me I can take it or leave it
He’s got the numbers on billions by now
And it’s Room 101 in the making
The governments know and the companies grow
All our fruit hanging low for the taking
Invisible master, you say we are free
And you just about had us believe it
But you are a lifeline that all of us need
And you tell us we can take it or leave it
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Cedarlane
02:25
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We held the island, our captain dead
The dawn was silent, the skies were red
And you were the spirit of the village
Cedarlane, your name brings a troubled heart courage
By any measure, our strongest frail
The sunken treasure a fairy tale
And you were the spirit of the village
Cedarlane, your name brings a troubled heart courage
In the harbour I cut my foot open and bled
On the edge of a broken seashell
I stood upon rock, a disciple of wild illusion
Under your spell
O merciful heart of the village
Cedarlane, your name brings a troubled heart courage
Cedarlane, your name brings a broken heart courage
Cedarlane, your name brings a troubled heart courage
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9. |
Can't Cut That
04:20
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“Don’t sing a song of hardship,” says a master to a slave girl, in a dream
“O stroke out sorrow’s rhythm,” say the steersmen to the oarsmen, on the stream
The algorithm cannot trace a line along that river, by and by
It tries to give directions, but each Choose Your Own Adventure is a lie
A chorus sings of hope
Can’t cut that dope
Can’t cut that rope
No matter how they try
She cries out to the church, “how could you possibly define what is a sin?”
She won’t subscribe to any superstition, nor will any let her in
She will pave her destiny with freed up Hail Marys to the end
And all the beads upon those strings will lead some broken sinner to “Amen”
She rises up to sing
Can’t cut that wing
Can’t cut that string
Though out and out we bend
The turtle crossing signals a precaution to all traffic coming through
A spectacle that he can see so vividly, from any point of view
High up in the heavens, he’s so far from where his sleeping spirit lay
Staring down upon a cold abyss, he’s just a superman in clay
If only he could fly
Can’t cut that high
Can’t cut that tie
Though try hard as they may
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10. |
Livin' out on the Bay
04:28
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O monarch on the water, you’ve come to say
“They’re asking for a status report today”
Just tell’em that I found a new place to stay
Just tell’em that I’m living out on the bay
Just tell’em that I found a new place to stay
I’m living out on the bay
I’m shrinking and my whiskers are turning grey
Someday I may just turn off and fade away
Just tell’em that I found a new place to stay
Just tell’em that I’m living out on the bay
Just tell’em that I found a new place to stay
I’m living out on the bay
I was saved
Rescued by a wave
From my grave
I was torn out upon a wave
I was saved
By a wave
I was rescued by the rolling sea
Answer to my plea
Like an angel coming down to me
Come to set me free
I am free
By the sea
Just tell’em that I found a new place to stay
I’m living out on the bay
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Emet Lee Firth
Canadian singer songwriter
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