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But
04:21
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I guess the morning
always hangs a bit too low
but who am I to second guess
what I already know
I heard about bustin'
into towns with mistrel names
but I doubt I'd get along
with mistrel dames
Walkin' down the road
always leads to the menagerie
but my feet are two cents a pair
and the pavement's gettin'
them for free
I guess the morning
always hangs a bit too low
but who am I to second guess
what I already know
Those city buildings
grow tall like Chevy Chase
I think I'll put on some clothes
and sing standards to this empty place
I guess the morning
always hangs a bit too low
but who am I to second guess
what I already know
Those city buildings
grow tall like Chevy Chase
I think I'll put on some clothes
and sing standards to this empty place
I guess the morning
always hangs a bit too low
but who am I to second guess
what I already know
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I called my mother, but my mother didn’t come.
She bought me magazines when I was young.
And then she disappeared into thin air
among the smoke and Elvis singing “I got stung”.
But I can’t say that she abandoned me, oh no.
And I can’t say she was a bitch even tho it’s true.
Why, she gave me my first guitar, Fender Japan,
so I could dream I play in Hamburg with John and Stu ...
I called my mother, but my mother called in sick.
Too many lovers, Frank Sinatra would have said.
Well, I don’t know, I grew among the boardwalk guys,
but I know for sure Jesus didn’t make up her dying bed.
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Snowball Jesus Westenra
03:09
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While the wind
shakes the trees,
killin' Huckleberry Finns,
Snowball Jesus Westenra
moves on down to New Orleans.
Spendin' time
by the trees,
no one knows what it means.
Snowball Jesus Westenra
movin' down to New Orleans.
Packin' tablets, Omaha,
maps of Eastern London Town,
playin' guitar by the pool,
spreadin' money all around.
While the snow
jack-knives the trees,
there are faces to be seen.
Snowball Jesus Westenra
changes into Judge Roy Bean.
Swingin' strong,
hummin' fast,
nothing matters, nothing gives,
Snowball Jesus Westenra
playin' soft with autumn leaves.
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Phil Alvin Knows
02:40
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Too many nuggets
and too little gold.
Sleepwalkin’ ain’t easy
way out in the cold.
Somebody bad-mouths
and lives as such.
Don’t laugh too loud,
don’t lie to the judge.
Phil Alvin knows
what you’ve got to find out.
Don’t get too grim,
don’t laugh too loud.
There’s a Carl Perkins
for everyone of us.
You just strum an E chord
just like Carl does.
Shoutin’ is good
if you’ve got laryngitis.
Don’t get in trouble
with Stratocaster Almighty.
It’s easy to see
what the fuss is about.
Now, Phil Alvin knows
what you’ve got to find out.
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Not Amused
03:33
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Around the 12th Fret
04:02
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Well, I get misty just like Erroll Garner.
I swing my hammer, I adore the golden lock.
I feel a chilly wind around the 2nd fret.
I travel ten frets up, I let my ramrod rock.
Virginia Woolf, she was a nice old lady.
I offered coffee, but my goodness, she declined.
She rode the waves better than Dennis Wilson.
She never let on as to what was on her mind.
You’re buked and scorned, but, well, there’s always movies.
You should’ve prayed, your mama said. Well, she’s the boss.
But she got crossed and cornered all for nothing.
The Calvary’s there, but it seems she lost the cross.
The thunder’s here, you hear the voice from heaven.
But heaven’s nowhere to be found on Google Maps.
The old song said that West Virginia’s almost heaven.
But life has taught me that old songs are just mishaps.
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Toy Balloons
03:13
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I don't buy toy balloons for kicks
I don't wear dead men's plaids
I don't know why the house is packed
if those men are really dead
I've never flown over cuckoo's nest
there's nothing much too see
in widow's eyes and pauper's coat
of fraud and jealousy
You courted me, I courted you
but we've never even met
At least not on the pages that
just flipped the words and fled
I don't buy toy balloons for kicks
I flip them up like coins
and that cute smile that autumn wears
does not come from my loins
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Utter Joy
04:34
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The life of Hemingway will bring you utter joy. (2x)
Just lay down beside me, smoke a Viceroy.
We’ve been together for ten years or so. (2x)
You can hear all about it if you turn on the radio.
Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven. (2x)
It rains David Niven movies, too, but his name is Kevin.
And you know, it’s just an old man and the sea. (2x)
If you look for sharks, well, you can look for me.
Everytime a clock strikes, Bill Haley goes to jail. (2x)
Everytime they let him go, Frank Sinatra sings My Way.
You know, the life with me will bring you utter joy. (2x)
Don’t ask too much, ‘cause yes, it’s all about the boy.
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Fallin' Myself
02:53
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Cerebral Palsy Blues
04:17
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You‘ve got your stairs, but you can’t climb
and Jacob‘s ladder is mighty high ...
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long ...
Your fingers move, but not too fast;
the strings you pluck, the spell you cast ...
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long ...
The numbers rise, the numbers fall,
and you walk funny or not at all,
your mama knows, your daddy knows,
but they don’t talk and so it goes ...
You say the words or else you slur them,
but they don‘t know, it’s not their burden ...
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long ...
There‘s David’s harp and lion‘s den,
now who’s your buddy, now who‘s your friend ...
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long ...
Just listen to the mockinbird,
ghost riders ain’t the devil‘s herd ...
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long ...
Big butter, eggmen and silver wings,
the truth, it changes everything ...
Oh Lord, oh Lord, you made the night too long ...
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Matt Kaye Ljubljana, Slovenia
Born in 1975 in Maribor, Slovenia (EU). He holds a master’s degree in comparative literature. He published his first book in 1988 and started combining poetry and music into a singer-songwriter routine in 1992. He's a member of SLO National Writers’ Association, National Literary Translators Association, PEN and MIRA. ... more
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