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Broken Stones
03:11
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You thought that this could be a home
A place of warmth when the cold winds blow
But at your touch the rot begins to grow
Now you’ve gone and cracked the stone
Yada da da da dai
Finally a place to fill with song
but the roof that you trusted was built wrong
Though the urge to stay remains ever strong
You’re told you’d best be movin’ on
Yada da da da dai
Walking down an endless dusty hall
Where nothing you plant will grown tall
You're on not so much a journey as a fall
Nostalgic for no place at all
Yada da da da dai
When this will end for me? I want my roots to grow deep.
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2. |
Have I Got A Show?
04:51
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Ladies and Gentlemen, is what some would say in reference
But I prefer folks or friends, it just shows much more deference
If I took the time to address you all, by your gender preference
It would take a long time my friends, and I don't mean no offense
I'm sorry that I've kept you all in such a state of suspense
With all these these ramblings, on behalf of my own defense
Something something something something, Vice President Michael Pence
What say we quit the stalling, and get to the performerance
Chorus:
Have I got a show for you
I have no idea what i'll do
Welcome my friends to this artsy tableau
Have I got a show for you
"What the hell is this?" I know you wanna blurt.
"I thought this was a cabaret, so who's this bearded twerp?
I hope we don't need earplugs, this guy's a piece of work!
Oh lord I think this is the part, where he starts to flirt."
Chorus (But Sexy)
If you wanna do a good show, you gotta think... fast
You gotta have smarts and you gotta have class
You give 'em the good stuff a taste of the past
And if you wanna push the envelope you give 'em some... sass!
Chorus
Over here, anything could could happen!
Over here, anything at all!
Over here, anything could could happen!
So whaddaya say, we have ourselves a ball?
Chorus (Stupidly Triumphant. High-Kicks a Bonus!)
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3. |
How Long
02:06
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While the years ticked by I've been out, the Aeons they kept a creepin'
If only I could understand, what happened while I was sleepin'
Chorus
How Long? How Long?
How Long have I been sleeping
How Long? How Long?
How Long Since I went Away?
Leaving you wasn't my fault, my brother is tricksy and false
He defeated me with my true name, then locked me up in a vault.
I've been trying to come back for ages, listning for the voice that sings
but now that I've managed to come back, you've all forgotten my name
Chorus
I will make my enemies pay, now that I have returned
Any who stand in my path, better run or they will be burned
So bow before me at last, but what's this, my power is weak?
I used to move mountains but now I'm,
Nothing more than a wrack on the street
Chorus
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4. |
Follicles in Space
03:55
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When I’m walking down the street folks slow their cars
Random straight dudes all demand to fondle me in bars
Sometimes it seems everyone’s freaked out
Scares off the boys, attracts the girls, what’s that all about
Chorus
It makes me feel more than a little blue
That all I am, to some is a man, who’s shockingly hirsuit
I am more than follicles in space
I am More than the beard that grows upon my face
Looking at some say Mountain Man,
Or ask "Where’s your bike, how’s ZZ Top? Say hi to them if you can."
You belong in an old Viking Longboat
Hey are you a sailor, or a pirate, to the 1800’s you should go
Chorus
I admit it’s a hardship for me to eat soup,
It can be embarassing to be in public eating certain types of fruit
I was told to shampoo my beard in the shower,
Then someone demanded, for internet points, that I stuff it full of flowers.
No!
Chorus
So bring on the scissors, razors, knives
I think it’s time we give you folks, one hell of a surprise
Since I’m wondering how much of this is me
How bout we shave the damn thing off, and see what we see
Chorus x 2
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5. |
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Chorus
I don't give a [hoot] what it is!
BRING IT TO ME, I'll DRINK IT!
I don't give a [hoot] what it is!
BRING IT TO ME, I'll DRINK IT!
I love to drink beer, I love to drink wine
Cold Chocolate milk suites me anytime
Vodka is nice, and so is champagne
For a shot of fine scotch I'd gladly campaign
Chorus
Let's go Farther afield you boers!
Out into the world of fine Liquers
There's Amaretto, Airak and Fancy Gin
And let's not forget about Brinnavin
Chorus
Lest you think I've run out of drinks
A blender's my friend me thinks
Have you had a burger, blended it's swell
If you blended a pizza that'd do as well
Chorus
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6. |
Fishing Poles
03:01
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Here's a note to let you know, we’re not bookin’ your show
We’ve seen enough of all the stuff you do
Our festival’s got other bands, other acts from other lands
We’ve gotten all we wanted out of you. (Repeat)
Chorus
When It’s time to end this ride, pack my things and say goodbye,
I don’t think that it’ll be too hard,
There’s other spots for me to see, other things that I could be,
The fishing poles already in the car
Hey there didja see this post, flying out from coast to coast
Seem’s somebody thinks that you are trash
Maybe you should never play, take your songs and go away
Please just shave that hashtag bad mustache. (Repeat)
Chorus
I’ve been out there looking, for an unwritten life,
Making my own rules up as I go,
If I’ve learned one thing all this time, cavorting with this show of mine
It all keeps going even if I don’t, it all keeps going even if I don't.
Chorus
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7. |
Next Great Adventure
02:47
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Standing on the edge of my next great adventure.
I don’t know what lies in store.
St. Cristopher, please take my hand,
I’m bound for a distant shore.
I only hope my legs are strong and ready,
I’ve got some ridin' to do
My bags are packed, full of empty notebooks.
I’ll write the stories for you
Off in the distance I see misty mountains.
I hear them callin' my name
At some point the book in my hand’s not enough.
I wanna sail 'cross that sea.
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8. |
What's In Your Pocket
02:48
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Chorus
What's in your pocket, I really wanna know.
What's in your pocket, it's time for that part of my show.
What's in your pocket, won't you share that stuff with me?
Maybe I'll put it in my song, the very next time I sing.
And Uno Deck, a List of films, herbs, feathers and a key,
Four leaf clovers, old thumb tacks and extra bags of tea,
Three of clubs, a pressure gauge, twine a human tooth.
A bag of peanuts, broken glass, a bottle of vermouth.
Chorus
CPR mask, ginger cookies, last night's underwear
Stamps and screws, horns for shoes, a ring from a dragon's lair,
Strunk and White's proper style guide, in case of an argument that never came,
Stolen passport, someone's ashes, photos of old flames.
Chorus
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9. |
Whipporwhills
02:49
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Banjo by Aaron J. Shay
Washboard by Sarah Shay
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10. |
Ride Til' I Die
01:59
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Stoke the fire, stretch the limbs,
Let’s get this castle on the move,
Even with my cupful to the brim
Why do I still have something to prove?
Chorus
Ride Ride Ride through the Night
Fight Fight Fight Fight to See the Light
I don’t know if we can make this right
But I’ll die before I let it end, Wrong
Through the falling ashes that were yesteryear
A single breath could send it crashing down
A barren waste too blasted, and dry for tears
All the seeds lie sleeping in the ground
Chorus
I’ve already come 10,000 miles
I’ve still got 10,000 to go
Somewhere out there beyond this trip
Is the place I’ll no longer roam
Chorus
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11. |
Taken Away
03:35
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If you take everything away from me,
What's left, am I a worthy man?
If I lose all the bits and pieces that I've found, could I, still hope to stand?
If I shaved off this beard, and never played music again,
Would anybody notice or care?
Have I done what I could, to bridge this gap,
Or have I broken the heart, that I sought to share?
Chorus
Have I moved an inch from the Start?
Is there any more light in the Dark?
Am I more than just the sum of my parts?
Have I given enough of my heart?
Well, I'll place my value in my friends,
You know you can trust your heart in those worthy hands,
Someone to walk beside you as the mad path wends,
Or sit and watch as the damn thing ends.
Chorus
If art is distillation of pain,
I hope my Joy Compactor's fanned your spark into a flame.
I pray that when I'm gone, you'll not forget my name.
And so I ask you to sing with one last refrain.
Yada da da da dai
When this will end for me? I want my roots to grow deep.
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12. |
I Can't Die I'm Booked
03:19
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Looking’ at me you might not bet
Bear with me, it’s hard to admit,
but to be honest, sometimes I get tired, of sayin’ ‘not yet’
So if I’m being pulled to quit
Take that easy way out, exit
Why, oh why, am I hanging’ on, fightin’ to get through it?
CHORUS
I can’t die I’m booked, Last time I looked,
There’s no reason the tree of life needs, getting’ shook
So forget that gun, those pills
Ignore those crying’ whiporwhils
I think I’m needed somewhere, out, beyond the hills
I almost killed myself today,
thought I’d make it all go away
After all, whats the use
of fighting’ for one more day?
But then I up and thought,
that i’ve got some stuff coming up
Maybe I should stick around and see
If things start looking up, for me
CHORUS
I’ve heard that I shouldn’t sing happy songs
about the thought of doing’ myself wrong
But if I don’t sing about these tendencies
How will other people know they feel just like me?
Sometimes all it takes, is a rhyme
Hearing how much your tale’s like mine
I hope that we can all hold on
Find some reasons to stick around a bit more time
CHORUS
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