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Watching The Animals
Ruskie inspired pop-rock-ska.
“Hey!”
I’m singing songs of society, defacing liberty
And all the things that mean to me
…The things that mean to me
Something deep and fiery, providing sympathy
For things all the things I’ll never see
…I’ll never get to see
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Oh oh oh oh oh I’m feeding all the cannibals
Oh oh oh oh oh I’m watching all the animals
“Hey!”
I've taken pills for anxiety, at night they've shaken me
Resulting in a drinking spree
…Into a drinking spree
Another week of earning keep, submerging way to deep
I'm open-eyed while counting sheep
…I’m always losing sleep
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I’m writing songs that are cynical, and bordering critical
Of those who fill the cup too full
…They fill my cup too full
Engaging thoughts of criminals…I'm watching animals
Behind a mic subliminal…
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Generation: Stone
Playfully cynical power pop 'n ska with a hint of the Queen's rebellion.
I’m just sitting here watching all the cars go by
Always thinking how we don’t see eye to eye
No no no
Something tells me I’m in something good
Despite my wordly advice
Engaging the hippie neighborhood
Laughing at their demise
Plastic people sitting at their desks
A generation of stones
Mine were rolling in it to their necks
Only to pick through our bones?
Downloading this and overloading that
Standing patiently in line!
She doesn’t hear me whisper at her back
She’s born of forever-wasted minds
Bridge:
Born of forever wasted minds among us
Forever born
The Singing Tree
Neo reggae drum and bass party
The singing tree was the first tree that I last met
At the onset..of my backstep
He shook hands in a manner that was slightly offset
And by the last set ...I had tired
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(Guitars and da-de-das and HEYS!)
She sang a song in a long yet familiar melody
And in the same key...but on my dime
I heard a call that would follow on the very last note
As a riverboat...idled by
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Solo:
I am aware that you stare when you know I'm not well
But this is the only pill...dare I sign?
The summer air was the same air that I first felt
As the ground swell...how her note held
Shabba rant:
I am a rolling stone worn past the bone and clearly spent
I learned not to resent but to blind myself from it
...And get away from here
It was a silly tree and with the first step that I last met
And at the onstep it wasn't my first step
He should hands in a manner that's slightly offset.
And by the last set...
Never
Southern rock guitar and elaborate vocal harmonies.
Have you ever felt a pain so deep inside you couldn't even breath
and there was no one there to see
Have you ever lay in bed after you cried and then slept for 3 days
and there was no one there to stay
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Ohhh...never
WHat more do I need to say
Ohhh...never
Nothing more that I need to say
Have you ever had a friend who was sick and died after you moved away
And you couldn't cut work that day
Have you ever made plans to visit your Dad when u learned he was ill
Hospital on a lonely hill
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Have you ever been mean to a homeless man who needed a hand
Living large in your rock n roll band
Have you ever seen the face of a lost little girl whose Mommy's gone astray
And you yourself had turned away
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Have you ever seen and angel in this life who helped an old man
To the car from the liquor stand
Have you
ever seen the tears in the corner of her eye while waving good-bye
To our friend in the sun shine
STOP
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In Case I Forget
Top down on the convertible on the way to the beach!
In case I forget to speak the obvious
Underneath my breath and pseudo-glorious
In case I forgot the powder party pack
The bottles on my floor, the memories of my flat
…with the chicken quesadillas
In case I forgot the cliches that were said
Your rudimentary view, the cheap sheets upon your bed.
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My Caprice and your bed sheets
Your poly-pants, and my own...
Cheap guitar, my Maiden tapes
Are all I have
...So don't go…oh oh oh
In case I forgot to speak with fashion sense
A rolling stone worn past the bone and clearly spent
In case I forgot to tell you little things
Of fairy tales, heros and of diamond rings
…and of all the silly shit now.
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SOLO:
(All right everybody, stir it up now, Shabba-style.
Stir it up now, Shabba-style
Shabba-style everybody, stir it up now…)
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…In case I forget to speak the obvious
Oh no oh oh oh oh…
END:
In case I forget this is my epitaph
And deep within these lines I hope you hear me laugh…








